Bentlee Poetry (317)

Silence is pierced dip of the oar.
Canopy scramble howler alert.
Thicketly dense is natures motherload.
As man approaches the rainforest knows.

Man an the beast both pull up roots.
Two different types.
One has no chutes.
Meanders an winds for ever a day.

Economic reaction decimated fractions.
Howler alarms given un-rest.
Echoed across moss laden vine.
Bottle neck future a matter of time.

The rainforest plague's just the next flat away.
You get what you take an our buried plague too ~

Head spaced life embedded within never to end not to begin. Capsuled thought in tangents broadform. Capacity simple or twisted no realm. Multiple plain created in jest a simplified place made on your own. Edit the adds an edit the outs illusion grandeur infinite host. Fresh start each time's of virginal block of new paper page spaced in free thought. You'll take. . . where.... will you keep it or share it. . . or just let it go ~

have you ever met them, never keep track a deed's in faith done, givin a help or hand up's them, face in gleam of their treasured life, a door with no lock, a heart of silk gold couraged excitement bubbled within, stories of life so willing to tell purvey'd with conviction an smilin day don'd strife, finger's worked raw to the bone to do what it takes to get it all done, salt of the earth truly they are, their doors always open, silk gold knocker's the sleeved heart that they wear ~

sometimes we choose whats really not us, as we at times conceal our closet'd past's, it stews a tornado of anger an guilt, the anger's ok the guilt's not of us when subjected to someone we deemed we could trust, reaction is deep protective onslaught to preserve to keep what little's left if only a peep. . . we've no idea of other's dark closet'd past if were not told ~

smile, you see it. . . I give you my hand, you hold it. . . I give you my arms, you embrace me. . . I give you my fears, you help strengthen them. . . I give you my love, you recieve it. . . I give you my sad moments, you understand them. . . I give you my trust, you never breach it. . . I give you my short comings, you help me grow them. . . I give you respect, you thank me. . . I give you all you've given me~

your face is in peace, lamps set on low, i see you lit in dark of night glow, smile to my face i touch your cheek an think how very specials this time, slight move in peaceful sleep a small memory i vow to keep, you found my hand with yours an hugged it in, you'd no idea as I lay watchin you sleep awhile, a little thing to some, to me . . . . brings a smile, it's a thought of what once was an it'll once again be. . . .~

Whats your favourite short saying or verse even a chuckle lol that you can share

ever noticed when it seem's almost impossible that it'll work out it does, the key is to always keep that belief or even a little bit of belief that it'll work out for the good, an with that mindset it usually works out, however it's not usually on your timeframe. . . an thats the hard part to understand, so puttin negative thoughts out'll bring negative results back, so always keep that reasonable belief :) an dig in an ride it out. . . .~

i open the door for you everytime, rub your shoulders an your back, bring you coffee in bed, dinners ready, here's a hug an a kiss, have I told you that I really like you, wow you look really good today, winter prep's done it's all put away, i'll dry the dishes, oh I fixed up those things, need your back washed jus give me a yell I'm fixin your puter, here's a neo to help with your sniffle, an this blanket an pillow. . . . .Yet you say it's one sided an that I don't care. . . . . . .~

a colourful bright hung in the air jumpin colour to colour the grounds not in sight, so much fun all the while part time fun face in smile, they say at the end lay's a big pot a gold, whys it still there why's the story still told, if you slide down a colour will it on you switch sides, or during those times it's kaleidoscope view, geometric puzzle the minds put in place. . . .

a billion an one times that again as I walked the beach the shapes of stones under my feet, a drizzled rain the whole time came. . yet it didn't as the waves slapped the shore an the water it crested into white cap's roll, fossils an quartz with infinitive hue a wave caught my foot an found my dry sock, thirty minutes of this today. . . . . then, back to work:)

What'll it be comin right up, burger an fries, coffee an shake, here's some pepto, stop the belly ache, sub on the run, thin slice roast beef with gravy tween bun, onion rings soda dog an spiced chicken, donut an salad feta on the side, menu's right there will you stop with your hmmm an your haw n decide . . . . what'll it be. . . it's comin right up. . now don't honk in line it's a drive thru ya know. . .