Bentlee Poetry (317)

Water crusades upon future rocks found
Whitewater forwards
Back eddies, no sound

Million years pass
Waters shaping that rock
A third of it breathing
Above frosted white caps

Spring melt in flow
Submerged for a time
Holds to it's place
Till the waters reside.

~Bentlee~

Bird of paradise flying round and round
Rose colored glasses
Air's filled
Not a sound
as you wipe the drool away from your chin. Mockingbird tells the stories of naught, as Pegasus climbs, heights of unbound. White in the face of never look down, Macaw cracks the thought that keeps holding tight, Crow is in chatter in your mind there tonight, as you pull up the cover to stifle your ear, a mother's little helper will settle the thought, a script from the pad of paper you got, the wait was incredibly arduous for such...........

as them shadows appeared alone in the dark


~Bentlee~

~Morning arrived as it did other days, yet this one was different, as my feet stuck out the end, yes the end of the blankets that covered my head, while my arms were in fold with that pillow of foam, I reached down below for that good morning stretch, muscles that read on that richter scaled graph, a slice of the sun moved through the drapes, hands to the wall face looking up, sigh of relief and a barking loud laugh, sleep from the eyes on that facecloth they lay, now that mug topped with steam pleasured the sight, cat doin laps round the left foot then right,

Then the day of the riot had now simply begun

My face cut the breeze like a hair splitting knife, that water ahead made adrenaline flow, paddle in hand bringing sweat to my brow, in the distance that melt yes, that's where it begins, the reason that's why this moments afloat, bow's in full slap as forearms in wipe, trouble ahead peripheral sight, that smile that starts when you first kneel down, knowing the water as you feel it below

That,
white waters no friend,
nor the rocks in the wall
the ones in the river
some were set
some did fall
from the top of both sides
and all the way down
the best part of all
they'd made not a sound

as

Adrenaline of love's, against all the odds~


~Bentlee~

Hillary d*ck, Hillary dock, Hillary wound up the cuckoo clock, mail was late the server went dry, her hands clenched in rage passing it by, now the Killary shield's firmly in place, dentures pasted in, false charms on her face, the one thing she'd done it's forgotten bout now, yes that fact that is real, milk comes from a cow, now let's not forget the scandals at bay, FBI CIA Bills romps in the hay, now google has pages of dirt on these two, the media went blind in passage to you, call it a hoax, call it con spir acy, all the things that they do infect you and me......................................


~Bentlee~

Behind a tree
A bank of snow
A memory, a thought
Some future of now.

~

Branches in sway
Leaves fall to the ground
Sun melts the snow
Where them hiding spots are.

Look to the air, leaves are in spin
Hands in pursuit to catch them again
Gentle in drop
Upon
The forests floor.

Sun breakin stride of what
Your eyes, pretend to catch.

Try as you might
Too many will fall
Too begin again
A place that is good
Too comfort their mind.


~Bentlee~

Bell in hand
She whispered
Careful out there
A patented hug

A soft gentle kiss

Twas his night and be sure
He'd made plenty a rounds
Tellin the folk of that
Cobbeled street town.

He'd fallen for her
The first time he saw
The bucket she drew
From the towns covered well.

Now, those two had been loving, for many a year
He stayed on the path, never to veer
She did in the house, what had to be done
While he was away, working his time.

He worked all the docks
Unloadin the boats
That's what he did
During the day.

That dinner bell rang at six fourty five sharp
Never was late as his love kept him timed.

Together them two kept to their word
Their night times euphoric
Mornings
Never extrude.

In the streets with his bell
As it rang in his hand
Tellin the folk
Cry'in the land.

It's been said
That his cry'ins
Bout
The love of his life.

That maybe true
She believe's that it is.


~Bentlee~

Beside me you lay
Yet that fence hold's your guard
Skin to skin portrayed
In proportional view.

Smell of rubber, that's burnt
Frequents the air
Covers are snuggled
As the frost passes by.

Genuine feelings from kisses
Received
A moment of joy, a memory of none.

Words filled with wisdom
For the minute's relate
Smile as it's said
Custom made fate.

This cherry picked heart
Grows tired and old
Perhaps this old heart
Has been
Bought and sold.


~Bentlee~

I'd stared at my thumb awhile
Stench of garlic
That found how
To defile the air.

As my mind was elated
To matter of fact.

Pigeon toed, knock knee'd
Slight, cross of an eye
As one shat the bed
One that's in single file.

Correcting political
Ways you must think
An order that brings light to this day.

Offensive, conducive,
Production of thought
Brings upon more
Internal depart.

Deep down inside
Your sugar coated thoughts
Reality is slim
As days pass that by.

Those seconds of thought
Where you've come to decide
Creating a base
For the future to come.

Political correctness
Will never make strong
The future that comes
When your

~

Life is gone.


~Bentlee~

If most people do not like truth
Tell me if this is wrong
You being the ones that prefer

to

Not to live in Truth
Do YOU

Prefer to
Live in YOUR own Lies!


~Bentlee~

You held something in your left hand

would it
then change
thoughts

if you threw it and

caught it with

your

right

~Bentlee~

A buck a rides, all that it said
Who am I, to stay home
With no evening planned.
Too late for a seat, sure hope it's not.

Just a buck a rides, all it took to explode

Now that dust it lay dormant, many a year
That guy's toupee, never did fit
Who the hell's he kiddin
Cept, the man in the back.

Just another buck, now that makes two

Now you may think the place, I'm talkin about
Has a case of "d*ck Doo"
You may just be right
Now follow the bouncing ball, as it jumps.

Ticket sales, dire, but it's always sold out

Not really one place, oh yeah there's lot's more
Where a board on the wall
Hangs keeping, the score.

A place where all hats, have elasticized base

In these places are said, many a word
Yet a big cone of silence
Keeps them at bay.

Tickers on beans, stayin awake

I pissed off my landlord, swore at the dog
That kept me awake, while trying to sleep.
Sirens are blarrin, as they see all the birds.
Water smells funny, let's get the pipes checked.

So much to write, but the inks drying up

Labs are busy, goin day and night
Trying to find people, they can invite.
Can em that's said, fillin up that crate
They all seem to run, about thirteen to one.

It's time for some pickles
Which fork should I use.


~Bentlee~

What part of that lamp, would you want to rub
Would that rub stem from, your heart mind or soul
How would you know, if that wish that you wished
That's truly a part, of the you that you know.

Would that wish fill a void
Who you wanted to be
Or bait you with a finger
That's crawling you near.

I could add just a few
No a billion times more
I think you all see the point being made
The minute's been thought.
As character fades~

~Bentlee~