Bentlee Poetry (317)

Is it relevant to a place
Where a heart has concern
Did you ever believe
Oh your thoughts will say yes.
As you walk about the journey
Yes the one that you know
Blood was on fire
Feet were alive
Eyes they engulfed
All they could take
Do you remember them days
Did they say lets pass by
You were the host
As your glass tipped in smiles
To finding that place
Where you needed to be
At times, was in jest
Other days, bubbled air
As your hands fall beside
The you that you think
How did you get
Who you wanted to be.

~

How did you find the place that you are
Or did pasture arrive in society view.

~


~Bentlee~

Prevailing winds of directional flow
Riding on times, tick of the clock
A cloud passes by the sun evermore
Never a day with a shadow not seen.

All the thoughts in the world
Electrical charge
Overdose of input
Universal the place.

Sound of the water
From empty shells held
Embarked on that journey
That created a thought.
~
Was watching my cat devour his treat
I'd realized just then simple state of mind.
~
Petty urban howls that darken the night
Excluding the mind from where it should be
There's a picture that's big, if you know how to find
The nail to hang it, into your time.



~Bentlee~

Goin thru a moment
That moments in time
Not your's but mine
Not really sure why.

Not a moment to judge
Or take it to trial
A moment that's there
Be gone in a while.

That moment came calling
With no knock on the door
I turned the knob
Let it walk in.

That moment threw a vale of dummin down light
To try to avoid good logic in play
A thought on a mission
A curve in the play.



~Bentlee~

I'm a man with the answers
To the best I can give.

Date's time's and places
They seem to short live.

Ask me the firing order of a chevy small block
1-8-4-3,-6-5-7-2 will be the answer, I'll happily give.

It's not out of choice but how the wires connect
Random in memory, at times, forgetful in thought.

Grease to the elbows, black bottom feet
Drip of earned sweat falls from the nose.

Now that small block wouldn't start
I Climbed under the hood
The love of my life with our kids in the seats.

I'm a phone call away and come home every night
You know you can reach me, I'm never at bay.

I'll never be perfect, nor ever will you
I will keep us safe, a roof an belly of food
Cold days with warmth, and respecting your part
Of a women's side of love that a man get's there late.


~Bentlee~

Like a silent movie
That old chattering screen
Frame by frame
Memories together with
New times rolling past.

~lights can dim at any moment of time~

That canoe on the lake
Paddling through fog
A faint silhouette
Back of the hand
Silent in wave.

At times perhaps, while deep in your thoughts
You wish
You'd offered more
Of what and why you didn't give~

~Bentlee~

Hand slips under
Softly touching her skin.

Eyes in fixed gaze
For lips on her neck.

Her breath passe's by
Sounds that rattle him so.

This night's not about
In the car on the hill.

It's a pleasure you've had
As you both felt it deep.

They say that it's all not about the great sex!

Ya know that they're right in that line said above
Is it time to forget about sex and make love?




~Bentlee~

I open my ears
See through my eyes
Feel with my heart
Keep simple mind.

Yet the record seems broken
In the where about's of y'all.

Geographical placement
Can't make you immune
It's a time that's found place
With handle like bars.

The past one hundred
Leaps upon bounds
Not privy to us
Wise elders they watch.

Key cards arranged
Passaged by code
Each day passes
Turmoiled unrest.

While the next card
Desired
By those one's
Passing days.

There was a time when we asked
What our purpose is here
I'd thought for a time
A place to behold.

I ventured our new ways
Think I didn't like it much
It was way off the wall
A friend, with no touch.

~Bentlee~

Water was murky
Senses were mired
Sun hadn't broken
Some daylight as yet.

Fetal positioned
In my twist with my turn
As I lay on my back
Taking air through a button
That's not on a shirt!

~Pretty sure I liked me as
On the tit, she approved!
Nine months of all days
While nights were in thought.

It wasn't my plan made by two
Tween the sheets
At that time!

Was a mix of passion
Tween two skins that fell
To a place in their time
Where they either produced.

A Seed that would follow
The way of the reason
At the time they were made
To come to their now!

~Bentlee~

Years ago
I walked past
What my eyes
Should have seen.

Did they?
Could they?
Perhaps a visual
My mind wanted
To simply pass by.

Now the radar goes off
All I want is to know
That convex thought
~
Gripping root as it grows!

~Bentlee~

There's one thing that brings
Wee
The people to there.

Opinionate thought
Of the critic
In you?

A bill that's been passed
Was it during your watch?

Rights that were bound
Constitutionally?

Thugs in the life
That we want to call ours?

~

I shut off my world for a moment of time
To the one I'd imagined all of my life.

~

The one thing that brought
Wee the people
.....
To our now.

How fitting's that finger
While flagged, is in point
Societies tattoo
Uncle Sam "He" want's you!

Where ever your parallel
An longitude's at!

Channels pre-selected, securely for you
Smudge from the papers
Arbitrational script......

House of congress
A stacking of cards!

Debits and credits
Measured to check!

~

I shut off my world for that moment of time
..........

~

It's a crying shame
We allowed
Limited choice
There's no one to blame but today and it's roots!

Giving you a choice
To make you believe
You've a say in the way
Of the plans you don't make!

That consist of the one's
Written On the card's, by the listings above!

We never have pushed
For that elusive new box
Marked, none of the ones
Penciled!!!!!above.

Check mark or x
Putting eyes on the land
Tilting the scale
Unfavorably!


~Bentlee~



12;52 PM, May 18 2015

Somewhere
The thought
Lost how
~
to think
........
~Bentlee~

Said that suit stood on shoes
To lessen your fears
To brighten your views.

While a podium he rides
Throwing words on the wind.

Don't you know who I am
Shoehold gripping the door
As a flexible wall
Moments him in check.

Key to the city
By delusional thought
Minds, self induced exile
Clearing the way.


This trump card you'll need
Tho it's, not fully charged
Keep moving forwards
The thicker it gets.

As you become more transparent
Peering eyes cannot see!


~Bentlee~