Ben Poems

Come forth our Angel of the North Stokesy

Come forth our Angel of the North
Working class…but VIP pass…standing sentry for cricketing gentry
Towering injury tarnished Talisman penury
Revarnished..primacy rebooted for his mooted destiny and legacy
Poetry in motion..the emotion
The devotion..our commotion potion

Rejuvenation
India rue what Stokes does imbue
Hadn’t got a clue what to do
Trepidation…procrastination..then damnation
Stewed…then skewed..eschewed..slewed and screwed by the 
Hullabaloo dude..voodoo feud…hoodoo mood and rude juju

Big Ben

When asked, 'If the orchestra conductor
had made an effort more concerted
not to miss the concert
and a sordid scene averted,
would he have been less disconcerted?'
"Don’t ask me, I’m only the drummer,"
replied I in chagrin.
And, altho' the name of my favourite band
is the one I am currently in,
I do like the sound of the moniker, 'Big Ben,'
it's

Rooster Named Ben

there was a young banty rooster named Ben
who liked to hit on all of the old hens
one sad summer day it was said
an axe was taken to his head
now all the old hens are safe in their pen

Giddy Diddy Ben Duckett

Makes me giddy…that most ferocious...

Precocious host & toast of diddy men....

Spunky cut sl*t....Ben...sweep junkie....

Funky monkey boast...squat & chunky..
 

No ruddy fuddy duddy 

Croney…phoney baloney

Bucket Hat Duckett isn't 

A bloody one trick flunkie..

But a gung ho show pony


In good nick..ramp champ.. taking the mick..

Willy nilly picks...slick flicks

From Sehwag's brag blag 

Swag bag of tricks..

Sometimes sinner..silly billy

Big Ben chimes Bazball Zen

Big Ben chimes again
With Bazball zen
One of those men
From special stock
Shepherd of the flock
Hewn from strewn Volcanic rock

From New Zealand's Southern Isle
But only there for a wee while
Mighty flame haired flair laird 

Without doubt more about Blighty's North East
They forged this bellicose beast
Ripsnorting sporting cavorting squire  
Glutton & gourmand gorged feast

Test town crier
Puffed buffed chest
Inspire..burning
Proper copper topper
Churning

Ben and Jerry

Ben and Jerry each one of both of them is dumper than the other 

Ben and Jerry dump and dumper one of them call the  other a sir

BEN NOLA

Lights dim, and a single spotlight illuminates the stage/Ben Nola has sumptin 2 say/
 a page/ a stage/ two worlds were born from the seed of thought/
 One, etched in ink, a monument meticulously wrought/ the other, breath-given word jumpin’ form/ Be-bop talkin’ jazz flo cuttin’ up the airways/

 a voice defying silence, an organ

Ben the Bull has Preferential Treatment

Ben the bull was gentlemanly and debonair
He had a unique personality, he filled the air
The others in the barnyard got out of his way
He marched though the fences, big and gay

With his blue silk scarf from the farmer’s wife
And his fancy patchwork jacket, he had a good life
He wore a fashionable rip in one leg

Come-Again Ben

The werewolf hunter came to town to help the people fight
The moon was getting larger and would soon be full and bright
Those vicious hairy beasts would savage townsfolk all night long
But now they’ll find they’re up against a man who’s sure and strong

The werewolf hunter went to work and got himself an aide
He gave the

THE BEN!

Phonetically that’s what my name 
means in Japanese, I’ve been told. 
My name has a synonym. 
My name is in the Bible. 
Maybe one day, folks will say, 
         “Holy Ben!” 
My mentor also has my name. 
He’s on the $100 dollar bill. 
We are both very

My friend Ben

Today, we gather not to mourn the passing of our dear friend Ben, but to celebrate a life that brought us immeasurable joy and love.

In the words of an old adage, "As is a tale, so is a life: Not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters." 
Ben’s life was

At the Third Stroke

"At the Third Stroke.
It will be four, four, and 40 seconds, precisely."
"At the Third Stroke.
It will be four, four, and 55 seconds, precisely."
Old timers like me can remember
when time was voiced on the telephone when you dialed '1984'.
To get the 'Speaking Clock'!
or were told the time in tolls of local church bells.
or the number of

The Australian

Ben is Australian, a BBQ king,
Burning and scorching meat is just his thing.

He came from Aus some years ago, and met his own lovely English rose.

He still has an accent, but has learnt to call his friends mate, instead of just cobber,
He loves fly fishing because you carry less clobber.

Ben's prefect day would be to

Hiku Ekphrasis Ben-Day

in half tones
patterns of dots
so densely packed

Our Beloved Ben

Ben,our springer,brown & white
Was our teen-daughter's delight;
Bred by the famous Shand-Kydd
Causing us to part with fifty quid.

He soon grew,chewing lino & chairs
Forever racing up our stairs;
We'd no idea what he would become
This stress-filled harum-scarum.

A sporting dog,much too inbred
So to the vet,our footsteps led;
A day so filled with tears,
Engraved upon all our yesteryears.

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