left you flat like a domino
Passe clings to crazy ways
Ramon is blitzed trying to bop
You two
What are you looking for
Eagley takes it easily
Stand just buy me
That's Bennie we call him the king
Davies bowing out he's going through some changes
Len and Mac Snooped out with the Doc
smoking imagination Chronically outback
well live and let
Back to the party
That's Abbey shes dancing like a queen
wants to live forever
That's Chuck we call him D That Tasty Tea
and he is G a professor riffing about the power fight
You two is he with you or
That's Will he picks up up about midnight
El tongue is pierced its messing up your song
This foxy lady will be anywhere the hens drink
Hes Garf and Si they are always silent
Say hello to mr blue Thats Skye
Those two who turned
the bar to an oasis
Definately pissed Maybe don't know
The guy by the Radio
thats head
hes a bit of a creep
Kurt was coming but there was something on his way
There Art Rick
He's a monkey
Eh Do i wanna know what
Can't here you
for the tunes
i never forgot
Categories:
bennie, poetry,
Form: Free verse
He’s the best friend of democracy’s worst enemy ...
spinning white lies, treasonous yarn
Red coat ruby lipstick speak;
seditious bellow larceny,
crafty cerulean sound bytes of ruble treachery
Bennie Arn,
firebrand fox with the silver coin tongue
Got those oval eyes fixating
on the golden eggs in the eagle nest treasury,
Those baby blues
are crimson code flashing a czar fee:
Robbing Hood disdain is stained red Lenin Commie
Bennie Arn
keep plenty Ruskie company,
pilfering pals
hiding in the cyber weeds
Ballot box security
has a serious ivory inside bleed
Bennie Arn is selling classified secrets
on a pay-to-never know need
Giving those rotten cluck citizens
digital kernels of
decayed honesty chickenfeed
He’s the best friend of Lady Liberty’s worst enemy ...
weaving red meat lies, traitorous yarn
Sorry to say,
the Trojan Horse hay is in the barn
White noise seduced by wavy Iscariot charm —
Freedom woes got Union blue sold
when iron-copper chains
of thought tyranny prickly arose
Raise the white flag,
blow the indigo tone scare alarm
Pay scarlet turncoat tribute to Bennie Arn
Categories:
bennie, allusion, identity, perspective, word
Form: Narrative
Tonight you feel me with such passion
As we share sweet kisses while the sun sets
You constantly show me so much compassion
I can imagine Elton singing “ Bennie and the Jets
As we share sweet kisses while the sun sets
Everything in the world seems so far away
I can imagine Elton singing” Bennie and the Jets
That is why I give you my heart each day
Everything in the world seems so far away
Because of you I whole heartedly believe in true love
That is why I give you my heart each and day
We fit perfect together like hand and glove
Because of you I whole heartedly believe in true love
You constantly show me so much compassion
We fit perfect together like hand and glove
Tonight you feel me with such passion
Submitted to the “Picture This “ contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Image 3
3-26-18
Categories:
bennie, love, passion, sunset,
Form: Pantoum
There was an old man named Bennie
desperate to spend a penny
Found the toilet was locked
weed in an empty jam pot
The relief is known by so many
Penned 16/06/2014
Categories:
bennie, funny,
Form: Limerick
Big Bennie Davis and Joe Nally are walking down to the pub
Joe's about five four and wiry.
A car pulls to the curb . The driver calls out
Hey Shorty. How do we get to Ellis street?
Nally" How did you know my name was Shorty?
Driver "I guessed"
Nally " Well guess where Ellis street is"
They went into the pub.
Categories:
bennie, people
Form: Bio
He does not answer when I speak,
the severed head in the picnic basket,
nor do the swarming flies on the muslin sack,
buzzing on the dried blood, concern him overmuch.
I still speak to him as ice chunks melt
about his rotting skull, and he rolls with a soft bump
on the passenger seat.
“Al, baby, we’re gonna find out what this is all about.
You and me, Al, we’re gonna find out.”
Mexico shimmers and burns through
dust and dirt, gunfire, filth and murder, and we drive
the backroads in the hammered paint scarred red car,
backfiring clouds of exhaust, pollutant patches of hell.
Gunshots echo through my mind,
bodies pirouette in slow motion, tissue quake ensues,
jetting blood through ripped cloth:
“Why? Because it feels so damn good, that’s why.”
I never had much to speak of, dreams, a girl and a piano,
now my girl is dead and all I have left
is a car, a gun and a severed head in a picnic basket.
And in place of dreams, a heart of darkness and
this impregnable death wish…
Categories:
bennie, allegory, art, death, life,
Form: Blank verse
Baker Bob brought breakfast biscuits
To big, bad Bennie Barker's bed.
Bob believes, sadly, that Ben behaves badly
Because Barbara Barker rarely bakes bread.
Categories:
bennie, food, children, funny, on
Form: I do not know?