Best Benjamin Poems

A little moon for Benjamin
For Benjamin the moon
Which casts itself upon his face
Tonight when it is full 
In a magic transformation
That illuminates, in depth
A purer...

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Benjamin Franklin was known for many a-things
Longing for reality to spring from his dreams
On a wild stormy night made a discovery
A dastardly magic called electricity!

However...

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I wish I could be 
like Benjamin Button
Me oh my 
wouldn’t that be sumthin
My hair would grow thicker 
no longer thin and grey
From winter’s cold...

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A  is for Anton van Leeuwenhoek- in his simple  microscope made him well-known,
B is for Benjamin Franklin who invented  the electricity ...

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A scientist pursuing research—
with disinterested curiosity,
Poets distancing themselves—
from personal emotions,
from ‘personality’ (in Eliot’s idiolect),
A sportsperson focusing on the event—
not obsessed with results,
demonstrating sporting spirit,
Anyone doing...

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Once upon a time 
In a land far away
A Baby was born
On a bright winter’s day

He was a happy baby
His laughter quite the treat
He was...

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I. The Love of Minds

The volume on the desk,
The one not claimed by dust or burned
By light, will follow her to bed tonight.
Its pages will...

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I.
Twilight,
The evening spreads itself across the sky
Like a canvas,
Splashed with hues of frantic yellow, somber blue,
And hectic red,
Captured in a shapeless frame
And hung upon the...

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It is not new. The thirteen families, and Freemasons have been plotting for hundreds of years. Here are the thirteen families that make up the...

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Baby Ben is on his way
                   ...

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All of our righteousness are as filthy rags 
I do believe that's what I read 
We all fall short of the glory of God 
I...

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Now that our marriage is over 
there is something I think you should know 
I will never again have anything to do with you 
for...

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Expectation
Is a wasted exercise.
Attempting to surmise
The content of a situation
Leads to misconceptions:
A woman cries,
A source of pride,
The setting of the sun;
Exchange it for another one
And...

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October is a tragedy
Written by the ghosts of summertime,
Discharging promises and platitudes
Like an old man seated on a rocking chair;
Reciting them time and again,
Building false...

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I, cold ... cold as stone ...
But is that not befitting such as I?
Once, merely common, hidden deep in the earth,
Still, my quality made itself...

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