Long Trebled Poems

At once she paid a visit. In her colorful dress, so revealing and appealingly suited to her slendern torso. I to gaze the door way, mine heart pounded viciously,  a death knock. I was...

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“...But you are my wife, and I made a vow,
even though I was a half-drunk young lout,
you belong by my side, and I by yours,
the rest of it we’ll somehow figure out.”

She still looked pale,...

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SAT NAM 

I am rose in sunlight breathing 
               Buddha in middle of balm bathing 
beckoning my Heart leavening lively 

I...

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The lawyer's named Julius
a veritable ebriosus
(in Queen's English:  perm'nently pissed)
he takes a last swig
gives a belch as of pig
from the bench: "Ouch!  Again I have missed!"

"Your Worship!  Your Honor!
virtuous your manner
that you're...

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A Publisher and A Writer walk Into a bar…
They Both say “Ouch!”


Please My Omnipotent Publisher;
Please give me a break.
Give my poetry a chance to show, 
I'm not second rate.
This book will sell and my words...

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By 11, I thought I'd have it down by 15,
But by 16 and a sour sunday morn,
And daisy chains foiled into the moor,
And hands that tighten but ne'er lighten, 
Hands that strangle, stitch, and liven.
Of...

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The genuine of simplicity is the wishing will,
arouses the splendor in content of still.
The scattering stories are matter of a baggage,
becomes the chant proclaiming the stage in savage.
Those torn loose ends to know by the...

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I made a journey through the thickets
In a forest deep down the red woods
The sun rays set on my shaved head
A sound of the rattle snake startled me
Which made me jump in fear
With every touch...

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© Ben Burton Feb 5, 2014

I view beauty with desire
But am seen through abstract eyes
Which begats a mystery
For I don't try to be that kind

The shattered pieces in my wake
As tea leaves wither in the...

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Our countryside road was

Festooned with orange heaps

Escorting us to be the grand orange fair

The gypsy dancers in orange flares

Jingled tambourines with orange ribbons

The bloated sun like an optimised orange

Spread its golden tissued canopy

Lighting up the...

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"There's a river meandering through the mind,"
older than the Englishmen who raised a bridge 
over its Constitution, a nude Indian sped away
from a warring Englishman behind 
absconding by canoe to an adjacent isle
but smallpox caught...

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Thy voice sounds like violin from distance
Melody of the holy angels
Thy beauty bouncing along the conductor
The airwaves beautified by the rhythm
A glut of neurons awakened by a giggle
How thy voice closes distance by wire?
My receiver...

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It was a blossom cradled by a blinding sheen, 
     Though bold on wings of night it fled
Much swifter than what Nature might have felt or seen;
    ...

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The wind stepped up its pace through the trees, 
and leaves fought for choral supremacy 
with the music of the street. 

The stoic notes of mighty oaks commanded, 
by sheer supremacy of number and size,...

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