The Book

 

This book I made to friends and poets has been a joy to me, It's taken me back to a time when I was young and free.

If I knew then what I know now of the sliding doors of fate but we all know that hindsight always turns up late.

I feel that times escaping, it's running away from me the future fades into the past on that we all agree.

I want to live a long life but never to grow old or fumble around inside my head for stories to be told.

The way an oyster wraps up a small grain of sand and coats it with nacre to produce something grand.

This book I wrapped in leather it had me in a whirl I like to think it's also some type of a pearl..............

Weary Blues

 

If music be the food of love,  I'll have a Bb on toast.

This Brocken violin only played one chord......F demented.......

So I cut the neck off and made it into a ukulele or  Ukulin or a Vioele?

Rhapsadies In Black

 

Jungle nights in Harlem dancing in the streets Duke Ellington band 

playing that syncopated beat.

Across the Harlem rooftops and down in the bars and speaks 

the music all around us the fun is there to seek.

Black renaissance dancers dance to a creole band,  tall, tan, and terrific

those girls from Dixieland.

Harlem was romantic, and strong hard and cold

but the rhythm seeping through you soothes the restless soul...........

 

Ben 1998---2025

 

If the true purpose of life is to live life to the full.

You fulfilled that purpose........

Our wonderful boy. 

Sophia Brigitte and Marilyn

Would I could subdue the thoughts the lustful thoughts of youth,

and then perhaps not think of her in a Basque with stocking tops.

In the doctors surgery reclining upon a couch, with eyes so dark

and crow black hair and painted lips that she would pout.

And Madammselle Brigitte or BB as she was known, with sultry eyes

and sulky lips mon coeur bat pour toi, you belle fille, who I worshiped.

So its goodbye Norma Jeane and the seven year itch, standing over the

subway grating our lives you did enrich.

But to have one more adventure, one more roll of the dice,

one last chance to embrace that feeling, that feeling of

the chase, before I'm lost forever in the shadow of timeless space..........

 

For ever always young....... Ben

 

There no getting over this I've nothing to say,

not a thing I can do to keep sadness at bay.

I find I can't laugh but it's easy to cry,

I cry for myself on that I can't lie.

There's a pain in my heart I just want to scream,

the only thing left for me is to sleep and to dream.

So I just dream of a world I once knew,

clocks don't turn back so I dream dreams of you.....

when it's spring again

 

Tulips stand in silent watch over flora entombed in winter, waiting for springs gaudy hues, pinks, purple, yellows, and blues.   Winter Jasmine blooms soon go but tulip petals defy the frost but all too  soon they're  lost.

This tulip is made to last come summer heat or winter's blast,  when leaves do fall in wintry weather and the summer birds have fled.   This tulip will stay for winter just because it's made from lead.........