"bennett" poems
Take a butchers at this me old Chinas.
Slip ya Plates o' Meat into ya Jacks,
brew up a nice cup o' Rosy,
and if you haven't got a Scooby what I'm on about,
feel free to fire me off a Jimmy Nail
and tell me it's a load of old cobblers.
Can you Adam an' Eve it,
I left me Dog 'n' Bone on the Apples
and when I went to call the Trouble 'n' Strife
some joker had Half-Inched it.
But that's not the worst of it.
When I got back to the Cat and Mouse
she'd done a bunk in me shiny new Jam Jar.
I couldn't believe me Pork Pies!
So here I am all on me Todd,
me only transport a ****** old **** van ****
Gordon Bennett!
I'm goin' down the ****** for a few Britneys,
gonna get totally Brahms and List
and blow a big fat raspberry at the whole thing.
Tomorrow's another bale 'o' hay.
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 3:20 PM UTC
You were one of those boys
Who I'd known since I was 4,
And who got confirmed in the
Christian faith
Six weeks ago.
One of those boys
Who joked around in class
In a way that made the tescher smile.
One of those boys
Who I was happy to have in my squad
For gym
Because I knew we would win
Team Handball.
He was a guy
Who was completely comfortable
If I referanced second grade,
Even if my memory
Embarrassed him.
Someone who was so happy
To go to highschool
And be on the football team,
And who had already made friends
With all the players.
And he was one of those boys
Who we all knew
Would be the one to score the winning goal.
I thought that he would always be there.
Because boys like Bennett Rill are rare.
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 6:53 PM UTC
It was supposed to be fun.
New school, new supplies,
Thin, neon highlighters glowing inside
Vera Bradley backpacks.
Skinny folders assigned to
Pointless subjects,
Which would be fattened
With pointless homework
By the end of the day.
It was supposed to be fun,
And for a little while, I forgot.
I forgot until History.
The new teacher hadn't lived here
Longer than a week,
Which was why he was
Excited
About teaching.
He had on a brand new tie
From Banana Republic
Which was obviously tied
By his wide eyed fiance.
His classroom was bare, as he explained,
"Don't worry,
I ordered posters yesterday."
The teacher wasn't the problem.
The problem was,
Between Richardson
And Roberts,
He still existed.
At least in the school system he did.
"Ashley Paulette?"
"-Here."
"Abby Richardson?"
"-Here."
"Bennett Rill?"
And my life shattered all over again.
The silence felt
Deafening.
Remembering how he wouldn't be there.
Not ever.
"Bennett Rill?"
The teacher was confused, looking around the room
For someone
Who was buried six feet under.
Someone who the teacher might've thought
Was sick, or vacationing.
It was supposed to be fun.
But then I remembered
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
I would like if I could, to venture out
into a baroque cave where the walls are translucent
and all that surrounds it are rivers of coherence
and incoherence
where I can scream, and when my echoes
radiate they bounce off on me and touch
the spaces in between my fingers
bizarre and ornate
rococo chimes lift my spirit
progressive, regressive
subliminal rising, into the sea of whispers
and final decisions
and crazed hands
and melting lips
and bruised knuckles
and fighting wrists...
I subsist to consist
of the fluid that makes me up
lavender barely breathing
flowers/continue/endure
hang tough, low by lakes of conspiracy
and hate/ block eyes/ shed those ill states
I carry this entity/essence/life gentely
in my arms like a ancestor. mother .
press its head against my skin and give it everything
in my blood filled hands, sinful/blessed/ tiered creatures
I feel beautiful in these worlds.
eyes closed in sleep, palms spread forth
oceans cleansing, I feel like an infant
stomach twists and hearts bat burnt wings
and learn to fly
I radiate.full hearted. eminence spoke to me
through her portal of solid grass and dieing trees
in the outskirts of the vagabond, slowly unraveling
like a child speaking
slowly growing like new love
stricken instantly
I am in
between Cleopatra and Mark
between Orpheus and Eurydice
between Odysseus and Penelope
between Elizabeth Bennett and Darcy
between Salim and Anarkali
I shiver in that love
that breathes in determent
and breathes out fragrance
temperate plasma hooked onto
the grind of my woman I beat like
the robins breast/ trembling in awe
like a living leaf blowing in the winter wind
resisting/giving in/ perishing/ breathing
to the sound of this beautiful life
Apr 29, 2011
Apr 29, 2011 at 5:53 AM UTC
[Dedicated to Allan Bennett]
I
Hail to the golden One
Seen in the midmost Sun !
Hail to the golden beard and golden lips,
His whole lige golden to the finger-tips !
Hail to the golden hair in golden showers
Hiding the eyes like blue blue lotus-flowers !
His name is Ut, for He
Hath risen above all things that be.
II
Ardent and white, the Lord
Whirls forth a strident sword.
Its blade is broader than the great World-Ash ;
Its edge is keener than the lightning flash.
Brighter than all the lights of heaven, it whirls
Out in a chaos of creative curls
And sheathes itself in Me,
Arisen above all things that be.
III
Even as the burning tongue
Og God to God that clung
Dissolved his being to a nameless naught,
Brake all the wings and waves of time and thought,
So in the quivering flame that hurled
Its founts of life to the remotest world
Supreme stood Death, and sware
Destruction to all things that were !
IV
Child, father, warrior,
I worshipped thee before ;
Friend, bridegroom, now I yield me to the rod.
My God, and very God of very God
As breath, as death, as all, as naught, unknown,
Known, is there not an end, when one alone
Stand I, and thou, and He
Arisen above all things that be?
2.4k
*We lose so much talent to addiction
Some of you may not care, but I do
This is my tribute to them*
**Alan Wilson
Canned Heat
Jimi Hendrix
The Jimi Hendrix Experience
Janis Joplin
Jim Morrison
The Doors
Brian Cole
The Association
Billy Murcia
New York Dolls
Danny Whitten
Crazy Horse
Gram Parsons
The Stooges
Gary Thain
Uriah Heep
Elvis Presley
Gregory Herbert
Blood, Sweat & Tears
Keith Moon
The Who
Sid Vicious
*** Pistols
Lowell George
Little Feat
Jimmy McCulloch
Wings
John Bonham
Led Zeppelin
Darby Crash
Germs
James Honeyman-Scott
Pretenders
Pete Farndon
Pretenders
Paul Gardiner
Tubeway Army
Gary Holton
Heavy Metal Kids
Phil Lynott
Thin Lizzy
Andrew Wood
Mother Love Bone
Brent Mydland
Grateful Dead
Steve Clark
Def Leppard
Johnny Thunders
New York Dolls
David Ruffin
The Temptations
Kristen Pfaff
Hole
Shannon Hoon
Blind Melon
Bradley Nowell
Sublime
John Kahn
Jerry Garcia Band
Jonathan Melvoin
The Smashing Pumpkins
Billy Mackenzie
Associates
West Arkeen
The Outpatience
Nick Traina
Link 80
John Baker Saunders
Mad Season
Bobby Sheehan
Blues Traveler
Wes Berggren
Tripping Daisy
Allen Woody
The Allman Brothers Band
Carl Crack
Atari Teenage Riot
Layne Staley
Alice in Chains/Mad Seasons
Kurt Cobain
Nirvana
Dee Dee
Ramones
Robbin Crosby
Ratt
John Entwistle
The Who
Howie Epstein
Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers
Jeremy Michael Ward
De Facto
Tim Hemensley
GOD
Dave Schulthise
The Dead Milkmen
Rick James
Kevin DuBrow
Quiet Riot
Ike Turner
Gidget Gein
Marilyn Manson
Jay Bennett
Wilco
Michael Jackson
The Rev
Avenged Sevenfold
Paul Gray
Slipknot
Mike Starr
Alice in Chains
Amy Winehouse**
*We are not bad people, we just have bad ways
Yet, not many understand*
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC
S3
Sleepless, Shuffling In Stockholm
Somewhere in my body,
A bifurcated clock ticks,
Two clock faces,
White on black,
Vice versa.
Mixed media messages,
Crazy train station internal,
Brain activity fevered,
Arrive/depart according to
Somebody else's schedule,
Somebody else occupying,
Every street of my body
Lying asleep,
Typing these words,
It is the middle of the night,
Bright daylight suffuses the room
What part of my metaphysical schema,
Ain't jet lagged legally,
And poetically entitled to be
Stockholm Syndrome Confused?
Times have really changed,
Oh my, when you propose,
Let's go to Stockholm,
Anything goes!
So my schedule reordered
In the land of either all
Light or Dark, twenty hours four,
I turn to my boon companion,
Who soothes at any hour,
My music, my Nano,
And I find myself, musically,
Shuffling in Stockholm.
Meatloaf and Piazzolla,
Muddy Waters and Purple Rain,
Marvin Gaye and Pink Martini,
Beethoven, Straight No Chaser,
Beatles, Stones, Bennett vs. Buble,
The lack of sleep a permanent fixture,
Courtesy of this Bach-us admixture,
So should you see a gappy, khaki, clad tourist,
Meandering o'er the islands of this charming city,
In Ingmar Bergman fashion,
Black and white erratic,
Alternating, swaying and shuffling,
No tongue clucking,
Nah, he's not drunken,
Just dancing while sight seeing,
In a sleep deprived manner,
Someday a movie to be,
Sleepless, Shuffling In Stockholm
A/K/A
S3
June 30 ~ July 2, 2012
Stockholm, Sweden
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 11:34 PM UTC
No my name’s not Bennett , but I’m really in it.
Never one to just go with the flow,
I’m just trying to win it.
Not wanting my relationship to be a situationship; it’s dangerous.
Can’t even see the monsters that you’ve made of us.
Raising up.
Raising brows.
Cover up my own smile.
Thinking I could fill the void by having me a second child.
My hearts full.
Full of emotion.
Full of neglect.
Full of myself.
Full of my friends and loved ones that are left.
Feeling out of touch, I’m trying to change my life and run it up.
The marathon continues , but I can’t be no runner up.
Dumb it down.
Sound it out.
Passion’s what I’m all about.
Crazy, but I want a happy home before I get a house.
Feeling by myself but it’s like ten people on the couch.
It ***** for me.
But soon I’ll reach my clarity, guess lucky me.
Stuck to me.
Looking up the definition of custody.
My words and my heart’s all I got left, don’t give a **** to me.
I need a hug.
Find comfort in myself but I can’t see the love.
Back and forth with self worth.
Thinking bout my son’s birth.
AMB, this thing will last forever long as I’m on Earth.
Almost had that took away.
I’m suffering like every day.
Mentally I’m in maze, trying to fix these evil ways.
Evil thoughts.
Thought about it all when my last breath was caught.
Almost in a hole for real, my demons had a hold of wheels.
Heal just to rebuild, but I ain’t got the time, I pop a pill.
Things been wrong for so long that I can’t even taste a meal.
Chasing thrills.
Heavy with the consciousness, maybe I am too chill.
Rolling down the steepest hill, premeditate my own will.
Jun 1, 2022
Jun 1, 2022 at 4:19 PM UTC
I'm having a Jazz Affair, I'm sorry to admit.
Michael Buble has a voice, a sound full of grit.
that makes even me, sound and strong,
think to myself "I might be wrong."
I'm having a Jazz Affair, my love it's true.
Even though I will always love you.
The sound of swing and Tony Bennett,
gets me so I almost forget it.
I'm having a Jazz Affair, but you'll always have my heart.
It's sad but true, Jazz is an art.
Some music is faster and more compelling,
but Jazz just keeps on singing, and loving and telling.
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 10:20 PM UTC
You will not break my spirit burning bright,
turn my day to terror'd night
you will not break my cities tall and proud,
run my family underground
you will not break me!
you will not rob my leaders of their will,
clergy of their faith,
you will not peel stripes from my face
poke holes through my stars
you will not get away with this!
you will not turn my red, white and blue
into painful black and blue,
you will not break my children's acrid innocence,
my freedom to endure,
you will not take my mother and hold her hostage,
break my back first man, 'cause I'll seek justice
I'm an American!
My colors do not run,
I'm black, white, brown, yellow and tan
I'm an American!
You broke into family's home
killed brothers and sisters
one day I will get you
because I'm an American!
and
you will not break me,
you will not break me,
you will not break the hope in my child's eyes
peace will prevail to your surprise,
love is strength in numbers,
your will is bound by hatred
America slumbers no more,
the giant has awaken and
years of complacent, fat-cat politics
is now down to ***** out heretics
I got *****
I got *****
I got ***** swinging from the hips of
Crazy Horse and Sitting Bull
ready to bounce you out of your holes!
I got soul,
I got soul
I got soul like no others got soul,
got soul like Tina Turner, James Brown,
Ella Fitzgerald and the New York City Fire Department
I'm an American!
I got heart,
I got heart like no others got heart
I got heart like the Tin Man found
I got heart like Tony Bennett, George Foreman,
Marlon Brando, Jesse Owens, BB King, John Belushi
Johnny Franco and the Miracle Mets!
I'm an American!
I'm an American!
and
you will not break me
you will not break me
you will not break me!
Frank Messina. 9/11/2016.
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC
During the Depression little Evie
sewed dolls from Granny's quilt scraps.
World War II knew her as Evelyn.
Builder of planes, defender of freedom.
Cousin Bobby called her Auntie,
He moved in with us when he was 12.
44 years of first graders adored Mrs. Bennett,
who read them stories with love and expression.
She was Dad's one and only Sugar.
Now,
one breath later,
she is
the deceased
the body
the cadaver
the remains
Nothing more.
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 5:59 PM UTC
He'll love you more than he loved me because with you, you're perfect. Being your everything it's the greatest thing he can give to you.
I just want to say a few things, I want to tell you how lucky you are because you and him? You may as well be a perfect match and with that I want you to appreciate him. Appreciate his presence because girl, that's what I'm longing for. Show him how much you care and how much you admire him despite his imperfections (I tell you though you'll find beauty in them too)
I could never compare to you. The way he looks at you, it's much more meaningful. You are the sun, moon, stars that give him warmth when it's cold. When he thinks of you he just can't help but smile because you are his sunshine, something to look forward to everyday. You will be gravity that holds things perfectly in place, you will be his queen. All the things I never was and never could be will be you.
You will be his Juliet,
his Cossette,
his Elizabeth Bennett.
And I
Will be no one.
Take care of him, love him with a love greater than mine. If you can.
Sincerely,
The girl he loved before
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 9:31 AM UTC
Heads bob over waves, another couple
passes. Bennett on his bath towel,
burying his fingers in the sand,
legs pointing toward the sea.
Tries to escape through summer’s haze,
but only recalls the room some years ago:
students speaking of Antigone and he
finally uttering a thought, but his thought
Is thought superfluous. A silence entering
Bennett. Bennett becoming that silence.
But suddenly he is here again,
watching the muttering old man
with his metal detector.
The old man stops, his ugly
voice hushes, and bends
down to grasp the Earth.
He wonders what is there.
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 1:23 AM UTC
When for the Muse shall I wrangle those Songs
And carry them Gently to your Heart's place
First my Errors make Pure; Then Right my Wrongs
To listen, dear Talent of Promising Grace
If such my Words be too Quipped for your Pick
Since I, abandoned the Once-Supporting Friend
Shall I bite Sincere; Then hear your Voice unique
By Faith my Cloudy Attitude amend
Then crank this Ampled Recorder to Like
Which by Prayers fast weave a Chuffled Tune
To capture those Drums; From Snails such Elves devise
And summon the Crowd to revere you soon.
That is my Wish; Though Hoodwinked I become
Blow Notes for your Pen; Such Pen your Gift's Sum.
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 3:07 AM UTC
the wind whips
at your back like a
slave master;
the water trots
at your feet like a
dog scorned;
the pavement shoves
at your being like a
puberty-struck bully.
this violence is what you
live for, the constant
back and forth, back and forth,
of man vs. nature vs. man vs. self
round and round and round
you go,
laps at the criterium, muscle memory
firing, lactic acid eliciting
yearnings of tranquility you
push yourself on
just one more, just one more,
never allowing yourself respite as though
you were fleeing
Death herself.
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 2:49 PM UTC
smiles revealed during September,
leads to words throughout November,
and greater things come in December
now its May
and some days
it feels like I'm falling apart,
because my love can do nothing to mend your broken heart
things have a way of coming back to us
what was the name of that song by Yes?
well it's only the second sighting of you this week
wish we could sneak
back to your place,
but everyone can tell
by the look on my face,
its a Thursday
I love the buttons on your coat
and the way you can't hold your smoke
corduroys and shades of blue
driving down the road
there is a sound
but we both know, it's just the snow
just abdicate your objections
they incapacitate my affections
I don't need to ameliorate my attendance rate
I'm losing every ambition that I thought I ever had
no one even notices
no surprises, no surprises there
deja vu for you
I'm certain this future isn't true
I just can’t say adieu
Mar 11, 2010
Mar 11, 2010 at 8:00 PM UTC
Joe and Rose’s Children
Joseph’s plane was shot down near England during WWII
John was assassinated in 1963 of November Twenty-Two
Rose Marie Mary had a lobotomy because she was acting aggressively
Kathleen, wed Wm J Robt Cavendish and she later died unexpectedly
Eunice married a great man, Lieutenant Robert S. Shriver
Patricia wed actor Peter Lawford, their marriage wasn't forever
Robert wed Ethel Skakel, he was another that was assassinated
Jacqueline Bovier felt sure that the Kennedy’s might be hated
Married to Stephen Edward Smith
Jean was wed to him until his death
Edward (Ted) late one night drove off a bridge at Chappaquiddick
Reporting the next day about Mary Jo Kopechne was quite horrific
Ted was married twice, first to Virginia Joan Bennett 1958–1982
And then next until his death Victoria Anne "Vicki" Reggie too
Copyright 2013
All Rights Reserved
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 4:06 PM UTC
It's easy to say things when they don't mean anything,
and that's how I've always gotten by.
But then I said something that ripped off my skin,
and my sea-soaked beauty didn't want to give in.
She ****** me, I ****** her,
we danced all night,
I wrote her a poem,
when I forgot how to write.
Aug 27, 2010
Aug 27, 2010 at 11:02 PM UTC
Who Am I ?
Well I Am a young women by the name of NIKIA ALEXIS HATWOOD - BENNETT-HARDY.....
Who AM I ?
A STRONG DETERMINED PERSON is who I am .
Am I everything that my parents or everyone else wanted me to be ?
No I AM NOT.....
Who Am I ?
I AM A CHILD OF GOD
AND I AM A LOVING -KIND HEARTED PERSON.....
WHO AM I ?
A UNIQUE INDIVIDUAL I AM
AM I A STRONG POET ?
YES THAT IS WHO I AM!
WHO I AM?
A UNDERSTANDING, PAIENT PERSON .
ALSO A RELIABLE PERSON is WHO I AM?
WHO AM I ?
A LOVING DAUAGHTER
A LOYAL FRIEND
A WONDERFUL WIFE
A CARING / DEVOTED MOTHER
A EXCELLENT STUDENT
WHO AM I ?
I AM ALL OF THOSE ABOVE AND MORE ...
WHO AM I ?
I AM THE ONLY ONE WHO LOVES ME UNCONDITIONALLY ON THIS EARTH.....
WHO AM I ?
I AM A MOTHER OF TWO .... A UNBORN AND MY DAUGHTER NEVEAH AMIRIA MANYOK!
WHO AM I IS NO A QUESTION .....
WHO AM I ?
I AM ALL THOSE ABOVE AND SO MUCH MORE
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 5:30 PM UTC
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a very large expanse of sea, in particular, each of the main areas into which the sea is divided geographically.
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 12:20 PM UTC
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The Yellow Bowl
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Bankruptcy Hearing
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On Finding a Turtle Shell in Daniel Boone National Forest
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Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
On the corner of Nansemond's Parkway and Bennett's Pasture
a heartbreaking scene can be found
almost appearing to be a mass grave
for such a small, innocent intersection
how many lives has it claimed
stones, flowers and crosses rest serenely under the trees
masking the horror that must have occurred on many an occasion
I wonder
how many more will you claim, little crossroad
could I be next
as I pass each day
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 10:18 PM UTC
In my hometown there is a road named
East Bennett.
Tonight, after work, under trees and streetlights,
I wondered if my whole life
that sign has been influencing me
subliminally;
as a wide-eyed child
and even now
driving by on the highway.
I'm leaving for Philly in December,
and Alan Watts
and the Tao Te Ching
are all I can ever seem to read.
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 2:15 AM UTC
I can drive now with ease
All the way into town
Without being jeopardized
By some slow moving clown
My car's in the parking lot
Close to the market
And I don't walk miles
After I park it
The isles are clear
The checkouts are open
Blessed relief
Till October I'm hoping
Each year they come
And each year they go
But they're hazardous to your health
Cause they drive too **** slow
When you least expect it
They pull out in front of you
Just gawking and talking
Enjoying the view
A car, an RV
Or a trailer that's towed
To them it seems
They're alone on the road
Sometimes I wonder
And that's no jive
Just how in the hell
They got here alive
By my father Robert Bennett
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC
Is present once again
in his blackened room,
hears songs in the trees.
The window glows: *the sun
reaches all, and doesn’t care
about your comb-over.*
Darkness leaves the world,
life refills the street:
cars commuting, bodies shifting
across concrete, passing
familiar others. Emil enters.
He watches the girl
over there: greasy black hair,
paled skin. She is pretty
in her damaged way.
Emil shoves away
Those thoughts, bites
into his McMuffin:
these are getting better.
Slow through the park,
Emil lingers. Joggers in their routes,
a Frisbee keeping itself in the air
until sputtering in the trim grass–
Emil overlooks everything.
He sees the marks glow
underneath his secretary’s
sleeves. He staggers over,
smiling, “I heard what you said,
that your girlfriend broke-in
and bit you in the arm.
If you need to, you can
stay at my place
for a while.” She smiles
a smile Emil’s been aware of
since middle school,
when girls wouldn’t even look
at him and his acne-scars twice.
He opens his door, and walks
within the black, only outlines
of things show. He flips the light
switch. Only he can alter this world.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 2:45 AM UTC