By: Ben Bielert They came roaring down the road.Plumes of black smoke in tow,Silverados like silverbacksrumbling exhaust, the new chest pounding. Shoving and cursingHowling and yowlingSmallest dogs yap mostMagician’s trick of misdirection Swilling down beerNone of that sissy stuffManhood might fall clean offFrom drinking something sweet Self-images are empty glassesThe careless sweep of a handAnd … Continue reading A Sad Display
Category: Poetry
The Pillow of Ambition
By: Ben Bielert Casing stuffed to burstingwith glass shards and kerosenecotton covered hand grenadefilled with broken dreams. Each jagged, broken piecepicked up with shaking handssweat pooling on the browfrom the world's demands. The lines have been drawnin this war of attritionnever slumber partywith the pillow of ambition. © Benjamin Bielert, all rights reserved
Eostre
By: Ben Bielert Before the men from Rome,came with their decree,back before Christ was known,or consigned to history,there was a goddess Eostrewhose name was toasted to.A spring festival was celebrated,when the flower buds grew anew. The marks of this rebirthing timewere made by hares and eggs,to herald the season of new lifeand the changes that … Continue reading Eostre
Afraid to Take the Reins
The caravan continued,barreling towards the cliff.Everyone aboard knewthe jagged earth below would kill. The driver's eyes gleamedin the light of the full moon."Why would I drive us over the edge?"But his tone said that he would. They all knew exactly wherethey were heading to.But none took the reins,for they weren't sure of what to do. … Continue reading Afraid to Take the Reins
Nightly Prayer
By: Ben Bielert Now I lay me down to sleep,I pray in this world my soul I keep.That they won't chop it uppackage and commodify,that I may still have lifebehind my eyes.
Flash of Brilliance
By Ben Bielert The flashes of brilliance,alight when they do.A shooting star turningnight sky to purple and blue. Piercing monotony,a rapier cutting burlap.Coarsness of realitycut by adventurous spirit. One never knows how manywill come along in a lifetimeeach could be the last ever seenthe last run of the rusty machine. And how long will it … Continue reading Flash of Brilliance
Headstone
A poem of a potential desired epitaph.
Cave Walls to Skyscrapers
By: Ben Bielert The hunters of Lascaux,pillars of the Parthenon,Sistine's celestial scene,Towering Empire State,humanity's will has distilled. Every person putting mark to paper,shaping some aspect of the world,is saying '"we were here", needing to.We're hypoxic astronauts shoutinginto the vacuum, praying for an echo. Most shattering and damning belief,of pure, unadulterated oblivion.We fear two things: something … Continue reading Cave Walls to Skyscrapers
What You Are
By: Ben Bielert You are a whisper in the middle of the night,a quarrel of sparrows taking flight,Orion's belt twinkling in autumn skies,and the sun in the morning ever to rise. You're a soft caress on electric skin,the answer to my knock letting me in,swimming in a lake in summer after dark,tracing the shape of … Continue reading What You Are
Slippery Lines
By: Ben Bielert Slippery lines, hard to define,as we unwind in these uncertain times,always back to the grind, and no time to whine. When I picked a pack of pickled prioritieswho knew that that little kid with problems with authority,may make mischief more marginally than missing memories. Set to blast off like space chimpanzees,there's no … Continue reading Slippery Lines
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