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
Tag: 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.
Hope
By Benjamin Bielert Dare to whisper in the darkthe possibility of sun.Dare to see the world as it isand dream for better. Rage against the status quofight against the currentrather than go with the flowdon't be sane in a mad world. They threw the first stoneso fight fire with fireand madness with madnessmake yours the … Continue reading Hope
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.
Bukowski Missed a Few Points
By: Ben Bielert So you wanna be a writer?Well, yes I fucking do,so don't tell me that I can't,just because it's shaken you. It comes roaring out of you,just like a waterfall,if it doesn't come unbidden,then it's worth nothing at all. You know, sometimes it is work,so, I'm sorry to burst your bubble,but it doesn't … Continue reading Bukowski Missed a Few Points
Run from the Pen
By: Ben Bielert If I could advise you of one thing,It would be to run from the pen,The pen will seduce you, draw you in,Make you think that you can win. The pen will allow you to create entire worlds,And its power is so enticing, tantalizing, delicious,You can empower kings, create heroes, construct beauties,But you … Continue reading Run from the Pen
Bloody Well Write 