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My Valentine is a fresh Red Rose,-

Roses, Roses,Roses 

I shall throw in your path

From the couch to the hall,

And beyond;

I shall sweep the yard and gather 

the crushed roses

And give them a fond farewell

Before the trash can is

set out for the van.

Roses, Roses, Roses!

Oh my valentine!

Roses are meant to fade away

But even years after

We shall together remember

This one crazy Valentine spirit

You and I may laugh but

when we smell it e’en in the corners

Of our crumbling home

We shall think it was a fine thing to do

After all. 

benny

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Light, Forever Lit ©

From strangest shores to Bethlehem came

The wisest of the wise so they were reckoned:

Three bearing gifts, before Herod they came

They but found the world honors the false indeed.

ii

From Galilee to Bethlehem came

The holy family by some decree;

Mary big with Child found no home

But a lowly manger by divine decree.

iii

In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed

The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.

A Caesar must live off taxes and be damned,

But forever blessed is Jesus Christ.

iv

The star that led the rustic still shines

And we too have in that infant found it

Lit despite all gloom, and peace reigns;

We have found light what is forever lit.

(Reading Christina Rossetti’s In the Bleak Midwinter prompted this poem)

benny

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Scotch, make it double, Joe while you are at it-

My thirst is not what we need concern now

I cadge freely your drinks, well what of it?

2.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light-

Nothing good can come out of it I know

Unless with booze wash this red-hot gullet.

3

I shall hold my life a ransom to thirst:

Dare not go gentle into night somehow

Like whipt cur on the run,- but first things first ,-

4

Sweet is the day but will live to regret:

Youth who lay hope more than day shall allow

Has nothing left but golden youth misspent

5.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight,

Time the bloody hound making a meal of

Hope, they ne’r even had a chance at it.

6.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light:

Life was a holy grail to seek and now

I know my life from youth up was mis-hit

Curse, bless, Oh does it matter in the least?

benny

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My love reveals objects
silken butterflies
concealed in his fingers

his words
splash me with stars

night shines like lightning
under the fingers of my love

My love invents worlds where
jeweled glittering serpents live

worlds where music is the world

worlds where houses with open eyes
contemplate the dawn

My love is a mad sunflower that forgets
fragments of sun in the silence

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Hunter of the icy wastes,

In your murderous talons what fate

Has decreed or Nature shaped?

A scythe slicing the gelid blue sky

you appear, silently,- and deadly

Shears of death they are,

But talons of service

Well concealed beneath the white sails,

Grim Reaper of the air you are.

snow owl

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Because She Would Ask Me Why I loved Her

by- Christopher Brennan

If questioning would make us wise

No eyes would ever gaze in eyes;


If all our tale were told in speech


No mouths would wander each to each.

Were spirits free from mortal mesh

And love not bound in hearts of flesh


No aching breasts would yearn to meet


And find their ecstasy complete.

For who is there that lives and knows

The secret powers by which he grows?


Were knowledge all, what were our need


To thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?.

Then seek not, sweet, the “If” and “Why”

I love you now until I die.
For I must love because I live


And life in me is what you give.

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Season’s Greetings

Thorough night or day

In sickness or health,

In being poor or rich

I know day follows night:

What is night but the gleam of light

Waiting to be let in?

Let your hearts with love and light surround,

If only you see the daybreak

Comes in a shower of blessings,-

I wish you all these and much more

But I shall not this blessed day sound a bore.

benny                                                                                                                 

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I read the news Oh boy it was on prime-time news oh boy

What can you say when you know some one is dead?

It makes me feel sad,

Why, why, why, Madibah

Why, why, why, Madibah?

 

Did you lose the fight or death lost his bite

When the whole world think you are one of them?

 

At break of day we grieve the loss and by noon it’s no less;

You have come in each of us something of a hope

 

Death can’t put that out

Your death has given us something of a fight oh boy

Why why why Madibah

Why why why Madibah

 

So when unjust laws come in the midnight

To take us to depths of hell do I make a stand or run?

When they crack their whips, they split open our hides oh,oh

We haven’t a thing to make them go as you showed us.

 

You left not your spirit

Oh boy we will have to carry on just the same.

Why why why Madibah

Why why why Madibah?

benny

(ack:Songwriters- O’RIORDAN/ DOLORES MARY / HOGAN, NOEL)

 

 

 

 

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Mild is the weather and yet death has come:

You did think life was a wheel on the go,

Run run run, hitch a ride till kingdom come

2.

 If death is at the door ask not where from:

Break up the wall, let space from within flow

Outwards till cosmos be plumbed: your home.

 3.

Seek not how you found life nor left for whom:

Death is a damn fool who shall never know

Taste from touch, much less dram from dream.

 4

Mild is the weather and yet death has come:

You did think life was a wheel on the go,

Run run run, hitch a ride till kingdom come

Hasten not to look for your dream nor home.

benny 

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Before beginning was Consciousness

Shall we begin with words?

Sense shall serve us for stars

In their birth in the nursery of Knowing;

Red dwarves or worm holes

Make no sense till we dandle them-

Theorems are fine and logic holds

While our very sense is lost

in the tangle of semantics.

In the beginning was Word

What is Consciousness

Unless named at some point?

From where we range our inside out 

Past Stars, and Time

Shall we name our stars as our very being?

 

benny

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