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Best Poems From
BEN GIESKE
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Behold This Day A Future Will Bring
Behold this day a future will bring.
Snow is quietly gracing the ground.
There will then just be a silent sound.
Will it be one of which we will sing?
Tonight well be skating on the pond.
By the cracking fire well coddle round.
Each and evry one will form a bond.
There will then just be a silent sound.
No recipe is ours to follow
Flitting in the night with the swallows.
Around and around well make a ring.
Perhaps a song or two we will sing.
The ice smooth and glistening will be.
Expecting others with eagerness.
Some happiness there surely will be.
Well be snug like birds in a nest.
-March,2008
Ben Gieske
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Born To Die
Black ant on my bathroom sink
Its light no longer blinks.
Squirrel flattened victim of the tread
Its light has since long fled.
Were they meant to Die?
Titmouse in the claws of the owl
Its life-light victim of the fowl
Worker bees in a hive
She a victim may be.
She a martyr might be
For the queen of the hive.
Were they meant to die?
The meat-eating plant
What deceit it hides.
What is your complaint?
Your were meant to die.
Come and visit awhile.
We will be pals
At least for awhile
As long as I smile.
Are we meant to die?
Conditioned by faith?
Must we live with fate?
Somehow we decide.
Its really what we see
In the tunnel of sight
Or maybe what we believe.
With light comes sight.
With sight come light.
We were meant to die.
When life means death
After the last breath
And death means life
In the tunnel of light.
We live from within/not from without,
Not orbit bound/to zoom around and around.
Life is but a trace
Of successes and mistakes
To which we give a face
Or perhaps a name,
But its still the same.
In the beginning
................There was darkness
................................- then light.
In the beginning
................was the Word
................................- then life.
Where we meant to live
.................- then die
................................- and live?
- August 23,2006
Ben Gieske
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Bricks And Words/Sticks And Stones
If words were bricks
would we wonder sometimes
where we set them down;
How we pile them up?
What walls would we be building?
In what encircling igloos would we
encase ourselves or others
or would we build just rooms
in which to unfold our acts?
At least we could go back,
unstack them, rearrange them
or bring them to another place.
What help could we enlist?
Or would others pick some up
and hurl them back?
- March 28,2008
Ben Gieske
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Butterflies
Butterflies are beautiful creatures
with amazing features
but they fly so erratically
one wonders if theyre learning how to fly.
Ben Gieske
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