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State: Dublin
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Monday, June 29, 2009 00:59
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Text sent Saturday 27th June 2009 Patrick Benignus Bennett copyrighted
(pbb) With ease, two swans paddle tide high Liffey Cappuccino and Latte sippers, skinny and not Some with to much froth warm under clear sky; copper mane slow Sucks awkward on smoke, light green bag-strap diagonal over brown, speedboat Easy parts deep rhythmic water, rainbow flags limp too flitter poles; far away One shot took down three lions! In saunter Saturday strolls to evening for… (pbb)
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Patrick Benignus Bennett copyrighted (pbb) ah sun from behind cloud passing shines as light wind Occasionally causes beer can roll; blue on red Ahh flowers sway blooms, birds as Lies hover on wind; spare change Ha’yPenny toll, rippled flow May tide low; blue on red, one Semi-conscious, other crawl Avoid dance of lonesome red, still On wind seagull floats. ~{PBB}-
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Monday, May 25, 2009 00:35
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Atone Patrick Benignus Bennett copyrighted Raggy-arsed boy, you, raggy-arsed boy Who was it, that causes you down generations cry Poor, raggy-arsed boy, deep rooted cry cry cry cry Do you know, twas not the’Christ That caused your mind in childhood die Was not the’Jesus, who causes pain regurgitate Raggy-arsed girl, who introduced you to your hell Twas not, the’Mother of the’Crucified Emotional; Physical; Mental; Sexual; Spiritual Abuse You! Suffered; Recurring Each day of you; Suffer Raggy-arsed child; they stole you! Brother, Sister, Father, Mother superior! Religiously they came to steal you. Raggy-arsed child Raggy-arsed child Raggy-arsed child Those, that survive Do you forever wander shadowed corridors Submerged murkiness within- your only crime That you were child, without sin, child Vulnerable, frightened, small, voiceless soft target You were child you were child defenceless you were child You who ‘survive’; through torment torture terror Turned-out to fend that new batch take your position Turned-out to, turned into, institutionalisation, ’life’ Of medication, Alcoholism; Drug addiction; Dysfunctional relationships; Homelessness; Suicide? Few made it through, to be To be, made suffer further; State Religious bodies, of denial Deceitfulness, Greed
Raggy-arsed adult; you Are loved, for your endurance You are loved, for your truth
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Monday, April 27, 2009 00:54
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Category: Writing and Poetry
There once was a Patrick Benignus Bennett copyrighted There once was pig, who Ate bird that no longer flew, due To bug that caused its’ flu Along came a human; who Humanely did not kill pig, for its’ crime of, being A complete bird eating swine There once was a human who, sneezed Agh-chuu; Now, World panicked streets Lie bare; But, for body pyres here and there; Agh-chuu -------------------------------------------- 01:00am-ish 27th/04/09 At least Patrick Benignus Bennett copyrighted In this city, thousand more Better, lovers, writers, people Thousand better, siblings, children Better workers, thousand more At least I recognise; and still My input is input regardless A thousand more, at least Futility frustration fecklessness A thousand, feelings
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Sunday, April 19, 2009 21:45
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Category: Writing and Poetry
The Sunday Tribune / Dublin City Council Short Story Competition / DRACULA
The object was to include the following line from Bram Stoker‘s Dracula;
“His eyes blazed with a sort of demonic fury, and he suddenly made a grab at my throat”.
[NOTE: I didn‘t win e100.00c book voucher, but, thought would share with you; Comments of any description welcome]
Standing Nonchalant
Patrick Benignus Bennett copyrighted
His eyes blazed with a sort of demonic fury, and he suddenly made a grab at my throat. As bony white fingers took hold, terror before unknown cloaked. Even now, as mind raced, I could still feel embarrassment as urine soaked pants. As last of oxygen struggled in lungs, my body went limp. Knowing power was all his, he loosened grip. I slipped to wet cold stones, drawing knees automatically up into foetal position. Standing nonchalant over, calmly gloving hands, he tilted head skywards letting out a low guttural laugh. That sound reignited distracted terror within, my mind leaped wildly through thought patterns, what.. what did he want of me, what would he do to me; the contrast of warm urine on thigh with chill of wet slabs under seeped into thoughts. My mind recklessly leaped as lay motionless helpless powerless to his will. He stepped lithely back, sneered coldly and let loose, I felt shooting pain in ribs as his high-polished leather boot thumped into side. Gasping air through pained lungs, I rocked side to side as he spat words at me, You dare.. to Desecrate.. Meee! Reaching he grabbed my coat-front and easily jerked to feet. In hellish intimacy several times his nose brushed back and forth across mine, a putrid stench overwhelmed nostrils as involtarily I retched, laughing loudly he flung me away to fall hard against stone. I lay cold whimpering with pain as words of Patrick Kavanagh’s “On Raglan Road” wandered over mind. Slowly I roused as eyes struggled to adjust. Soreness seeped to consciousness as events flooded back. Senses began to register dank odour within dark confines. I felt cold metal against skin. Aches through body were accompanied by dimming spirit. Something touched shin. Flicking right foot a squeal echoed as sharp rib pain caused me groan. As I began to slump muttering sweet Jesus sweet Lord Jesus free me from this insanity, sound of a key turning in door lock brought me sharply up. Light glare filled room. A crouched figure opened padlock. Taking hold of clean steel chain, he tugged me follow through door. Painfully standing, I reluctantly trudged after. Descending loft-ladder, he beckoned me along carpeted corridor. We entered into large handsomely decorated room. He sat with silver goblet in left-hand on black leather settee in front of book shelved walls. With slight gesture of head, my guide let chain go and sat in armchair beneath portrait. I stood helpless as he looked into me. Seconds heavily fell as shivering I ached. With slight movement of his menacing eyes, he directed me to window. I walked to large window and stood in amazement too confusion; busy below lay O’Connell bridge. Shaking mind I looked beyond to see the’Spire like some giant silver steel steak, a monstrous thing to ant like creatures that milled about it. Tormented. It slow dawned on me that this maybe his way of showing these sights, the’Liffey mirroring sky too buildings, O’Connell bridge and street buzzing with revellers, for my last time. I turned head slow towards settee expecting to find that cold sneer etched on his dead features. He was gone. Looking hurriedly around, guffaws from his assistant caught attention. He sat giddy trembling, a shaking finger pointed, my eyes followed until they rested on a raven perched atop bookshelves peering into me. It’s head slow moved hypnotic in motion all the while holding gaze. Numbed I stood in this nightmare, wondering outcome whilst crying within for divine intervention. With flutter of wings, his assistant fell silent as raven swooped to appear menacing as he before me. Smiling deathly, he slowly ungloved. You! Would desecrate me. He flexed bony fingers; from somewhere on night sounds of Thin Lizzy carried, “I think I‘m fallin to pieces…”
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Sunday, April 19, 2009 00:58
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Category: Writing and Poetry
bad sheep Patrick Benignus Bennett copyrighted ba ba bad sheep have ya a half ounce of wool yeah man yeah man three ships full.... oh wait naw, not three lost one to storm on sea lost one to customs too ya see that leaves me with.. emm.. aw right have a ship full left what ya want, a half ounce wool, no prob man… and don't forget… if ya haven't enough for a woolly hat… ya know were the ba ba bad sheep is at right --------------------------------------------- SHADOW Patrick Benignus Bennett copyrighted I am shadow, of this place I am shadow, of this time I am shadow, of mind --------------------------------------------------- home, to roost Patrick Benignus Bennett copyrighted The war came home to roost this day No longer that vivid long distance news/entertainment War came home, to roost --------------------------------------- Façade Patrick Benignus Bennett copyrighted You façade chirpiness, and Buddy-up for public show, yet You know ease of deception, subtle Placed chosen words to instil, a doubt No matter no foundation, no matter Consequences on innocent; just As long as your way is paved; and on you chirpy go, deeper To your delusions of normality; Deeper To your delusions..ignorance of Spirituality; and On you… continue…. “unaffected” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------
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Saturday, April 11, 2009 23:56
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Take a Walk Patrick Benignus Bennett copyrighted
Took walk down smoke alley, formerly
Henry street; now, like industrial age smoke stacks billowing, staggered
Grey waste bins ashtray tops release steady stealth smoke stream into passing crowds
Two dudes skillful blow ancient instrument from far away land, toss coins and halt to listen, admire Assorted peoples nationalities classes in constant side-stepping; and a regular One of Fagan’s sits sleep slumped with foam cup
How many, associate this time With chocolate treats Who is winning in that smybolic department Advertisers or God
Store competition, guess how many eggs in perspex cabinet Life competition, is there humankind solution that could keep it altogether
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Sunday, March 29, 2009 00:30
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Category: Writing and Poetry
City Sale Patrick Benignus Bennett copyrighted
Jazz sextet of international flavouring , outside prominent store captured Attention of Saturday passers-by; a plump elderly man, lime hoodie protrudes overcoat Danced old man shuffle, while young Bleached spiked punk-rocker tartan trousers leather jacket and chains, jived His doc martins in front of easterly biting March wind halted crowd- with smile passed I
The city’s on sale! 20% to 50% off just about everything, jobs included!
Another march marched through this March, shuffled feet Huddled frightened, placards banners of economic outcast For awhile twas a blast, couldn’t last Of now; to weep too weep, jobless sheep
Still, old man shuffle Punk jivin jazz Didn’t cost a dime
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Tuesday, March 24, 2009 19:49
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Category: Writing and Poetry
So, if he wasn’t Patrick Benignus Bennett copyrighted So, if he wasn’t ’blue-eyed; light hair colour; white skin… What… If he was, ’brown-eyed; dark hair; brown skin’; If he was, ’brown-eyed; dark hair; black skin’; or Mongolian or Oriental appearance; or None of these or combination of all or some; Other Does it really make any difference? Does appearance in anyway alter the message?
Did eye colour lessen frustration felt at the greed which harmed others? Did hair colour lessen anger felt at the suffering caused in profit’s..prophet’s name Did colour of skin lessen the sting of ridicule directed at?; or The sting of whip upon skin? Did any such description prevent suffering? So, if he wasn’t…? Does it in anyway… alter the message??? ----------------------------------------------------
Easter Thought
Patrick Benignus Bennett copyrighted
hammer to nail through wood, table made
hammer to nail through wood, chair made
hammer to nail through wood; cross created take to hand crude hammer take to hand crude hammer take to other metal-shaft nail take to other metal-shaft nail
while arm stretched and lashed
rough grubby hands pin down
hammer to nail through wood
take to other metal-shaft nail
while arm stretched and lashed
rough grubby hands hold down
hammer to nail through wood
was it so
that dark clouds in blue sky gathered
was it so
that thunder roared lightening strike
was it so
that winds rose strong to howl
was it so
that ground beneath trembled
was it so
out of reason
lash feet to wood
take to hand
metal-shaft nail
while feet held
hammer to nail
through wood
on ropes pull to raise
hammer-in base wedges
secured!
Crucified
Risen
Yean
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If one colour, be your blood sister-brother Then all colours, be your cell sister-brother All peoples akin If in doubt, pride swallow, reach out Instead feed human wants, feed spiritual need Instead verbal negative, tongue hold, pray silent Each temptation overcome, will Strengthen spiritual self Each temptation overcome, payment within, too spiritual Each harm done, will Revisit, within; circle Each harm done, will Revisit, some generation --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
it is said!; "the road to Hell, is paved with good intentions"; it is also said!; "Power corrupts..." And so to my mind view: Patrick Benignus Bennett There are some who are unable to hear these statements; the paving with good intentions of the road to hell; is referring to interference in other peoples lives, without invite. Feeling the need to input directions that were not requested and/or making decisions without prior discussion with said person. This then in turn leads to conflict within relationships of all types and at all levels; family, partner, work and so forth. It is this unnecessary uncalled for interference that is the relationship road into a hell of conflict; that can be acted out through, backbiting; one-upmanship; silent resentment; hidden revenge; and at times verbal conflict; and physical conflict. And all because one was impatient to be heard or asked for advice/assistance and/or felt left out of a situation [that may have nothing to do with them in the first place] and/or just feels the need within self to be included; even if that inclusion paves the path to relationship(s) breakdown. AND SO... to my mind view... "power corrupts", does not necessarily mean, (though it has/does bring about financial corruption), the taking of self-ordained rewards. In its essence it means... that the mindset of those at any level, that hold a position of authority over another person(s) is vulnerable to their own minds making them believe that due to "title" held, that they are in some way superior humans to those they have a position of authority over; be they... supervisors; managers; charge-hands; foreperson; politicians; state heads; or any of the numerous cross-religious divides titles; and it is within these minds that the power (real or perceived) has the ability to corrupt that mind. Which in turn, corrupts their relationships with others; and can lead to the road to relationship too personal Hell. Time for my mind to pop-down; be well; give someone a hug! ========================================= [ Saint Bernard of Clairvaux (1091-1153), as "Hell is full of good intentions or desires." (http://www.samueljohnson.com/road.html)] =============================================== "Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." Origin: This arose as a quotation by Lord Acton in a letter to Bishop Mandell Creighton in 1887: William Pitt the Younger, The Earl of Chatham and British Prime Minister from 1766 to 1778, is sometimes wrongly attributed as the source. He did say something similar though, in a speech to the UK House of Lords in 1770: "Unlimited power is apt to corrupt the minds of those who possess it"
http://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/288200.html
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And finally, some old philosophy that is much needed today... In ancient Greece (469 - 399 BC), Socrates was widely lauded for his wisdom. One day the great philosopher came upon an acquaintance, who ran up to him excitedly and said, "Socrates, do you know what I just heard about... (other person(s))???,"
"Wait a moment," Socrates replied. "Before you tell me, I'd like you to pass a little test. It's called the Test of Three." "Test of Three?" "That's correct," Socrates continued. "Before you talk about...(other person(s)) let's take a moment to test what you're going to say. The First test is Truth. Have you made absolutely sure that what you are about to tell me is true?" "No," the man/woman replied, "actually, I just heard about it." "All right," said Socrates. "So you don't really know if it's true or not. Now let's try the Second test, the test of Goodness. Is what you are about to tell me about...(other person(s))???, is it something good?" "No, on the contrary..." "So," Socrates continued, "you want to tell me something bad about...(other person(s))???, even though you're not certain it's true?" The man/woman shrugged, a little embarrassed. Socrates continued, "You may still pass though, because there is a Third test—the filter of Usefulness. Is what you want to tell me about...(other person(s))???, going to be useful to me?" "No, not really..." "Well," concluded Socrates, "if what you want to tell me is neither True nor Good nor even Useful, why tell it to me at all?" The man..woman was defeated and ashamed and said no more. This is one of the reasons Socrates was a great philosopher and held in such high esteem. ----------------------------------------------AND REMEMBER
"...Do not use harmful words, but only helpful words, the kind that build-up and provide what is needed, so that what you say will do good to those who hear you..." {}JESUS{} Son of God!!!.............
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Saturday, March 14, 2009 20:24
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Oh Hear oh hear… That’s it just listen… this is not About being shinny or wanting to glisten Oh hear oh hear just do that thing, that most difficult thing That’s it, shush… Listen There ya go.. the pressure is off, no need for reply nor opinion You have been freed from that prison, so, sit yee back and listen, for The Saint of our patronage known to us as Patrick, gave to us the following wisdom... Along with some words of me own;-} Happy St Patrick’s day and Easter Spiritual well being upon you!+! -------------------------------------------------------- THE CONFESSION (Citizen of the Roman Empire 400 A.D.) "I am Patrick, a sinner, the most unlearned of men, the lowliest of all the faithful, utterly worthless in the eyes of many…"(St Patrick) Patrick’s Poem For A Saint Patrick Benignus Bennett copyrighted Patrick I am; stumbled I On this green green land Lush shamrock carpet Damp drizzle downpour Souls to be found, too guide Here in this glistening green land By day roam, by night rest Toss turn damp earth By strange sounds awake I’m kept An eerie noise, kind of whisper
Tiredness drapes; coldness Creeps along spine, shiver Feel of slime Staff wield Hear creatures squeal Scream their appeal Their death I feel Kneel now to pray As creatures learn to obey, and Flee this land, this Glistening green green land This my Ireland Patrick I am Some say, saint; a man ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- CHRIST IN OTHERS Christ the lowly and meek, Christ the all-powerful, Be in the heart of each to whom I speak, In the mouth of each who speaks to me, In all who draw near me, Or see me, or hear me! (St Patrick) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- THE PROTECTING GOD Lord be with us this day, Within us to purify us; Above us to draw us up; Beneath us to sustain us; Before us to lead us; Behind us to restrain us; Around us to protect us. (St Patrick) Snake-Man Cometh Patrick Benignus Bennett copyrighted A gathering there be, annual jubilee Multi-coloured multi-cultural multi-nation celebration The man with standard; Snake-Man cometh Mythical too cleanse land, cast-out Silent slippery creatures. Roman extract too Irish Detainee Sold to herds tend; on Slemish mountain Years in six herded by, till that time, young Patrick Fled captives and this land Among riotous raiders manoeuvred he through Gaul, Italy and Islands of Tyrrhenian sea, before once more encountering Boulogne, that Home once he knew; now laid before in ruins Continuous Patrick did trek till among relatives of Britain found welcome rest Winds fair and fierce blew through seasons, as leaves Transformed; book leafs of knowledge transformed youthful Mind to manhood reasons ’Twas then the Word did come A vision; the letter bearer, Victor Delivered message; made it known, from distant wood Many Voclut voices of far away Western sea called as one, for Patrick to return; "We ask you, boy, come and walk once more among us." The captive boy whom had fled, once more returned In freedom, as spiritual guide to some who once were captors Anew, land roam too discover, people ignorance dwelt Bounty to convert, within, blessed spiritual home ’I be Christ’s man in this land’ Together roam this harsh green land Where brutes of pagan hold throne; too Mythical cause creature across sea flee Cleanse peoples, teach be free Roam ravaged lands, cry out I am channel for Christ Jesus, come be spiritually free, with Him Fear not dark forces within or about, His light guides free Roam ravaged lands, cry out O yee vile creatures flee this land Be gone your symbolic fear Be gone your poisonous infectious ways Be gone your forked-tongue Cast yee out of God’s land, that His peoples will grow strong, without Erosion from your vile song Oh yee vile creatures flee His land. Cities towns villages outposts World-streets This day yearly through festivities greet all Combined colourful cultural efforts join with Snake-Man Celebrate part message heard Snake be gone, alas, infection held long Corruption’s fangs sunk spiritual; representatives Projected, pontificated diluted deluded belief of ’titled’ ’truth’ talkers Cold blooded, minds, slip-slide snake vain corridors
O yee vile legged-creatures you must flee this land Be gone your symbolic fear Be gone your poisonous infectious ways Be gone your forked-tongue Cast yee out of God’s land, that His peoples may grow strong, without Erosion of your vile song O yee vile creatures flee this land This glistening green green land. Flee. Jubilee, jubilation Patrick cometh Celebration celebrate too foreign shores voices roar Rejoice rejoice worldly peoples yearly gather Ah’sure carousal Snake-Man cometh Cities towns villages outposts World-streets This day yearly through festivities greet each; Other Rock’on Rock’on St Patrick rock on…. There is then, school of thought that sayeth Our Patrick be not Saint; that Blessed Patrick he be And that, thought school would have focus on, the title Instead the message; think’on think’on The Snake-Man, Blessed, Saint, Patrick, think on and on.... THE PROTECTION OF CHRIST Christ as a light, Illumine and guide me! Christ as a shield overshadow and cover me! Christ be under me! Christ be over me! Christ be beside me, on left hand and right! Christ be before me, behind me, about me! Christ, this day, be within and without me! (St Patrick) ---------------------------------------------------------
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Sunday, March 08, 2009 02:17
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Dubland Patrick Benignus Bennett copyrighted Streets reflect downpour Shadows’ sleeping-bag huddled in shop door No more no more Stroll through historic glass panelled door Sit, too have Eastern orientated approach Latte apple-pie with cream; rare Saturday Observe, as he too she manoeuvre for optimal position He; grave looking longhaired hard lived features She; above knee cleavage reveal short crop, shapely Unusual attire for photographer, and Three in fusion, guitar bass vocal, venue rock Gusting rain, taxi’s ‘for hire’ stretch as wagon-train up narrow road Signal to halt, hug friend goodnight, drive off. Journey home He tells, notice eye turn, of crazies in phoenix Arizona, last year Streets reflect downpour Shadows’ sleeping-bag huddled in shop door
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Monday, February 23, 2009 22:21
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Category: Writing and Poetry
That I Patrick Benignus Bennett copyrighted Symbolism; suffering; sign Of cross Symbolic of Complacency, maybe Compassion Can sign cross For numerous reasons Pass church, ambulance siren, misfortune Good fortune, death news, near misses, for a winner For job, for better job, for better boss(es), leaders, for better through worse and beyond… Can sign cross, can sign cross sign cross… Symbolism: through fable Once upon some two and more thousand years gone-by Some say there came an almighty boy child cry, that reverberated across the planet An altering wailing that was to bring about As child grew to boyhood through adolescence to manhood, encountered he inner conflict As dutiful to Mother and tradesman guardian, he toiled trade whilst gnawing bid seek Deeper journeyed, until conflict stilled Darkness about eased for those who tread his footsteps Or so the’story goes once upon some two and more thousand years gone-by Orators then and since have retold, BEHOLD! Behold boy child, behold man that is not of mankind Behold water walker; water to wine illusionist, behold What has been lost on Time’ journey What has been misrepresented by orators ego jaunts, what What is not being heard Why do party tricks overshadow achievement the’Message! Why do listeners become enamored with orator and not the’Subject Journey two thousand and more, that I Can sign cross
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Sunday, February 22, 2009 21:35
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Category: Writing and Poetry
I am, Flea Patrick Benignus Bennett copyrighted I am flea, stealthily Landed upon knee Seconds remain, as Life drains from me What a time you chose, to Close legs, crushing me O’ to be a bee, honey heavy buzzing pollinating as I go without a care to show O’ to be a bee; Alas, now seconds run out, after your crush on me.
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Thursday, February 12, 2009 23:49
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Say, Aaaawwwww, now do it with sound effect Aaaawwww, Thanks, If your in a similar position to me, you'll can console self when you awake on Saturday by saying, sure its nearly Sunday- If out and about Saturday, remember when you awake Sunday the consequences are yours to face (alone, or not) and remember there are good consequences too, and I'm not on about the morning after pill So on with the show, I promise you nowth, but a mixed or mixed-up bag of O'Valentine, or, Ooohhh Valentine at least I thought of you Hugs Patrick O’ Valentine Patrick Benignus Bennett copyrighted Soft stamp on paper concrete Reality entwined fantasy Motionless searching, encounters Fall hard amid soft surrounds Tips slow over Familiarising mapping, emphasizing Absence Deep within forest as snow wind stings Wolf howls Out there, in dark damp corner Counting coins; clinging to bottle as Easterly wind bites, loneliness No longer recognises, self
Distract the’Distracted Patrick Benignus Bennett copyrighted Awaken to morn; thought struggle to rise Momentarily close eyes search inspiration Roll rise to wade through minutes’ filled hours towards Time for dwell Greet those encounter too chat in spurts, whilst Hope, none allow their petty intrude thoughts of you pretty Distract the’distracted self on repetitive countdown beneath concealed frown Freedom comes in minor ways for granted taken most days Rewards revealed; cloaked with fabrics colours styles scents
Twilight walk, fingers tip, telepathic talk Temperature decrease heightens awareness Light diminishes, familiar comfortable alters Shadows silhouettes eerie causes closer come Awakened to; Time For dwell.
Wait, wait in, waiting Patrick Benignus Bennett copyrighted Wait, wait in, waiting Pass, pass-by, passer-by If wait in waiting long enough You'll come by, maybe You'll pass, pass-by, without Knowing what lies in, waiting Wait!, no!, Carry-on-by No invitation, no premonition, just Hope in wane through waiting, too Times hope in rising, maybe That's coffee effect; always
Return to waiting, with me Wait in me, wait, some time You'll come by, maybe You'll chirpy 'hello' Smile Is that yours, for all, or, does it Hold extra chirp for me, maybe Its just this coffee Wait! wait in Waiting The Kiss Patrick Benignus Bennett copyrighted Warm; Wet; Caress Soul state in undress Passion, grow, empower Rock to, and fro Soft; Silken Surrender I to Moistness; Astound me Sensual Lips; Around me Impound; Pound me Deprave; Enslave me Tongue touch; hot Snake, in its slot Gyrate; Grind Sensuality's hot-spot Humbled; within Wetness a little death Not so tragic Moistness O' so velvety magic Surrender I To silkiness Humbled within a little death Awaken Beautiful Sensual You
Stroll through Patrick Benignus Bennett copyrighted it biblically sayeth, man should not be alone, nor woman spinsterhood; Sure, when since has man too woman biblically lived tis Spring; yes it is Spring ah rebirth; beautiful blooms fragrances; ah yes season scents mating chirps; ahh chirpy creatures call brightness; stretched out days walk gardens escape greyness; stroll with muse through gardens breathe deep; release sigh smile passers-by; nod passers-by, wonder in wander hands easy down sides… which appears less concerned ?… hands in pockets or out; maybe one in with other out skin sun warm, inner too outer glow; clouds slow drift; could rain later, for some lust sap rising for later lover; wonder any good programmes on this night ah yes Spring stroll through Summer; thoughts of how long Halloween love this, place, it is beautiful thank you Lord Stroll, rush-hour home; think on what it is, too biblically live…
The’Liffey Patrick Benignus Bennett copyrighted you stand, silent taking-in view I sit; watch; my view the’Liffey… easy flow how many scenes does it know how many souls does it truly hold receding Time companion easy summertime flow how many of my scenes oh, you know in all routes… ya’know Liffey flow to join Mersey flow Shannon blend Niger flow Lee for Mississippi join, too Nile white and blue in join with that Liffey flow… with every lap on every breath o Liffey that knows not my name; nor your name that water has never cold caressed my skin and yet, in outreaching caress of other locations, has enfolded me with waters far-off warm; and home’s cold caress that scene of mine by heart, it knows my non-reaching caress knows the name Time companion never will You flow silent easy nomad’s land couple easy chat; while you You unchecked continue Your caress, as gentle Summer breeze around flows this day, there are no gulls to music give my scene; silent know Silent-by… distant… easy with… flow…. ya’know like butterfly wings Patrick Benignus Bennett copyrighted butterfly wings fluttering nipples lips slow travel, until tongue-tip dips bellybutton.. pause In pleasure dwell, before journey to entrance of moist cavern, wherein probe, as snake through grass let fingers hair lock, raise hips too greet, that soft moan becomes gasp and slow rhythm is frenzy lost it is not, about humankind survival it is two, coming to be rhythmic as waves that lap gentle, too rise-up arch crash white foamed against tempestuous terrain recede in gentle breath carry away carry away over time and space carry away, together woven recede in gentle breath with you, gentle breathe Let Us Patrick Benignus Bennett copyrighted Listen; a tear Feeling; bare Walk with me; awhile Let us come to know Let us journey; awhile Let us bask, and comfort Through changing weathers Take my hand; awhile Let us, listen too; talk with Together walk, hands, awhile.
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Sunday, January 25, 2009 21:17
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Category: Writing and Poetry
request Patrick Benignus Bennett copyrighted
surely an angel voice, Pie over mind washes, Jesu maketh heart warm, Requiem tear too did dwell, sootheth soul ghostly white orbit between slab towers radiant mist soft surrounds full bloom unseen, from balcony, pup yelps an angel surely close-by hovers time reflective; time too humble talk to one who shines all bright. Barren landscape, now snowy; paws flop prints howls to moon guidance sought what wood felt?; was it willow that wept beneath as blood deep did seep as head hung on chest; did bright eyes gaze, robin redbreast did Thee, last hear songbird; rejoice a gift; humbly returned Requiem, Pie Jesu, humbly Lord, for your flight Thank you!
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Sunday, January 18, 2009 20:31
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Of Human, Conscious Patrick Benignus Bennett copyrighted Death awaits, and I, await death Within, unaware of ill Conscious of human Subtle subversive method of wear down Say “Hi” to manipulate minds’ cry Policies; there’s a policy… Policy… that should declare We lack, Common Sense Communication ability, lacking Spiritual honesty, lip service So, suspicion; policy; conflict, we instigate Death awaits, and I, await death
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