i say damn you, old Sol

"rage, rage against the dying of the light" Photo: Deborah Klein-deJong i say damn you, old Sol how could you paint us all in late summer's gold then just snatch it away and then ship it down South you've abandoned us leaves forsaken the forest it's November, it's dark and we're damp and we're cold … Continue reading i say damn you, old Sol

She Sang my Body Electric

Use this media player if you'd like to hear the poem. ~~ for lovers everywhere ~~ she sang my body electric whenher teenaged hazel eyes caught minea thousand sparks electrifyingmy glowing soul and joyful heartshe stole my breath, gave me a startthat breezy April morning whileon sandy shores of Passion Islewe sailed our kites among … Continue reading She Sang my Body Electric

Swimming Lessons

having almost drowned inseductive, opaque pools oftoxic relationshipshidden withinjungles of codependencyI feared I could no longer swim desperate for a way outI stumbled throughdark thickets of uncertaintyfound an icyriver of avoidancedonned a fear preserverplunged in andfloated downstream pastmissed opportunities until one daythe forest released its gripmy river of avoidance endedand I met you your soul … Continue reading Swimming Lessons

The Angry Giant Zucchini

I hate you my little brother and sister zukes you're so cute, tidy, green, unblemished you seduce the gardeners winking your stupid orange blossoms whispering "Pick me! Pick me!" and then, enchanted, they'll carefully pluck you gently hold you slowly turn you around smiling, admiring cooing as if youโ€™re some kind of newborn baby โ€œLook … Continue reading The Angry Giant Zucchini

Farewell, 007

alas, we've lost Sean ConneryThe Man Who Would be Bondepitome of braveryhe was well-brained and brawned by trading on his handsome lookshe'd bed a bonny lassand then he'd go and vanquish crooksand do it with such class when Bond would chase bad guys with zealGoldfinger... Dr No...it wasn't long before we'd feelthe thrills and humour … Continue reading Farewell, 007

El Diablo, Tailor of White Curtains

my eyes closed, and thenafter minutes, or maybe hoursfrom deep within my silent mindfrom behind gossamer, silken curtains the colour of fallen snow...faded by the yearsshe reappearedand her heavenly gazecaressed my weary souland her velvet embracewrapped me in anticipationand she drew me towards herand we joined, delightfully, once again my eyes opened, and aloneupon my … Continue reading El Diablo, Tailor of White Curtains

I Can’t Breathe, Momma…

~ for George Floyd ~ breathing how miraculous! ever-present, reliable, obedient quietly keeping us all alive inhale, exhale, inhale exhale rhythmical, dependable feeding us with life-giving oxygen removing carbon dioxide in and out, in and out in and out I can't breathe... Momma!... Momma!... I can't... breathe... I'm... through... .... ... .. . Dear George … Continue reading I Can’t Breathe, Momma…

Supermarket Swingers

Six hunky, well-ripened avocados, nine hot young chilies and three smartly-pressed cloves of garlic seeking fresh, fragrant shallots and tart, juicy lemons for discreet, no-strings-attached Cuisinart group encounters in an upscale kitchen in Layville's desirable Tenderloin district.We're pepper-friendly and love salty humour. You're chill, GMO-free, at least 18 hours post-harvest, and willing to practise safe … Continue reading Supermarket Swingers

To Rhyme is Divine

dismissive champions of free verseare wont to scorn and even curseus bards who like our poems to rhymeas ignorant of thoughts sublimebut unlike bingeing on YouTuberhyme makes us solve a Rubik's cubenot plastic squares of red and yellowbut grey matter, like hardened jelloyes rhyming schemes can lead astraythe messages we thought we'd saybut hanging in … Continue reading To Rhyme is Divine

Galactic Diamonds

from deep within our laughing hearts we gathered the ancient winks of a million loving stars and the alchemist that is our passion melted them into diamonds which we threaded into a necklace of joy that encircles our common soul I will wear our gems with delight polish them with little surprises guard them with … Continue reading Galactic Diamonds

Ode to My Wheels

hey there, beautiful eyes! gorgeous, giant, round ringed by rubber eyeliner joined by steel tubes are you silently winking at me calling me seducing me yet again? you spin backwards counter-clockwise in invisible sockets dialing back my years you roll forwards chasing adventures pursuing discovery your spokes are two sets of eyelashes, fluttering at me … Continue reading Ode to My Wheels

A Love Sestina

~~ A Love Sestina ~~ the warmth of your sweet love does fill my yearning heart it burns within our kiss and sparkles in your smile such that the flow of time is gently put on hold together we will hold a crucible of love we'll stir it over time and forge a common heart … Continue reading A Love Sestina

Finally Learning to Fly

by Paul Raworth Bennett many years ago under sunny skies as a young eagle who hadn't learned to fly I watched with fascination another eagle, high overhead, soaring the blue commanding the thermals he landed before me offered a fresh-caught salmon which I devoured his eyes called my name instantly, we were friends idolizing this … Continue reading Finally Learning to Fly

Cranial Creativity Clash

Free verse -that humble, naked love child ofpermission and freedom -gets to happily explorehuge fields of ideas andvast oceans of expression.On the job, it delights in just doodling,and usually creates colourful works of art. Rhythm and rhyme -the clever, smartly-dressed spawn ofperfection and control -are doomed to struggle inswamps of semantics andgrammar jails.Behind a desk, … Continue reading Cranial Creativity Clash

The Man I Admire

๐Ÿ™‚ To hear this poem, use the player below. ๐Ÿ™‚ by Paul Raworth Bennett I'm a middle-aged man who has learned over time Just what makes people tick, their rhythm and rhyme More than anyone else thereโ€™s a man I admire So I thought Iโ€™d describe him in case you inquire Well the first thing … Continue reading The Man I Admire

Anticipation

๐Ÿ™‚ To hear this poem, use the player below ๐Ÿ™‚ Anticipationby Paul Raworth Bennett brown glassy eyesthe unblinking gazeof adorationof infinite trustof pure til-death-do-us-part black button nosemoist, ready, twitching(just a little) pink tongue, spring-loadedwith a fusillade of kisses(and barely visible) eighteen pounds ofwarm, woolly,buff-coloured lovequietly perched atopfour floppy legs leaning forwardprimed for actionwaiting for the … Continue reading Anticipation

Private MacPhee

By Paul Raworth Bennett ~ for brave soldiers everywhere ~ He was a kind and loyal friend Who hailed from clan MacPhee And all the boys were jealous โ€˜cause He loved his girl Marie A lock of hair from her he kept Within a tiny box And in his heart were memories of Their kiss … Continue reading Private MacPhee

Dwindling in the Downtown Eastside

๐Ÿ™‚ To hear this poem, use the player below. ๐Ÿ™‚ large, littered, lonely fieldsoiled, sodden, sagging tentscursed, chaotic, chemical prisonshuddled desperately onpatchy grass and mud,lit by yellow flickersunder shaking fingerschasing the dragonbitter, brutal windicy, drenching rainthere but for thegrace of Godgo I - Paul Raworth Bennett