Biography of Ben Gieske
I live in Bowling Green, Kentucky. As a former teacher, preacher, program director and grant writer, words have always occupied my time and efforts. I find poetry a challenge providing needed brain activity, enjoyment, and satisfaction. I hope to add to someone else's enjoyment as well. Some of my poems were published in Words Words Words; moonset THE NEWSPAPER, and HaikuWorld. Others will be published in foam: e, poetic hours, Pink Chameleon, Language and Culture, and The Tangled Web.
Ben Gieske Poems
“nude Descending A Staircase”
____nothing glamorous, a lady _____ walking down the stairs
A Falling Leaf
A FALLING LEAF In the multitude between the cacophonies
- Today -
(inspired by John Latham's art, 'The N-U Niddrie Heart') I awoke in a stream of rays, laid my Pregnant Survivor’s Manual
A Mouse (Haiku)
moon shadow the little gray mouse edges toward the cheese
are like water ..............in a stream endlessly flowing
A Crack In The Mirror
Mirror, mirror on the wall, Where are you hiding me? That face is not the one I recall. It’s not the me I seem to be.
***her Spirited Smile
(dedicated to Meggie Gultiano) deep from within arises from a flaming core
- Each Day A Rising Sun (Sestina)
Ev’ry morning we glory to see the sun breakfast the day with its yolk of golden ways when birds are happiest to sing their songs. What is new is sure to get our welcome
A Butterfly Day
........................It’s a butterfly day. ...............Not yet what color can I say. .................The rain has just subsided.
- Leaves (Thread)
under the dogwood leaves cover a cat’s grave
- Lonely Walk Home
(painting by Dennis Sheehan) As the sun silently slips behind a clump of trees, saying goodbye to its day-long spent energy
- - - - In Awe Of Blue
This morning the sun spattered the world with blue Skies and from their resting places the winds blew In reply. Now around us we see blue jays,
- The Sunshine Of My Life (Etheree)
you sunshine to my face your warmth I feel
A Tower Of Power
We will build a tower With unbridled spring-water attitudes Flowing with fires of charity For all the suffering multitudes
O Roma, O Roma
O Roma, O Roma!
Still under your spell
I remember you well
and all your aroma.
O potions of Chianti
Propelling my feet
O sweet dreams
Cobwebbing your streets