Ben Gieske Poems

“to the comets that missed this place
in their hot pursuit of infinity.”
From “Postcard from Lisbon”,
a poem by Joseph Brodsky
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a morning breaking
a dawn awakening
quite suddenly
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Martin Luther King was not a king.
He did not have horses, a crown, or anything.
He preached a lot and had a dream
Of everybody eating ice cream.
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(Painting by Mitchell Tolle, Berea, KY)

Grace, so young with eyes beyond your years,
Your face shows no tears or fears.
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George Washington had a three-cornered hat.
It was black and on a chair it sat
In which Mrs. George Washington wanted to sit.
There she sat and had quite a fit.
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the sun
streaking its blush
across the dawning sky
bleak winter morn
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Can we think of anything sweet and not think of sugar?
There are just two many things that remind us of sugar.

We all have inner pulsing passions for pleasures of a sugarland.
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........................Empty
..............forgotten, forsaken
..sighing, wanting, resting, opening
mindless, thoughtless, sealed, sated
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Reciting my Pater Noster
at the post of my bed
was not but a Vater Unser
as so many have said.
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