Ben Gieske Poems

I must confess a certain ambivalence
concerning my intentions, when clearly,
I do not vision the connection between
my “place of agency” and my inner spaces.
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...........Grandma
spreading the angel hair
...........Grandpa
......placing the star
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like a bird
we can dream and
fly alone
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He slips into her office and
settles in a chair comfortably
while she cuddles the phone to her ear attentively.
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I smell the autumn leaves a burnin'
and see the lazy smoke arisin'
across the valley it's a spreadin'.
I love this hazy, lazy feelin'.
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There is no time for nerves
when striking out beyond
the farthest moon where
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The funerary arts of the ancients
hold for us mystery
How they groomed their dead
for the after-journey
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around the farm pond
no one wonders more except
one bird in the tree
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Karl Shapiro, “..the proper response to a
work of art is joy, even hilarity.”

I
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early spring
so many robins
worrying the worms
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