Ben Gieske Poems

A gift
......... is not a gift
..................until accepted
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Snuggled in a cocoon en plein air sur terre
Safe from the predator, en plein air sur terre

Nestled in the hubris near the adder’s tongue
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How often you visit museums to view the masterpieces of all those artists of long ago, sit on a tour bus and do not see that lady sitting there, framed with painted face and eyelids shaded cum sfumato, her hair curled with such as those of Leonardo. Ecco her eyes when she smiles.
How often you sit at a restaurant table and blink on pass the flowers dazzling their colors and shouting Van Gogh’s hello with the tableware so neatly arranged side by side and flowered napkin. You did not make to notice.
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The Old Lady who lived in the shoe never had any
even though they cost only a penny.
You can always see her big, fat toes
no matter where it is she goes.
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Be God large or small?
Small I think or else how
can s/he be everywhere
and not for any to see.
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BREAD OF LIFE

flour and water (Where can we meet?)
Rising with yeast (Shall we dance?)
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You claim my birth.
Why do I call you mother?

when your earthquakes rumble and shake the earth
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What color do you see
or is it what you believe?

I see a horse blue
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new lazy boy
his idea
of home improvement
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sunset -
as colors edge the sky,
the last twitters of birds
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