Angel Named Ben Poem by Hazel Durham

Angel Named Ben

Rating: 4.8


Deepest ocean like a wild, wayward child,
Tantrums unleashed, no mercy on a virgin beach,
The last take the director shouts 'Cut' calmness is within reach,
Of her need to teach her children the lessons she has learnt in life,

But to always remind them that the world is still a peach,
Juicy, ripe bursting with energy and zest,
Like the mighty waves on a virgin beach,
To enlighten them their journey will not be a test,

Her past hides in secret coves and sandy dunes,
Where overhead seagulls cries are heard and her inner screams,
She sings lonely ballads and lonely tunes,
Her suffering was a reality of coming from a broken home,

Where her heartbeats were always fast as she stood alone,
Silence was her writing a poem,
Emotions bleeding angrily from her pen,
Then she met an Angel his name is Ben,

His eyes adores her and his love admires her courage of surviving her broken past,
They sail on the deepest ocean with a steadfast mast,
To erase the horrors of her shocking past,
Love has entered and is winning across the finishing line faithfully fast.

Sunday, June 4, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Marie Shine 04 June 2017

Unconditional love heals all the hurt we experience in life, it erases the scars to near invisibility. I love how the talented poetess depicts this in the poem in the final stanza. The heartache of the past now in the past where it belongs, with the door firmly closed so it cannot escape and enter into the present moment in time to wreak havoc on it. The visual arrangement in this superbly crafted poem is simply stunning and the story of the past and the present are very finely narrated through excellent word choice. Dear Hazel, you are a supreme word sculptor and this poem is a beautiful work of art! Gratitude with blessings for sharing...

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Susan Williams 04 June 2017

I love reading a poem and coming across a line that stops me in my tracks, picks me up, and sets me down in a different place from my desk. And that is exactly what happened here- - - - - - Her past hides in secret coves and sandy dunes, Where overhead seagulls cries are heard - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Oh, well done, Hazel, your pen can sketch a scene without a bunch of gaudy words and phrases. You used simple words to sculpt the scene and blast if I don't hear those seagulls. Well-done! ! !

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Valsa George 05 June 2017

To die to the past if it has been annoying and live in the present is the only way to be happy in life! When a new journey is begun through a smooth road, why go back to rugged tracks already left behind! Again she needn't sing lonely tunes...... but joyful duets...! Beautiful transition from a sorry past to a merry present!

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Chinedu Dike 12 November 2018

Fine and lofty rendition in verse with rhythmic splendour. Elegantly crafted in persuasive poetic expressions with artistic brilliance. Lovely and very passionate. Thanks for sharing Hazel.

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Yiyan Han 26 December 2017

in the deepest ocean of love the angel Ben is flying like dove

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Darren Woods 17 June 2017

Her past hides in secret coves and sandy dunes, Where overhead seagulls cries are heard and her inner screams, She sings lonely ballads and lonely tunes, Her suffering was a reality of coming from a broken home - that is a truly, beautifully, orchestrated verse which strikes a nerve with me, because that is me. well done; -)

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Unwritten Soul 17 June 2017

Thank you Ben for making Hazel a fresh rose again, to smile and to cheer whole garden...You better be a nice butterfly Ben :) because Hazel is always kind to people ;) . Well here is the real comment on your poem haha What a beautiful tribute who save you from dissolve in wandering mind, you are kind Hazel and of course people will keep you warm and safely and i am glad Ben do all for you. Hope the best for all of you :) :) :) Smile more then! ! :)

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Akhtar Jawad 05 June 2017

I love my past, painful but nice, too high was its price, my present I cannot sacrifice, it's not too costly and it's pleasant and nice.

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