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Color this world a better place
where lavish evergreens run wild

Open wide with sustaining grace
the mighty gates of freedom

Liberating her green hills in haste
with the passionate thrill of release

Stand and give
a starving world a better taste
of vibrance it so desperately needs

Be the seeds
of hope
and cloud on the day of rain
captivate a dried earth
from her barren pains

Be a solid rainbow
after the storm
in primary wisdom
illuminate the norm

Color this world
a better place

Stand up
give it a better taste
of vibrance

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Color me black
and let me dance
effortlessly
with the night

Color me bold
with a sea of massive blue
and observe
unfathomed mysteries
unfold

Color me gold
and bright as day
striking fields
in soft array
like rampant child

Color me smooth
in fashionable satin
sheets
color me worthwhile
with pomp and style

THE KERNEL OF ME

 

Make me a blueberry

of bite size

insignificant

hue

 

Or an extract

of soy

essence of the bean

digested by you

 

If perhaps

unpalatable plain yogurt

I’d be sweetened by you

 

Or if a walnut retained whole

please crack me all the way through

 

Unto the incredible

edible kernel

of

me

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Old Man Jack (edit)

Old man Jack

lays his toil to rest

settles his troubles

then expands his chest

and

sprays

his thought in muse

secluded

away

happily

simmering

in the wayward back country

tucked astray in his haggard old shack

set in ruins

His vibrant old mind 

still a little cracked

but keen as a whip

 thwarts the decay

nagging atrophy

encompassing him

He sits

in silence basked in solitude

with pen in hand

mortar in the other

builds his peace

letters his soul

to the wind

pens his pain

commands the ink

then and again

imports his joy in prose

to the page

flows his sorrow

runs his rage in verse

whether blessing or curse

until the end

when heart runs dry

the ink subsides

and his old story

is

finished

 

 

 

Copyright ©  2014

Benjamin Thomas

Spice to Sweet

I used to be
a homegrown
red hot chili pepper;
spice laden,
and full of zing.

Now I’m stately dressed
in modish blue indigo suit;
antioxidant rich,
and so preciously sweet
as blueberry fruit.

Precious Sage

A wise man
eventually
cherry-picks his wisdom
from the choice vine
Becomes antiquated
fruitful
flavored rich
as precious sage wine over time

He flourishes
with wings
steadfastly
in the soft pitter patter
rhythm of the rain

Steams hot
an old faithful engine
treading forthrightly
and hauling like a train

ILL GARDENER

Together let’s stand;
against the war on our trees,
lest we siphon nature’s life-breath,
and seize her breeze.

Together let’s stand,
not cutting down our own trees.
Do we yet misunderstand?
With all the pomp and high degrees?

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