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Friday, January 3, 2014

Life Trek

A shard of swift lightning
Broke through the sky.
Danced on the wet roof,
Then waved me good-bye.

Pounding pellets of rain
Stung my cheek bones,
Deep puddles were formed
Splashing off stones.

The downpour cleansed me,
Gave me pause to think.
How much more of life
Was there left to drink?

Another flash in the clouds
Snapped me out of my daze.
Doses of life’s potient
Are not meted in days.

When we weather no more
The thunderous night,
Life’s elixir runs dry,
We give up the fight.

So reach out and grab
The comet's crystal tail.
Hurl it back at the gods
And trek down life’s trail.

It’s the journey that counts
No matter the travail.
Face the jagged bolts
And you’re sure to prevail. 



- Bennie Bell


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- lifeslittleverses
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Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Squawk Radio

The airwaves are cluttered
With Squawk Radio.
Whether right or the left,
It’s a clown’s rodeo.

All started with Rushbo,
AM’s No. 1 Baby Huey.
If you listen long enough,
Sounds like a bunch of hooey.

He blurts with one hand
Tied behind his back.
But like Baby Huey
He’s just a Big Quack.

Gave rise to like squawkers
All ranting on air,
Spouting their pathos
And paranoid fare.

What is it that’s in us
Makes us tune in?
So uncertain ‘bout life
We crave dose of spin?

There’s much more to life,
It seems very clear,
Than hurting on others
Or playing on fear.

So tune out Squawk Radio,
Go tell Baby Huey
To tie back his tongue,
For he’s a lot of phooey.


- Bennie Bell


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- lifeslittleverses
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Saturday, December 7, 2013

Fish Story

We all have a story
‘Bout the one that got away.
Was at least a yard long.
Never a chance to weigh.

Got up close to the boat,
Took a glance at the bow.
Spit the hook in my face
And returned down below.

A fish story is much like
Miles per gallon for your car.
None ever make less than
What the Fed thinks is par.

But what would life be
Without truth being stretched
If only to the degree
It’s not too far-fetched.


- Bennie Bell

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Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Two Shots Heard About One

About one this morn
Two shots were heard.
Some folks thought
There might been a third.

A body was found
Slumped in a truck.
Witnesses said it was
A drug deal gone amok.

He was such a good boy,
Helped everyone.
Had a great smile.
Was a lot of fun.

Don’t know who would do
Such a thing on our block.
A quiet neighborhood
At around one o’clock.

If you've seen anything,
A person with gun,
The police have asked
That you call 911.

Or call Crime Stoppers,
423-9300.
You’ll remain anonymous,
In case you wondered.

If your tip leads us to
Arrest and indictment
You get five thousand
As our little present.

- Bennie Bell

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Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Six Brothers Had She

Six brothers had she
In a prior family.
Sister Cyril taught art
At Holy Rosary.

Probably was tomboy
Surrounded by guys.
Knew why young boys
Didn't like wearing ties.

In her 8th grade art class
She noted I would draw.
Had eye for bright color,
Perspective, some flaw.

Taught me the ways
Of oil crayon and chalk,
India ink on bark paper,
Ochre paint, a cake walk.

Time flew off the canvas
In her home room studio.
Let me do what I wanted,
Doo-wap on radio.

I owe one to Cyril,
The advice given me:
"There are no straight lines,
Color has no boundary."

When it came time to leave
And say our good-bye.
I knew that she knew
Big boys never cry.

Sister's colors live on.
Pastels and earth tones
Dance in my head
As friends when alone.

Six brothers had she
In a previous life.
Knew boys became men
If art eased their strife.

     - Benny Bell - 2012


India Inks














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Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Box Stores

Concrete block and slab
Rectangles do sprout.
Garrish light overhead
At entrance, a tout.

Grab a cart for a stroll,
Try not do it drunk,
The stuff you will see
Is China's best junk.

But be not afraid
It'll all fall apart
Before you get worried
Or death do you part.

Eternal damnation
Might just likely be
An endless box store
With nowhere to flee.

      - Benny Bell - 2012

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Monday, April 30, 2012

Smart Phone

How did we survive
Without a Smart Phone
Or custom ring tones
That'll make you moan.

"Was that Dijon or Poupon,
I cannot recall,"
She said in the aisle
In earshot of all.

"Will you eat corn beef?
What do you mean you won't?
Then go get some take out.
Cooking for you, I won't."

I regret effort made
To build cell sites
For it seems like we all
Got a bad case of the trites.

Not polite to text
While eating your meal,
Or driving the car.
You know the spiel.

See the family eating
In the local diner.
Kids are all tweeting
Conversation is minor.

The phone might be smart
The apps more so clever.
But medium's the message
For now and forever.

     - Benny Bell - 2012

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