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Thursday, March 5, 2015

A New Deal

I want a New Deal,
A new deck of cards.
A shuffle or cut won't do,
The deck has been scarred.

You think I don't see it?
I've been watching you.
You look at the corners
Like the cards aren't true.

Don't tell me all about
There's honor among thieves.
I didn't come here
To watch your long sleeves.

It's bad enough
When the cards are right.
So deal them straight
Or we'll have to fight.

by benny bell – 2015


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The Minions

Minions have taken center stage.
Not the old minions you despise
But the funny little impish ones 
With one or two goggled eyes.

Minions are riding the crest
Of a rich cultural wave
With Shmoos and Smurfs
Our children once did crave.

Minions are darlings
Of today's cartoons.
Speaking in tongues
And acting like loons.

They brighten the faces
Of a grim society
With levity and frolic
That calms its anxiety.

March on silly Minions
Have your time in the sun.
Maybe your silliness
Will make the world more fun.

by benny bell – 2015


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Wednesday, March 4, 2015

The Numbers Game


The Numbers Game is played like this:
You give me your number, I give you mine
On a napkin or a business card
Ten simple numbers, no need to sign.

If you are ever in town again
Ring me up when you're alone.
If I'm not around when you call,
Leave a message on my phone.

The Numbers Game is confounding
Even keeping little black books.
Do you sort by last name and place?
Or list Numbers in order of looks?

You can delete Numbers now
With quick taps of your finger.
No margin clutter or crossing off,
Only their memories linger.

Sometimes the Numbers
Have been disconnected.
In the Numbers Game
It's to be expected.

Going to the Dance is not that easy,
The Numbers Game racket isn't for all.
Your Numbers get tossed like lottery balls,
With odds that are high and winnings, small.

Play the Numbers Game again:
You give me yours, I give you mine
On a dinner tab or palm of a hand.
Ten simple numbers, no need to sign.

    by bennie bell – 2015


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Saturday, February 28, 2015

Unsafe Malls

We're told the malls are unsafe,
That lunch can harm your health.
The One Percent's so loathsome
We need to share its wealth.

A band of not so merry men
Have adopted decapitations,
A right of passage on TV
To frighten enemy nations.

It's all about what you believe
And what you've chosen not to.
You thought you had that Freedom
But others have chosen for you.

They believe your Freedom
Has gotten out of hand.
Better to have you kneel
Before them on the sand.

So snub your nose at evildoers,
Look over you shoulder and snitch.
Go off to the Mall when you wish,
To buy from Abercrombie & Fitch.

by bennie bell – 2015


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Thursday, February 26, 2015

Trial and Error

Love is much like
Trial and error.
You make an error
And you go to trial.

The judge sits there
Having heard it all.
The lawyers look like
They're having a ball.

The kids will come
First, second and third.
She gets the dog,
You get the bird.

It takes months for
A final decree
To sort out the mess,
Declaring you free.

Now see how that
Really didn't hurt.
It's time to go out
To look for a flirt.

Matrimonial lawyers
Need to keep busy.
You are their source
For fees that they divvy.

Love is much like
Trial and error.
You made an error
And you went to trial.

by bennie bell – 2015


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Things Are Not As They Used To Be

I'll gently break the news to you,
Things are not as they used to be.
There are no long walks to school,
And lessons taught inside are wee.

As for motherhood and apple pie
Compared to love of country,
The Moms are single, apples sour,
The Homeland reserved for gentry.

Where have family values gone?
They drove off in a sleek black limo,
Now wait in line to be excused
From a deadly place called Limbo.

There still might be hope for believers,
Although I would not hold my breath.
We're running out of time and strength
To out pace our drumbeat of death.

The Hereafter will not be staged
As things that seemed to be.
A fitting reward for us would be
An eternal spirit that's free.

by benny bell – 2015


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Saturday, February 21, 2015

Salmo Trutta

Beware oh slippery Salmo Trutta,
There's a feathered lure here for you
With little brass spine and beaded head,
A tightly wound pheasant tail to chew.

I know you've seen them all before
While feeding in the pool I'm fishing.
The Creator gave you the instinct
To see that something was missing.

I'll keep presenting my lure to you
Over and over and over again.
The Maker didn't give us humans
An inherently instinctive brain.

That's why fish have Latin names
Like oncorhynchus mykiss
And Salmo Tutta, and oh nuts,
There goes another hit and miss.

by benny bell – 2015


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