I Can’t Breathe, Momma…

~ for George Floyd ~ breathing how miraculous! ever-present, reliable, obedient quietly keeping us all alive inhale, exhale, inhale exhale rhythmical, dependable feeding us with life-giving oxygen removing carbon dioxide in and out, in and out in and out I can't breathe... Momma!... Momma!... I can't... breathe... I'm... through... .... ... .. . Dear George … Continue reading I Can’t Breathe, Momma…

Supermarket Swingers

Six hunky, well-ripened avocados, nine hot young chilies and three smartly-pressed cloves of garlic seeking fresh, fragrant shallots and tart, juicy lemons for discreet, no-strings-attached Cuisinart group encounters in an upscale kitchen in Layville's desirable Tenderloin district.We're pepper-friendly and love salty humour. You're chill, GMO-free, at least 18 hours post-harvest, and willing to practise safe … Continue reading Supermarket Swingers

To Rhyme is Divine

dismissive champions of free verseare wont to scorn and even curseus bards who like our poems to rhymeas ignorant of thoughts sublimebut unlike bingeing on YouTuberhyme makes us solve a Rubik's cubenot plastic squares of red and yellowbut grey matter, like hardened jelloyes rhyming schemes can lead astraythe messages we thought we'd saybut hanging in … Continue reading To Rhyme is Divine

Galactic Diamonds

from deep within our laughing hearts we gathered the ancient winks of a million loving stars and the alchemist that is our passion melted them into diamonds which we threaded into a necklace of joy that encircles our common soul I will wear our gems with delight polish them with little surprises guard them with … Continue reading Galactic Diamonds

Ode to My Wheels

hey there, beautiful eyes! gorgeous, giant, round ringed by rubber eyeliner joined by steel tubes are you silently winking at me calling me seducing me yet again? you spin backwards counter-clockwise in invisible sockets dialing back my years you roll forwards chasing adventures pursuing discovery your spokes are two sets of eyelashes, fluttering at me … Continue reading Ode to My Wheels

A Love Sestina

~~ A Love Sestina ~~ the warmth of your sweet love does fill my yearning heart it burns within our kiss and sparkles in your smile such that the flow of time is gently put on hold together we will hold a crucible of love we'll stir it over time and forge a common heart … Continue reading A Love Sestina

Finally Learning to Fly

by Paul Raworth Bennett many years ago under sunny skies as a young eagle who hadn't learned to fly I watched with fascination another eagle, high overhead, soaring the blue commanding the thermals he landed before me offered a fresh-caught salmon which I devoured his eyes called my name instantly, we were friends idolizing this … Continue reading Finally Learning to Fly

Cranial Creativity Clash

Free verses - the humble, naked love children of permission and freedom - get to happily explore huge fields of ideas and vast oceans of expression. If hired, they doodle, usually creating colourful works of art. Rhythm and rhyme - the clever, smartly-dressed spawn of perfection and control - are doomed to struggle in swamps … Continue reading Cranial Creativity Clash

The Man I Admire

🙂 To hear this poem, use the player below. 🙂 by Paul Raworth Bennett I'm a middle-aged man who has learned over time Just what makes people tick, their rhythm and rhyme More than anyone else there’s a man I admire So I thought I’d describe him in case you inquire Well the first thing … Continue reading The Man I Admire

Anticipation

🙂 To hear this poem, use the player below 🙂 Anticipationby Paul Raworth Bennett brown glassy eyesthe unblinking gazeof adorationof infinite trustof pure til-death-do-us-part black button nosemoist, ready, twitching(just a little) pink tongue, spring-loadedwith a fusillade of kisses(and barely visible) eighteen pounds ofwarm, woolly,buff-coloured lovequietly perched atopfour floppy legs leaning forwardprimed for actionwaiting for the … Continue reading Anticipation

Private MacPhee

By Paul Raworth Bennett~ for brave soldiers everywhere ~He was a kind and loyal friendWho hailed from clan MacPheeAnd all the boys were jealous ‘causeHe loved his girl MarieA lock of hair from her he keptWithin a tiny boxAnd in his heart were memories ofTheir kiss back on the docksMacPhee had always relished lifeWith humour … Continue reading Private MacPhee

Dwindling in the Downtown Eastside

🙂 To hear this poem, use the player below. 🙂 large, littered, lonely fieldsoiled, sodden, sagging tentscursed, chaotic, chemical prisonshuddled desperately onpatchy grass and mud,lit by yellow flickersunder shaking fingerschasing the dragonbitter, brutal windicy, drenching rainthere but for thegrace of Godgo I - Paul Raworth Bennett

Dire Straits

not much more time will pass or destiny unfurled before we're forced to breathe apocalyptic gas that coats the wheezing lung brown air will steal the sun the seas will rob the shore and drown the old and young today's the hour to act ensure that we destroy the certainty that our existence is attacked … Continue reading Dire Straits

The Rally

filling a grand old theatrean orange cardboard armadaa sea of upturned optimisma rolling clamour of applausedecrying the avaricious one-percentersthe tin-eared politiciansin bed with the capitalist classthe private-yacht crowdthe loophole expertsthere is hope here, hope that a salmon named unity willconquer the river of cashsettle in a lake of compassion andspawn the warriors of justice-- Paul Raworth … Continue reading The Rally

Let the Great World Spin

by Paul Raworth Bennett(painting: "Let the Great World Spin" by Deborah DeJong) life is just so unpredictable!here’s what always seems to happeni plan my life, work hard, get my act in gearthings seem like they’re coming together nicelyand i feel pretty good!like life is just one big partyand i’m dancing all night long and then … Continue reading Let the Great World Spin

Child’s Play

by Paul Raworth Bennett(painting: "Child's Play" by Deborah DeJong) excuse me sir! wanna come over here and see what i painted? i had so much fun painting it that i wanted to LIVE in itso i closed my eyes and asked an angel if i could live in itjust for a little whileand the angel … Continue reading Child’s Play

Eagillac

🙂 To hear this story, use the player below. 🙂 by Paul Raworth Bennett ~ for Barb Poole ~ A '59 Cadillac named Zoom She's a sexy, magnificent eagle Her elegant scarlet fins Yearn for the sky Her enticing gullwing doors Herald lofty adventures With joy and excitement I embrace Her muscular, feathered neck My … Continue reading Eagillac