Poems written by Yesu Ben

Forgotten Purposes

Forgotten Purposes short poem

And you with me sloped on a crested deep Both swirled in garbs of eastern ochre hue eye viewing eye – the scintillating view to melt within and spring in wistful sleep. The whiff of thawed out selves wilt, wane

Reincarnation

Reincarnation sonnet poems

My bafflement forces my day to waste, Shall I for them or for my eyes alone Or for a purpose yet abstruse, go on – Another serving of this bitter taste? Yes sinner I am trying to be chaste, fixated,

Le Liberte eclairant le monde

Le Liberte eclairant le monde short poem

A global army flowing white, of Love, of blazing swords afire of shining shields they, hand in hand, puissant and indomitable let what she pictures, typifies, facing the world on high, her flame of love and liberty, put fallacies to

Learning

Learning sonnet poems

What use books, knowledge, ways to see the world, To learn to deal with life, the laws and men? What use to know protection and defense, And poetry, why flags are rolled and then unfurled? for what is it to

Stone

Stone sonnet poems

(Tribute to the Banished Silver Surfer – he is herald again) Please tell Galactus, I can’t do his will And shine like sap that drips from putrid pine, Stare into space from some ingested pill Or from a dose of

Untitled

Untitled short poem

And what for this rallying call mellifluous our human and brutish moments the heaving and seething and bitching sighs and sweat to stray, accumulate, funny pictures beneath a huge and hurting sky soaked and sore in summer sun or frozen

Lord of the Earth

Lord of the Earth short poem

I saw the sun rise from the east today In splendor wore a shining garment red. And quietly from behind hills of grey Emerged, like limbs, his boundless wings outspread With swaying roar, would stretch them more and more Remembering

Love

Love short poem

A little flicker on the edge A darting dog’s last day A dagger from a dancing eye A thought of buried clay Love that’s unseen may be unfelt, and may as well be blind as he who loves, as he

On Child Prodigies

On Child Prodigies short poem

How little minds are scarcely seen Or esteemed through a heavy cloak Of leaves chastised by storm or soaked In shallow breezes mean and keen. Doubt hides, it steals the shimmering Yet lately there’ve been bids and strides, To free