BETTER VERSE
by
Steven D. Bennett
Smashwords Edition
Copyright © 2010 by Steven D. Bennett
Published by DeadLife Books
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Also check out "Trace the Dead Eye"
and "Humor of the Gospels" on Amazon.com
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First Cup
liquid Taser®
eye-lid raiser
ticker flicker
heart-start kicker
morning mover
sandman Hoover®
brain-wave starter
dream departer
carpool buddy
muddy study
day get-goer
bloodstream flow-er
sunshine dripper
z-z-zipper
bladder padder
heartbeat adder
spirit booster
roasted rooster
life injector
resurrector
caffeine mother
need another!
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Little Lifetimes
Every morning we're born
and every evening we die
for each day is but a microcosm
of our lives
Those little lifetimes lived
repeatedly
remind us of the blessing
and its brevity
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Y-ophobia
I...
cannot work on days which end in ‘y’
regretfully that means Today
as, sadly, it did Yesterday
Mon. thru Sun. all cross that line
so, powerless, I must decline
and, of course, each Holiday
finds me at home, or out at play
It may be a Y-ophobic reaction
which leads me to this work inaction
or, better explained, as a mental paralysis
needing a deep-seated psychoanalysis
maybe a childhood Freudian fear
of a frayed yellow yardstick swung at my rear
But with lots of therapy and lots of rest
(and lots of disability checks)
one day I’ll find why I deny
to work those days which end in Y
until that time I’ll hide my sorrow
and hope I never see Tomorrow
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Bring Back Planet Pluto
Bring back Planet Pluto
a place where, granted, few go
hanging in the icy cold
where no man's gone who isn’t bold
Bring back Planet Pluto, please
reclassified, by small degrees
so sad to see it take a great fall
forever stuck behind the 8 ball
Bring back Planet Pluto, please
a place that’s too cold for disease
not worthy, now, to be a planet
too long we took this jewel for granite
Bring back Planet Pluto
and quit messing with what I know
to your “science” I call ‘a pox’
now keep your hands off of my rocks
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God Is On The Battlefield
God is on the battlefield
a paintbrush in his hand
meadows turn to graveyards
as he modifies the land
Guiding every bullet
that criss-cross the bleeding skies
and the blast that tears the heart apart
is where his mercy lies
God is in each mortar round
and in each anguished cry
for he’s there to guide the living
and the dying as they lie
Moving every army’s piece
Yet never taking sides
for the plan he’s implementing
is where loyalty resides
Border lines will be erased
While cultures are removed
but the chaos comes with planning
in this luciferous Louvre
A masterpiece of ministry
that flows from high above
where dismantling of futures
is the highest form of love
Then the peacefulness of endings
when the paint has seeped and dried
becomes the palette of creation
as the weeping mother cries