Category Archives: The Park Bench -- Ben's Poetry

When I Saw You

August 29, 2009


When I saw you it was as though a morning had dawned

Round night mists yet gathered on a silent, still pond.

And the light of your smile was the first gleam of day,

And your eyes, the slow river that brought me away.

Away from the land where my troubles abide,

Once restless and raw as the shifting tide.

At last to the glow of the bright boundless sea.

Where deep calls to deep, and she calls to me.




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The Park Bench

March 24, 2009

In north county San Diego, there’s a little park on a hill that overlooks a portion of the city and the ocean beyond.   I often like to go there, and one night, while walking along the park’s perimeter, I noticed a little cement bench facing outward toward the distant ocean.   Suddenly, I was filled with thoughts of a perfect moment, and though the event recorded below hasn’t yet happened, I wanted to write it down to remember, in hopes that one day it will.  Thanks for reading.  I hope you enjoy… The Park Bench



On a park bench we sat, on a high windswept hill,

And we watched the dear city, lying distant and still.


She laid on my shoulder her sweet, sleepy head,

And we watched as the world slumbered softly in bed.


I knew in that moment that perfection had come,

And we watched all else fade to a quiet, still hum.




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Autumn

March 24, 2009

All muffled now the muted plea,

Long lost to swirled uncertainty,

Of branches hanging cold and brown,

Consumed, awaiting Springtime’s gown.


The weather-beaten trellis falls,

The autumn wind sweeps over all;

But something in the sighing lands

Is holding longing in its hands.


The windy whispers falling down,

Grayish echoes of a distant town,

Now vague amid the scratching leaves,

As silently as one who grieves.


There is a distant passerby:

The summer fading from the sky,

Dancing devilish on the hill,

Out-driven by a stronger will.


Alas, is gone that faithful friend

Whose company would daily lend;

Aloft in regions far away,

A stranger till some distant day.


The restless soul amends its pace

And cannot but its life retrace;

And drawn in heart toward better times,

It waits the rain from heaven’s climes.



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The Famine of the Human Dream

March 24, 2009

Within the heart hath been ordained

A notion of the unexplained;

A heart that feels at home and free

In lands of myth and destiny;

A heart that wastes its precious years

And seldom sees ‘Untrodden Spheres.’


For man, his heart hath long been wrecked

And swapped for simple intellect.

Twas shattered upon a rock of sin,

Ever now to dwell within.

And floating the sea on scattered planks

It seldom sees once destined banks

Now ere’more wandering to and fro

Atop the ocean current flow.


Though tries the heart in vain to say

The meaning of its moral stray

And seeks with all to take away

The ever present slow decay,

Still never able to convey

Those feelings that will never stay.


In vain we seek to find our fate

In a world we overestimate;

In vain we seek to make things last

In a world where all becomes the past.


But the heart still prospers in its time

though ponders not its hidden crime;

And kills the passions of the day,

Trading life for meager pay.


But a secret something lives within,

That seeks to show the stains of sin,

That seeks to cure the mundane soul,

And give it life lived to the full.

The famine of the human dream

Still carries this subterranean stream

And we must dig deep down below,

Though deeper now we have to go;

For we have covered the ground above

With futile acts and not with love;

And we have seen our ancient fate

Yet lived the lives we all should hate.

The stream shall come though, do not fret,

Shall find you when your eyes are wet;

Shall find you seldom, this is true,

But oh! to see that marvelous view!

Yet we heed not such reckless words,

Since not oft have we seen or heard,

The heights from which the bell once rung,

And the song all know, which none have sung.




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I Set off Slow One Sleepy Morning

March 24, 2009

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I set off slow one sleepy morning

On a path I’d never been

And walked as far as I could travel

Just to bring new life within.

2

I quickly passed the waysides many

Each, potential in its way,

I knew my feet could travel any

Not today friends, not today.

3

At length, I came upon a beach town

Seated far off in the sun,

Laying nigh the golden sands

Where children laugh and play and run.

4

The glimmer soft of shining sands

Came soundless in the great divide;

The ever pace of time’s sure hands

Grew fainter than the distant tide.

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And all at once an unknown sadness

Swept along the ocean breeze;

Speaking fond of distant towns

And all the world’s soft mysteries.

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But soon the whispers passed beyond

And left the shining world below

And said farewell for other spheres

The eyes of man will never know.

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I stayed as long as I could manage,

Knowing that ever beyond today,

My steps will lead through common worlds

And nevermore again this way.

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