Okie Doke
Benjamin deLeeuwerk Benjamin deLeeuwerk

Okie Doke

A missing spoke
An invisibility cloak
A fatal stroke

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At The Bar
Benjamin deLeeuwerk Benjamin deLeeuwerk

At The Bar

Tell me a story

Make it dramatic

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Segdirb
Benjamin deLeeuwerk Benjamin deLeeuwerk

Segdirb

Even with all these
trusses and roads
inventions, suspensions
beams and tracks
Every man remains an island

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My Fingertips Are Warm
Benjamin deLeeuwerk Benjamin deLeeuwerk

My Fingertips Are Warm

I made a lone snow angel
In the middle of a park
For I was a lone snow angel
In the middle of a park

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A World So Large
Benjamin deLeeuwerk Benjamin deLeeuwerk

A World So Large

One day I’ll be a Captain who can
Adroitly steer for any waters

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Train Tracks to Where
Benjamin deLeeuwerk Benjamin deLeeuwerk

Train Tracks to Where

I fall asleep
To the world around
I’ve earned my keep
Yet I’m still bound

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My Zombies
Benjamin deLeeuwerk Benjamin deLeeuwerk

My Zombies

…charging me like zombies desirous
to gnaw upon my naive neck

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SomeDays
Benjamin deLeeuwerk Benjamin deLeeuwerk

SomeDays

…these are what I must face

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Borderlines
Benjamin deLeeuwerk Benjamin deLeeuwerk

Borderlines

Who taught me to think before I act?

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Lincoln St.
Benjamin deLeeuwerk Benjamin deLeeuwerk

Lincoln St.

To my recollection

It is the first time arugula has made me cry

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Nature’s Dance
Benjamin deLeeuwerk Benjamin deLeeuwerk

Nature’s Dance

To sit and watch nature carry on….for it always carries on.
In spite of everything. That is quite a dance to observe.
That is the dance to learn.

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The Seeker’s Path
Benjamin deLeeuwerk Benjamin deLeeuwerk

The Seeker’s Path

The Seeker’s Path is one of perpetual motion —

I sat down a few days after slamming 1,100 miles in 2 1/2 days to summarize my trip, or to chronicle whatever important thoughts came to mind. I wasn’t intending to rhyme it but this is what the heart brought forth…

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Benjamin deLeeuwerk Benjamin deLeeuwerk

Not From South Dakota

I met a bartender today in Estes Park, CO. Cold and damp from a rainy motorcycle ride, grabbing three fingers of whiskey and some hot food to warm up while waiting for a storm to pass. She was more expressive than the average person with her face. It’s amazing how much can be communicated without words. Simply the flexing and movement of muscles in our faces. It delights me.

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Sunshine Souls
Benjamin deLeeuwerk Benjamin deLeeuwerk

Sunshine Souls

I believe it was in the 80’s today.
Temperature-wise. Not decade-wise.

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Don’t Stay Home
Benjamin deLeeuwerk Benjamin deLeeuwerk

Don’t Stay Home

My couch cushion sucks me in and whispers,
“See how comfortable and easy this is!?

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