Life of the senses has spread the feast sure Each takes his fill and thinks the world as fair: But in death earth has her treasures laid out True heirs we are, bereft of senses there. benny “Under God’s benign … Continue reading
Quatrain#102 Such riddles thrown unasked are the tare And if the wise could throw them all to fire! Go seek wisdom of life from presses red With wine,- Oh to ease down this distemper! benny (over the cups at the … Continue reading
You made me and unmade me in a trice,- I grieve ever you left without a trace. Where love made me satiate,-time stands still Oh, with your absence I know this is hell! benny
Quatrain#44 Oh Love, in your deep embraces make heaven Of this earth, so shall peace on all reign: Through your eyes I see the sky, of the earth Held close as one along the horizon.
The Spring has come piping and sweet melody Makes all regrets a false vanity: Before this feast of life falls cold to taste Let us make the most of it, O hurry! benny
Time is swift in unwinding man’s labors And eons pass before the Eye closes at last: Seek not any man’s fame among the cold things Even as the Sun shall crumble to dust. benny