There are days when you’re just too sweet
There are nights when you’re just so sour
Still I savor your taste when between my teeth
Thank heavens for grapes!
Tag Archives: philosophy
Bohemian Nights
By Sirishty Thakur & Benjamin Grossman
What is love?
I venture for the search,
Hovering above the restrictions,
Masquerading feelings,
Packing the streets and theaters.
In the shadows of the city lights,
The subtle touch of elation,
Tempered by the night’s venom.
A parade of tamers lurking to fragment dreams,
To seek the hook for their puppet master.
There’s always a cage for joyous affairs,
Some subjugation of our bohemian nights.
But I still reach possessively for the moment, as the pendulum strikes.
Eternity vibrant in your eyes,
Unwavering in my faith that love is untamable.
This poem was a collaboration with Sirishty Thakur. Please, do yourself a favor and check out her amazing poetry and photos on her blog: Thought Loop.
© 2021 Sirishty Thakur & Benjamin Grossman
A Man For All Seasons (In Fashion)
She puts me on in every season
Regardless of time, place, or location
In the rain, the sleet, and the snow
Apparently I’m some sturdy husband material
Inked
I’m infatuated with the speed at which you spill your ink
Imagine all the ways you guide your pen over a page
Fantasize about how you dot your i’s and cross your t’s
And now I can’t stop thinking of collaborating
(Subtlety) I Think
SHE LOVES ME MOST
WHEN I’M WEARING
THE EMPEROR’S NEW CLOTHES
Your Love
Not the avalanche of twilight
Nor the moonbeam mist
Or the rain-wrapped clouds above
But a poetic movement
A mythical magical dream
A first and only
Some high and higher
Some better and best
Some always and never
Your love has no lows
No descents, no plateaus
No warnings, no dangers
That should be said another way
(Or in endless ways, really)
So let’s try it again
Your love has no phases
No halves, no slivers, no waning
It’s just full, complete, swoony … like when the sky supports the whole of the moon
Only Want What I Have
don’t want the money
of the richest man
the looks
of the handsomest actor
the heart of
the Dalai Lama
nor the connections
of the Pope
only want what I have
since I’m the only one
who has YOU.
The Word
I spread the word of love
Whichever way I go
Its message just three syllables:
Your name (_ _ _ _ _ _).
The Lesser of Two Evils
By Benjamin Grossman and Cassa Bassa
The glacial battle begins in our heads
Face pressed to the sun-pierced window pane
January snow in recession, the signs of regression
Half hidden like an iceberg in the arctic water
And where once a soft glow illuminated the surface
Only the placement of desolation remains
Reverberating silent screams
There is no one way of knowing cold
The stages are fluid and transient
Its meaning bitterly ambiguous
Yet in rare lucid moments, I see husks
An empty bed, scarred skin, chattered teeth
Spirit-numbed mind, missed meals, vacant smiles
There is no one way of knowing cold
Its symptoms appear to have no rhyme or reason
Although they move with wintry doom
From person to person increasing in aggression
Till you understand the meaning of icy
Which unbeknownst to us creeps in succession
There is no one way of knowing cold
Though maybe it’s always the same
Emotional and physical reaction
A state of feeling dangerously low
Struggling to survive between cold and colder
The very same polar opposites: Arctic and Antarctica
(This is part of a collaborative poetic effort between myself and Cassa Bassa. Make sure you check out her blog by visiting Flicker Of Thoughts. She’s always coming up with some exciting words! And often sketches, too.)
My Ra
Ra was a divine being
And so far I can’t find
Any evidence to support you’re not.
Some say he created us
Through sweat and tears
I’m not saying
You’ve done the same
Yet there are times
I’ve felt baptized in yours
Thought you were the only reason
The gods ever created human beings.
Ancient Egyptians often
Called themselves: “Cattle of Ra”
I’m not ashamed to say
You’re my shepherd
I’d follow you anywhere you lead.
Now, Ra is best known as a sun god
The ruler of both the Earth and sky
And, of course, it’s true you rule mine
But maybe you’re nothing like him
Because the way you shine
Blinds the light.
Benjamin Grossman 