Simple Poetry


I am a simple poet.
I do not need big words
to fill my heart
with false pride.

My people are a common people.
They feel my heart
and know my soul.

With love like this
who needs to prove
intelligence
where tranquility
is better shared?

The words of my heart
are not simple concepts
though written in words
quite plain.

I bare them,
knowing as I do,
that one who speaks plainly
is just as wise
as one who speaks
of complex things
farther reached
and higher placed
then these simple truths
I examine
and share.

Are the thoughts I have
any less significant
for having been
examined by many before me?

Am I not also worthy
of your high brow examination
of my quiet
and heartfelt truths?

Do my words not make you think
and examine,
and wonder,
just as much
as a piece of artwork
hung in the finest
of museums?

Are my thoughts on things
we all feel,
and know,
and dream,
and ache for,
not just as worthy
of honor
and respect?

To you these are just poems.
A messing about with words.
Simple and clumsily placed.

To me they are a quilt
of my life’s work
my life’s hurt
my hearts lessons
my souls path
my poets core
my inner truths.

I am a simple poet
but,I am a poet,
with something
significant to say
if you would only
stop and hear it.

Published by Bexley Benton. (Pen name)

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog.

13 thoughts on “Simple Poetry

  1. What an honor you render my work. An exclamation point after my site name. My sincere thanks to you personally, and your many readers.

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