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Graveyard Shift

by

Wallace Labenne

He worked on the graveyard shift
His face was sallow gray
He had a swig to get a lift yet had nothing to say

He worked on the graveyard shift
His time was just blasé
He had events to get a lift yet had nothing to say

He worked on the graveyard shift
His tactic was to stray
He had affairs to get a lift yet had nothing to say

He worked on the graveyard shift
His home was in decay
He had refuge to get a lift yet had nothing to say

He worked on the graveyard shift
His debt was hell to pay
He had wagers to get a lift yet had nothing to say

He worked on the graveyard shift
His ire was all dismay
He had battles to get a lift yet had nothing to say

He worked on the graveyard shift
His mind was far away
He had a plan to get a lift yet had nothing to say

He worked on the graveyard shift
His life became his prey
He had a rope to get a lift yet had nothing to say

Wallace LaBenne

Leave A Legacy

by

Wallace Labenne

We will leave a legacy of purpose and fact
We will be remembered
for the role we act

We will leave a legacy of passion and style
We will be remembered
for the way we smile

We will leave a legacy of daring and nerve
We will be remembered
for the need we serve

We will leave a legacy of cooking and fare
We will be remembered
for the load we bear

We will leave a legacy of insight and know
We will be remembered
for the wits we show

We will leave a legacy of delight and cheer
We will be remembered
for the child we rear

We will leave a legacy of largesse and gift
We will be remembered
for the heart we lift

We will leave a legacy of concern and care
We will be remembered
for the love we share

Wallace LaBenne

You Never Came

by

Wallace Labenne

I gussied up and combed my hair
The candles glowed soft flame
I filled the room with scented air
But you never came

I dialed a number that you gave
The answers without name
I felt misgivings that were grave
But you never came

I accomplished the shindig waltz
The movement left no shame
I achieved sentimental schmaltz
But you never came

I catered all your preferred food
The musk rose staked a claim
I placed fixtures to set the mood
But you never came

I learned systems to win a heart
The methods used no game
I employed great conceptual art
But you never came

I listened for some gentle knock
The mind with frozen-frame
I reversed the hands on a clock
But you never came

Wallace LaBenne

My Sister Died Today, 1.11.09

by

Wallace Labenne

People played in every game
My sister passed away
The world kept as if the same
And yet she died today

People greeted a fresh birth
My sister passed away
The world kept a silly mirth
And yet she died today

People did their daily chores
My sister passed away
The world kept at all its wars
And yet she died today

People traveled to the beach
My sister passed away
The world kept up any reach
And yet she died today

People honored gallant men
My sister passed away
The world kept a poison-pen
And yet she died today

People ate their haute cuisine
My sister passed away
The world kept on its routine
And yet she died today

Bathe In A Rainy Cloud

by

Wallace Labenne

Fish in a pond of hope
The catch is fond surmise
Bait for a fuller scope
The find is yours to prize

Bathe in a rainy cloud
The storm is streaming by
Put on a cover shroud
The sheath is yours to try

Note items of treasure
The wealth is kismet reap
Enjoy all the pleasure
The thrill is yours to keep

Mount on a puff of air
The waft is boost for wing
Soar at the county fair
The kite is yours to string

Taste ardor as a start
The yearn is passion glow
Give feeling of a heart
The love is yours to know

Step outside of the dark
The moon is shining bright
Gaze ahead of the stark
The world is yours tonight

Ashes By A Tree

by

Wallace Labenne

They poured his ashes by a tree
so he could grow in roots
Now he lives infinitely
because of their salutes

They poured his ashes by a tree
so he could grow in twigs
Now he lives incessantly
because of their intrigues

They poured his ashes by a tree
so he could grow in barks
Now he lives limitlessly
because of their embarks

They poured his ashes by a tree
so he could grow in saps
Now he lives persistently
because of their good taps

They poured his ashes by a tree
so he could grow in limbs
Now he lives forevermore
because of their faith rims

They poured his ashes by a tree
so he could grow in leafs
Now he lives eternally
because of their beliefs

Nothing Is More Beautiful

by

Wallace Labenne

Nothing is more beautiful
than sunsets at sea:
the twilight celebration of a jubilee.

Nothing is more beautiful
than children at play:
the innocent reverie of a carefree day.

Nothing is more beautiful
than a mother’s breast:
the nurturing connection of an infant guest.

Nothing is more beautiful
than a serenade:
the coquetry from lovers of a fine charade.

Nothing is more beautiful
than a mountain scene:
the sculptural majesty of sky’s mezzanine

Nothing is more beautiful
than a friendly face:
the likable expression of kindhearted grace.

Nothing is more beautiful
than a world at peace:
the secure sanctuary of divine release.

Whirling Pinwheel

by

Wallace Labenne

Ghostly swath across the sky
Luminous realm to the eye
Shimmering veil does portray
The galaxy: Milky Way

Whirling pinwheel made of stars
Of ten billion, one is ours
Warmth and brilliance of the sun
Horizon to horizon

Observe subtle shades and hues
Dim reds, yellows, whites and blues
Twinkling beacons dusk till dawn
Gossamer of sheer chiffon

Allegory, myth and sign
On heaven's dome in outline
Animals, heroes and gods
Shrouded, mystical facades

Glowing glimmers of the night
Fading fast with morning light
The earth has an interlace
With constellations in space

God's Hands

by

Wallace Labenne

God must use a billion ears
to hear every request
God must dry a billion tears
by doing what is best

God must use a billion eyes
to see a world of need
God must sew a billion tries
by growing any seed

God must use a billion lips
to kiss a cut from falls
God must rock a billion hips
by dancing at the balls

God must use a billion hearts
to love a lonesome soul
God must grip a billion parts
by reaching a fine goal

God must use a billion hands
to give each one a gift
God must tap a billion bands
by playing for the lift

God must use a billion minds
to invent better ways
God must test a billion finds
by sorting out a maze

God's Hands

by

Wallace Labenne

Splattered On The Ocean

by

Wallace Labenne

Peach hues and pink on canvas blue
Breath taking, awe and hush
Great mountains climbed, the sun arrives
With palette, paint and brush

The arched spaced ride from dawn to dusk
Unmeasured time betrays
Orbital "ball" of hot, white gold
The charted pathway blaze

Horizon caught, the falling "egg"
In quiet, still slow motion
The yellow yoke appears soft-boiled
Splattered on the ocean

Whirling Pinwheel

by

Wallace Labenne

Nothing Is More Beautiful

by

Wallace Labenne

Ashes By A Tree

by

Wallace Labenne

Bathe In A Rainy Cloud

by

Wallace Labenne

My Sister Died Today, 1.11.09

by

Wallace Labenne

You Never Came

by

Wallace Labenne

Leave A Legacy

by

Wallace Labenne

Graveyard Shift

by

Wallace Labenne

I'd Rather

by

Wallace Labenne

I’d rather from ten stories fall
Than fall in love with no recall

I’d rather spend my life in jail
Than jail my dreams and let them fail

I’d rather be hit by a train
Than train my brain to be inane

I’d rather gender rearrange
Than engender a range for change

I’d rather pass a kidney stone
Than kid myself and pass alone

I’d rather have a root canal
Than root for the canals of hell

I’d rather have an eye poked out
Than poke around and have no clout

I’d rather set my house on fire
Than house or fire the country squire

I’d rather have a sordid past
Than sort the past when at half mast

I’d rather starve myself to death
Than starve death without length or breadth