Shut up Shakespeare and Other Poems
By Ellen Beener
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Ellen Beener channels a world of pains and pleasures, exposing thoughts and feelings, moods and passions, telling the story of Us from inside her own mind.
Its stream-of-consciousness fast and sometimes furious.
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Ellen Beener
Ellen Beener was born and raised in New York City. She has been writing most of her life. Her poems have appeared in local publications. She now lives in Florida with her husband.
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Shut up Shakespeare and Other Poems - Ellen Beener
A Bridge Weeps
A small boy looking down the sewer for his lost blue and green prized marble
That rolled away as did his life when the truck struck him head on
Far away in training camps where terrorists celebrate each and every life they take
Away from weeping mothers as their tears will never wash away the intensity
Of their battle to go on breathing
A beautiful lovely woman in her prime of her life struck down in that
Hate filled attack on a bridge that was supposed to take
Her to her lover who had a ring for that special night
He will slip the ring on her third finger left hand as she lay in her coffin
With dreams of forever love now never to be
Men on their way home to feast and family
Pantry no longer filled with food of love
Bodies all torn apart by hate that fanatical
The familiar chants of Papa’s home now gone into the tavern of memories
And brides with no fathers to walk them down to their grooms
For a moment of blinding rage and training many years prior
He floored his truck gas pedal
Without a glitch or even a blink, his intended death he drove on
Into lives he never really knew
Annihilation obliteration of a tragically perceived enemy of his time
A bridge weeps
A Chance
Sitting leaning into your body pressing my head down on the white sheet
Tears fall copiously as I grieve for us
Years passed by and so many promises made
Anything you wish fulfilled I now vow I plead
No you cannot die we have places to go
To whom will I scream my frustrations disappointment anger
Where will my eyes gaze with adore
My arms will feel vacant embracing emptiness
Move jump dance or just breathe that one precious breath
Do it for us so we can go on touching caressing blending loving
Give me a sign call my name once more
Give me a chance to write this poem
A Child Far Away
To have a child far away
Stings when children of another mother
Sing songs of dinners and get togethers
Only intensifies loneliness for my own
When my child’s independence grows
My pride soars and fills with joy
Still I yearn to have her in front of me
Just not to forget the curl and color of her hair
The scent of her body next to mine as we embrace
The look in her eyes questioning why
Her answers to my curiosities
To have a child far away
Is a sting that challenges and
Tugs and pulls my heart
Makes visits so gratifyingly sweet
A Little Gulf Breeze
When the winds pick up and blow gulf songs
Their chorus packs a mighty punch
Memory serves up good Christian names
And leaves scars throughout
Crash force debris does not float across
Pieces of lives rush in and around like raging wounded bulls
Scattering blood and coffee tables
Swirling mess of dead snakes, tires and dinner plates
Shoddy dwellings and scanty empty pantries
And durable ornate rooftops all merge in fateful spinning
Nature employs anarchy in a ominous dance with death
Her rage blows and rips lives apart no plea can halt
Come to Disney World where nothing is as it seems
A Moment in time
She touches my face with well-aged burlap hands
Rough with edges that might scratch my heart
Yet so gentle her caress
I feel nothing but her love
As her words run through the air I breathe
And her eyes point the way
For every thought a passage
From cradle of my innocence
I gaze up to see her life as my own
We are connected in ways so minute
Only to mold them in unison dreams
Awareness falls away as dew slides off the meadow trees
She sits watching my pen move up and down
As I hum to tunes of easy happiness
She waits to hear my enchanting songs
Relishing this moment
A Petal Drops
She was sick long and lonely
Her once full face grew thin and shallow
She managed a slight smile but not often
Pain and sadness overcame what was left of her life
She held a single flower and let the delicate
Petals fall one by one sailing slowly across time
Never landing on the cold hard tile
Floated like a soft tender memory
Into a silent abyss she slipped
My teardrops stained that last moment of us
As her life sailed away into that harbor above
For my loneliness I wept
After Life
Monotoned female voice
Come in Stockholm, do you read? Over.
Come in Moscow, do you read? Over.
Come in Hamburg. Do you read? Over.
Come in Tokyo. Do you read? Over
Down the line, up the desperation
Nothing, nothing, dead silent
Come in Tampa. Do you read?
The craft continued while passing the continent
Like a swirling skirt dancing around the globe
She danced as her band played on into night
Through dawn’s early lights and another day, another fruitless orbit
The globe ominously dark
Come in Honolulu, Do you read?
So quiet not a microbe stirred
Come in New York. Do you read? Over.
Alone so alone even the computer cried
Animal? Vegetable? Mineral?
Anyone? Anything? Nothing?
Swing by Olympus Mons
On to the drop-off on Mars
Afternoons at Ida’s House
Her pockets neatly pressed covered by a clean but well-worn white apron
She stood not much past me but her warm aromatic welcome surpassed us all
We came as families do, on cold holiday afternoons late of hour
Every room a tribute to our half-hidden culture of shrouded Judaism and worldliness
Not a Torah in plain sight although the unusual sight of
A small Star of David that lay atop some obscure shelf has stuck deep inside me
Kitchen happiness announced in trails of aroma so sweet memory has never forgotten
Her carefully placed dishes and sparkling hand wiped clean glasses as they took their places
On a beautifully set table in her dining room on Willow Street in pristine Brooklyn Heights
Napkins folded to perfection became a young girls’ contest, which cousin could do it better
Ida’s oldest excelled, the rest of us tried in vain to follow but to no avail
We skipped through this happy afternoon house of many small bed rooms
My mind’s eye can see Ida slightly bent walk as she presented the table with scalloped edged platters
A harvest of food so magnificently bountiful I am still so astounded by
Variations of fresh vegetable colors
Pumpkin orange spinach green sweet potato yellow and butter dishes filled
Side challah bread makes the need to go back to that room even more desperate and rewarding
Even her soup dish had a ladle of past imperfections that on those
Afternoons fell away and emerged into evening and darkness settled over the city
It did not seem to matter because it was Ida with