Category: Wordplay

Gargoyle hence

On a vicious night at a dark moment,
the castle was dim as a forsaken castle was meant –
on a scarlet night at a sharp moment,
the midnight hanged the bell for a horrid event:

No living souls could lurk upon such ghouls
that appeared to live as the bells rang –
horrible silence followed the wake of the hollows
when the gargoyles started to dance :

Petrified demons who followed no reasons,
only to crush the fear through the lungs;
they answered no seasons, but the bell’s grievance
calling upon a soul’s last song;

As the midnight was screaming – the only hearing,
and there could be no moving caught,
in earnest, no living eyes could be able at seeing
gargoyles mischieving at such a terrible sort:

No movement at seeing, but a terrible feeling,
sweeping the eyes around them –
while they just kept dancing and stealing
parts from the soul – never retrieving…

til, you become one of them in that eternal dark moment.

Benyamin Bensalah

01.06.2020

Social butterfly

Social butterfly: A person who jumps from one social group to another, somewhat being accepted in all of them, but not really belonging to any of them without having deep connections with any.

So, here I am again; leaving a life and entering another.
Often, I cut socializing as if I don’t even bother
Cause it is and it causes a great pain to me and even other;
I am here today, then nowhere tomorrow
As if my whole existence were a repeating funeral
Like a careless butterfly flying from flower to flower.

Before I would take the blame on this horrible misbehavior,
Understand that I am not doing it as volunteer;
To see the truth that I’m also a victim here
Take my shoes and listen how I feel:
Emptiness and loneliness are my biggest fear –
Right away I get a life, I feel empty as if not being there,
From a minute to another I feel myself lonely,
Leaving a life and trying another that homes me.
You’d understand it if I demonstrated, but I really need to leave now, good bye homie!

With condolences for the times I stole from thee,
I’m really not a thief, but I felt so empty and lonely;
To borrow a life, none of you’d have bestowed me.

Benyamin Bensalah

06.05.2020

Birthday Cough

(1)
Life always has a simple key;
If it’s not its harakat, then its hara-kiri…
(2)
I’ve just passed two decades and four years,
Living for two years in Algiers.
(3)
My life’s been a funny thriller;
Clinging to remain a caterpillar.

France for French and bass for dance;
I fully maintained my old stance.

The same faith that makes a moth nocturnal,
Made me write my grotesque journal.

Day and night through polyglotting;
I spoke weary words and hodgepodging.

My talk’s been strange as a stolen stone;
Mort satire arranged my lonely tone.

For that I’ve got beard and scrub,
I gotta be a philolover language bug.

More than twenty witty years of Earthism,
My fortune fooled the laws of Murphy’s.

Like coming from the blue, apathetic;
I’ve been walking on the gloom, my path is epic.

Overall my karma’s rather up than down,
For that, I’m thanking Allah until now.

Finally, To sum up my level up,
I clashed up twenty-four years in a cough.

Benyamin Bensalah

19.04.2017

Kill myself or have a coffee?

Should I look for meaning in life if I know
I am following my own product?
Kill or beget; we are all following a flow –
Myself, I am barely able to deduct
Or anticipate the so-called reality I undergo.
Have I missed an important act?
A purpose I should have known a long ago?
Cup all of my years in your hands as a fact
Of that I was living, and throw ’em with a blow;
Coffee and cigarettes will distract me while you’re doing so.

(Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee? – Albert Camus)

Benyamin Bensalah

03.05.2020

Fat facts

Accept the fact
that we’ve become fat;
the snack and the nap,
the last meatball we had,
the light coke with a family pack
just one more bonbon chocolate,
the rich omelette with bacon and baguette,
for breakfast, for dinner or any time randomly set;
snacking at Maccies, munching on a jar of Nutella…
Oh, without I tell ya… our pants are tightening,
the holes on the pants’ belts are widening,
more and more muscles are hiding
under our lovely self defense,
our physical self defense
against cold and, and…
it doesn’t make us fat,
and even if,
it wouldn’t be that bad,
and it’s a fact.

Benyamin Bensalah

29.04.2020

The Last Steal

There’s a fading picture on my childhood’s meander,
Troublesome; although notional, emotional – and tender…

I remember, I went to steal pears from the neighbor’s fruit trees,
I hid next to his shed, ably like an expert of mischieves.

All at once, the old man appeared during getting robbed,
I stayed next to the shed by the fences dropped.

The old man was so melancholic in his chequered chemise,
Promenading from a tree to a tree doing kindly kisses.

This is where the story begins – where I grew years,
Waiting for the ageless man finishing his craze.

I must relax by the fence under the shed’s shade,
Seeking something time-killing against my bad fate.

Under the pressure of the moment, I must realize,
I was facing a high-class hole in a thumb-size.

Tic-tac tic-tac, the freaky hole was on the wall,
While my cheeky eyes were surveying the hole.

A hole, a hole – for the first sight having no goal, nor role,
Though, sullenly it made me feel no more sole.

As if my mate – the hole – would accompany me,
But what if, there might be something really watching me?

The ground became a pit and the fence a web,
While watching the unknown hole on the shed.

In a sudden – in the hole, I saw two long-long straw,
Dark colour and yellow stripes died their flaw.

The horror hole might hide a ferocious monster,
The proof is it was ill-silent; no growl, nor bluster.

Those straw like legs were waiting their prey,
My throat did not let me a breath nor a pray.

The hole wished me dead that was deadly certain,
But how it wanted to manage my death; uncertain.

My face got a pale frown, my arms were in a knot,
The question might be now: to survive or rather not.

For a moment of coldness and pressure growing,
A pyramid-like and a straight leg.. – I saw them moving!

I waited no more for the monster waiting me,
I jumped into the sky and flew through a valley.

The hideous valley of the fence and the shed,
Led me to the hands of the old tree-loving lad.

The man became bad-tempered seeing me pear-handed,
A bing and a bang, and this is how the story ended.

This is karma; I gave myself away because of a hole,
Then, I paid the whole for that I so far stole.

Benyamin Bensalah

10.09.2017

Ol’ Benyo

O’ good people, hither!
Send me down the river,
By a cold breeze that would make me shiver
If my heart were a heart, and my liver a liver.

O’ good life, thither!
I know we’ve been sévère,
But it could have been a hundred times shittier,
We’d say thanks for that we were here.

O’ good Benyo hièr!
You are no more here,
But we sing your songs that shiver,
And live without your heart or your liver.

Benyamin Bensalah

12.07.2018

My prince-apples

The wordly world is doggy-doggy,
You need a choice, oki-doki?
Boring bloke whose flavor’s labour,
Or just choose, to be daily lazy.

Life is ocean, harshing hardship,
Who gets on its board, gets bored,
But who are the king of larking,
Whose life’s used as the fund of fun.

Be polar, bipolar, open to the new,
No focus on hocus pocus of the news,
Otherwise, you’re wise nevermore,
You are not, to believe in every lore.

Be an absurb bird, absorbe you heard,
But select the fact without affect,
No attach! Not on a word, nor the world,
Be alone without a loan of anybody.

Give an “X” to the things you learnt,
Give no appearance to give up to learn,
Be the expert of experience, hence,
Your vitality is wit with crazy mentality.

Though the worldy world is doggy-doggy,
Health is before wealth oki-doki?
Choose a real mate, really anti-material,
You, Priceless Prince of Supriseness.

Guard your garden’s Prince-apples,
They are golden pieces of your world,
Through ’em you may throw more poems,
Since all you were right in is to keep writin’.

Benyamin Bensalah

10.05.2016