Riceology

Boiling rice may be a bogey;
We are cooking, stirring, working on it,
Then, we get a gluing paste for our fatigue.

But boiling rice is a simple act;
Only if you’re following a couple fact,
My scientific, tricky receipt step by step.

Firstly, you measure the rice;
Take a mug once and twice and thrice,
So you see, it’s science, not a play of dice.

Then, the water is coming,
And here is my first trick coming;
How many times you must be mugging?

An ordinary cooker,
Would take double water,
Pouring six mugs of fresh blunder.

But me! The chef Benyamin,
I choose to put three and a half in,
Letting the rice to swim, not sinking.

But above all of this,
Here are my other magic tricks;
Frying the rice for five mins or six.

After it got golden brown,
I pour hot water on it muggly owned,
Then, I leave the rice under a cover to boil.

After lil lodge-podgy,
We can check our moody foodie;
And it was the first lesson of riceology.

Benyamin Bensalah

09.10.2017

Ey, ey, ey…

For a woman in the eighties,
The most important thing the peace is.
But how to reach it with a dozen of nieces,
Daily breaking my peacemaker into pieces…

This is why I was frankly relieved,
When I got a house-offer suddenly received.
I called the agent and in 10 days I achieved
To live in a peaceful village – leastwise I believed.

Nathless, my peace was brief;
My groove turned quickly into grief:
Even if the village was devoid of mischief,
My neighborhood had a noisy Muslim chief.

The noisy chief had a noisy mate,
Tho, not only one, but a brigade of eight.
For peace, I decided to wait wait and wait,
But then, I rushed out angry and veiled:

“Hey, you weird!
Ya’ll there, geared with beard!”
Hearing me, they packly neared,
But not for a moment I was feared.

“Y’all! The sheikh and the eight!
Don’t you sense what time is eit?!
It’s eight! And I am out here veiled,
Cuz my neighbors like horses neighled.”

My quick siege cooled down their vein.
“I implore pardon, we will hold the rein.
For God’s sake, forgive us if you would deign.”
And then, they never broke again my peaceful reign.

Yey, yey, yey!

Benyamin Bensalah

21.08.2017

Woe-woe, happiness! Go!

Woe, happiness! It’s too much. Go!
Oh happiness, I aim you with quarel!
Oh, delight and joy! Please, go away!
Cease the condemned amusement!
Now!
Cease the pressing pleasure!
Do!
Cease them all, before I die.
Please…

Hear my voice, chocked by laughter.
Look, my smile is tearing my face!
Look at my crow’s-foot from joy.
Look at my eyes crying in joy.
My joyful life I enjoy!
You are killing me.
Leave me alone!

I’m tired to get rid of you, happiness.
Curse on all your jiggles and giggles!
Curse on your constant presence!
Curse on you and woe!
I am playing knowing you not, rather.
Who are you happiness?
I don’t know.

Benyamin Bensalah

12.06.2017

Noted indifference

Darkblue sky. The Venus’s bright.
The moon’s somewhere. Stars are there.
I’m alone. As I’ve grown.
I’ve no goal. I play no role.
The stars are dying. But still brighting.
I’m not crying. But I can’t wait dying.
This night. This life is meaningless.
Just a primate. With extra stress.
Under the nude sky. With extra dress.
This moment. Small-time torment.

Benyamin Bensalah

24.07.2020

Bangarang

The weather has four bends, but I always end like..
BANGARANG!
Winter is an ice-glass, I step, then..
BANGARANG!
Spring is flu-ent in Rainish, say this:
BANGARANG!
Summer is a hell-hot hotspot, the password is..
BANGARANG!
The fall is falling crying into the wind: Yeah..
BANGARANG!
I don’t say that the life’s shit, but if you stepped in one, just say:
BANGARANG!
Oh, BANGARANG!

Benyamin Bensalah

23.09.2017

Self-rampage

I wish to offer blood-sacrifices to random dark forces around the world,
Waiting from them dark powers to fight my inner world.
I shout – No, I roar war against all the good inside me,
Death for all the humane forces intruding my savagous me.

I want to feel less than a python hanging and choking its enemy,
My streaming blood feels thirsty only for ferocious energy.
My flesh wishes pain for itself and for others’ flock,
All my senses want to burst out in a senseless amok.

I would rather take a bath of blood and guiltiness,
Than facing my weak humanity’s sacred filthiness.
I would cut out my guts, liver and heart,
Or cut out all the others’, cuz I am sick of my heart.

Benyamin Bensalah

10.10.2017

The bint

With my bare eyes bent,
On the street roaming,
Here I am.

A veiled flagrant bint,
Like silken flowing,
There she is.

See! Evil eyes sent,
Phantoms’ appraising,
Here’s a ghost.

See! Hunger’s advent,
Phantoms appraising,
There are men.

A bare moment spent,
Centuries seeming,
Here she is.

My eyes are still bent,
Hers are challenging,
There’s a bogle.

Like a fairy’s scent,
Heavenly tempting,
Here she is.

Fragrance of fresh mint,
Alfresco meeting,
There she is.

How long glance she sent,
I gave up counting,
Here’s a ghost.

The phantoms were pent,
I am triumphing,
There she is.

Now and then she went,
My head is turning,
Here I am.

I had been a gent,
Now we are meeting,
There’s the bogle.

Her lip’s in vile bent,
They made me loosing,
Here’s a ghost.

I need to repent,
There’s no one seeing,
Where is she.

My bare eyes are bent,
I feel am diving,
Where I am.


Benyamin Bensalah

24.08.2017

Hot boring summernight

Boredom has sewed dark clothes for the nightly sky –
Dark blue with white glitters.
The leaving sun wondered on it, forgetting its fry;
The heat urged the knitters.

The little ants kept collecting the bread’s morsels –
Their hardworking had no stop.
A kitten was watching the march of the little mortels,
Thou, it slowly started to nod.

The chirping birds left with the coming of the boredom –
Silence borders the night sky dress.
The nothing itself was building us the cordon
On me, that heats, geeks and sweats.

Benyamin Bensalah

13.07.2018

A moment away of sorrow

Oh God, I’m happy in this morning,
Being free of problem solving,
Living loving the road I’m hitting,
The misery I’m passing through.


Oh, how I would be free to suffer
Other mornings and another,
Filled with oh-such charming pattern,
Being happy after all.


Oh happy! Seeing all gifts that matter,
A marrow and a loving mother,
Ever radiating on the darker-darker
Sight that I’m still having though.


Oh, the obscure morrow and yester –
All those possible disaster
Are enlightened and farther- farther
Now.


Oh God, I’m happy in the now-happening;
I wish this moment pending padding,
I would leave all those doubtful setting’
And resting for ever in a now.

Benyamin Bensalah

12.11.2018