Benjamin Stone

A man is a man,You can tell with a lamp—Diogenes says—But you’d call him a tramp.A dog is a dogIf you bite when he barksFor who is the man?And who is the mark? A beggar is richFor he knows more than you.Why should you toil,Or labor for food?You just need existAnd contribute your ownUnique, special giftsAnd your worth will be known. Your brilliance … [Read more...] about A Man Is A Man, By: Benjamin Stone

The richness of cheeseThe thickness of reamsOf paper cannot be debated. The first bite is heaven.I think I’ll have sevenOr eight if it takes to be sated. There isn’t one kind—The sharp with the rind—I have to try all ‘ere I die. Cause nothing quite pleasesLike beautiful cheeses.And that, my good friends,Ain’t a lie. [This is a Featured Poem from our Spring 2024 … [Read more...] about Beautiful Cheeses, By: Benjamin Stone

All my old haunts are haunted. Like houses filled with ghosts. The memories remain, they say, like Soldiers at their posts. Everywhere in town, there is a Place I used to be. Everywhere I go I find a Little piece of me. We danced for years out in these streets We paved the road to God. For any following to see The road is straight and … [Read more...] about All My Haunts, By: Benjamin Stone

Oh, My God! It's Raining! Can you hear the thunder roar? The rolling off its bass notes And the pounding of the storm? The raindrops fall like waterfalls. They’re beating on my roof. Sort of sounds like Santa And his little reindeer hooves! I so love the storms and how they Help our Nature heal. No one who hates thunderstorms Will ever know the … [Read more...] about Oh, My God! It’s Raining!, By: Benjamin Stone