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Photography, Poetry

Be My Sweetie

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The streets of Jinotega

A spur of the moment capture. I caught sight of the boy scooting down the street. I followed him with the lens.

 

Be My Sweetie

May the good Lord

Bless your heart

Giving me that endless

Love,love…

You are my sweetie

Oh, yeah baby

Sunshine and happiness

On every road we travel

You are my sweetie

Oh yeah baby

Sunshine and happiness

Only you can give

In my heart

You’ll always

Be my sweetie

Be my sweetie

Be my sweetie

May our love grow

To be true

And in my heart

You’ll always be mind

You are my sweetie

Oh yeah baby

Sunshine and happiness

Only you can give

Our love will not

Be in vain

My heart will always

Always be yours

I’ll be your prince

Build you that road

To travel to Heaven

You and I

In my heart

You’ll always

Be my sweetie

Be my sweetie

Be my sweetie

In my heart

You’ll always

Be my sweetie

Be my sweetie

Be my sweetie

You are my sweetie

Oh, yeah baby

Sunshine and happiness

On every road we travel

You are my sweetie

Oh yeah baby

Sunshine and happiness

Only you can give

You are my sweetie

Love, love…

Love, love…

Photography, Poetry

Let The Day Be Ours

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A Wild Orchid, near Jinotega Nicaragua

Let The Day Be Ours

I know you don’t

Love me

Stay awhile

Enjoy the day

We are just

Two lonely people

Always searching

For that one love

Come

Take my hand

Why don’t you stay

We can enjoy the day

Let this day be ours

We were lovers

So long ago

But got lost in time

So why don’t you stay…

Yesterday, yesterday…

Was so long ago

Tomorrow too far away

Let the day be ours

We could love again

Forget about yesterday

Just enjoy the day

Then maybe tomorrow

Why don’t you

Come home to stay

We will find a way

To share our love

I know you don’t

Love me

Stay awhile

Enjoy the day

Come

Take my hand

Why don’t you stay

We can enjoy the day

Let this day be ours

We are just

Two lonely people

Always searching

For that one love

Photography, Poetry

Beautiful Warm Sunny Days

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Spring has come and gone

The rainy season is over

Summer has arrived

In the mountains of Nicaragua

 

Beautiful warm sunny days

The land has become parched

Leaves have fallen

Over the dry land

 

 

 

 

Photography, Poetry

Off We Go

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Off We Go

The sun is coming up

Peeking through the trees

The birds are singing

The clouds are fleeing..

Grandpa gone to the barn

Off we go…

Through the ocean of grass

The wind she’s a blowing

Just me and the hound

Over the field,we bound

Full of joy and laughter

A boy and his dog…

Spring is here

The flowers are blooming

Across the field, down by the hedge

The grouse are drumming

Off we go…

An old logging road beckons

Calling to the hound

Down the road we bound

Off we go…

Hurrying past the barn

Grandpa milking the cows

Calling to the hound

His nose to the ground

Off we go…

A rabbit goes a running

The hound in pursuit

Just a baying

Off we go…

Through the sugar maple bush

That ole rabbit goes…

Twisting and a turning

We follow in a rush

That ole rabbit been around

For me and the hound

Now going slow…

Give up the hunt

With his tongue hanging

Comes the hound

Nose to the ground

Going slow…

Grandpa gone to the barn

Off we go…

Through the ocean of grass

The wind she’s a blowing

Just me and the hound

Over the field,we bound

Full of joy and laughter

A boy and his dog…

Photography, Poetry

Oh So Lonesome

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Oh So Lonesome

Have you ever gotten

That feeling, of feeling lonely

Of feeling,oh so lonesome

In a cold,cold home

Her love is gone

Her heart turned cold

As cold as a stone

I think I’m in the Arctic

I feel so benumbed

Her angry words frosty

Like the cold North wind

You left me behind

I know I am to blame

I asked for your forgiveness

But you had no mercy

I know we have been

Through troubled waters

She told me, she had no trust

I was like the dust

Blowing in the wind

She had made up her mind

To leave me behind

Have you ever gotten

That feeling, of feeling lonely

Of feeling,oh so lonesome

In a cold,cold home

Oh so lonesome

In a cold,cold home

Oh so lonesome

In a cold,cold home

Photography, Poetry

Oh My Gosh

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Rivas, Nicaragua. At the ferry landing Lac Nicaragua

Oh My Gosh

I was told by my mamma

That I would meet, a lady

That would take my breath away

That was my destiny

Well just the other day

I saw my destiny

She stood there looking

Doe eyed and sweet

I was all a flutter

Tongue in a knot

She said hello

I thought I melted

Oh my gosh

Oh my gosh

Well you know

I found my tongue

But all I could say

Oh my gosh

She wore a red dress

Tight and alluring

Those smoky eyes

Kept pulling me closer

Those soft red lips

Just a teasing me

Long black hair

Straight and sparkling

She got swinging hips

Oh, those shapely legs

What a pretty lady that

Oh my gosh

I’ll take you in my arms

Hold you tight

Tell you, you are my destiny

To the end of time

I just want to

I just want to

Make love to you

Oh my gosh

Oh my gosh

Oh my gosh

I have met my destiny

She takes my breath away

Photography, Poetry

Looking For Heaven

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Looking For Heaven

As I lie in bed

Covered in the darkness

Of night

The night sounds beyond

The window

I got to thinking about heaven

Maybe I have been looking

In all the wrong places

I thought some more

I ask myself

Where is heaven

Is it up beyond

The stars

Maybe below my feet

But when I look into

The depths of my love’s

Dark brown eyes

I get that feeling

That I have found

My heaven

I see peace and tranquility

A love so deep

My soul is at rest

My heart rejoices

For there is my heaven

Deep in those dark brown eyes

Ken Bennison

Photography, Poetry

A Boy is Born

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A Boy is Born

Twas in the city

Of Matagalpa

On a damp, wet night

In the poor side of town

A boy is born

The father long gone

His Mother all alone

He haunted the streets

In Matagalpa

He begged for food

Stole when he could

Learned to be a fighter

To survive the streets

In Matagalpa

Coming of age

He shined shoes

Then joined the army

Told them, he wanted

To be a truck driver

As the years moved on

He saved his money

Bid his time, left the army

Started a trucking business

In Matagalpa

He was now a self-made

Businessman

The trucks became numerous

The money being made

For the boy, now a man

In Matalgalpa

He married his sweetheart

A daughter was born

He never dreamed of

Raised with love

Promised her an education

That he couldn’t have

Ken Bennison

Photography, Poetry

Deja – vu All Over Again

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Concepcion Volcano, Ometepe Island, Nicaragua

Deja – vu All Over Again

Got me a red Mustang

Wrapped around me

Cruising down the blacktop

Doing a hundred and twenty

Far away stars lighting

My world

The landscape blurring behind me

As the night draws down

I can’t get her

Out of my mind

Her image haunts me

Like a dark shadow

My mind is tormented

My mind is in a fog

For the love.. for the love

Of a girl

Deja – vu all over again

The burdens and weaknesses

It is a road not taken

For the love of a girl

Deja-vu….

Deja – vu all over again

Deja – vu all over again

The tenderness of being loved

To feel the love, freely given

Light as a feather

Deep as the sea…

Waiting on a Sunday

To feel the love

To promise you

All of my tomorrows

The landscape blurring behind me

Just me and my mustang

Lost in thought

Waiting on a Sunday

Photography, Poetry
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Ometepe is an island formed by two volcanoes rising from Lake Nicaragua in the Republic of Nicaragua. Its name derives from the Nahuatl words ome and tepetl, meaning two mountains. It is the largest island in Lake Nicaragua

Grandpa And I

I was four years old

Swinging on the gate

The street is empty

Waiting for my grandpa

To come and fetch me

I was excited, as I waited

My bag was packed

Watchingthe street

For that big ole car

To come up the street

The sound of a car

Coming round the corner

In a cloud of dust

Braking at the gate

Kissed Mamma goodbye

Bag in hand, Grandpa waiting

Climbed in the front seat

He tousled my hair

Gave me a hug

With a big warm smile

We stopped up town

For a Coke and ice cream

At Belfoy’s Store

Then left town, heading home

To the farm

But times have changed

My Grandpa is gone

The farm is no more

It is now a memory

To fondly remember

I think back in time

At that magical time

A special bond we had

Just Grandpa and me

Time shared together

Ken Bennison