A twisty tale between irony and truth

A twisty tale between irony and truth

A Poem by J.A.Bentley
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"What is that!"
"Relax," I told my mind
whatever it is
will make itself known in time

Knock, knock came resounding through my head
"What ho! Who lays there? Better be quick to talk
or I'll take you captive and shoot you dead!"

"It's me, Mr. Worry. Nothing to fear,"
came the quiet and lucid reply.
"Allow me to rest and warm my bones
for it is cold and dark out here."

Rising from my book and wine
I approached the keyhole 
with gun in hand and 
cautious in mind.

Tiptoe, tiptoe
hold, pause, resume again
I went to gather
whatever a gander could lend.

Peeking through the keyhole
at Mr.Worry my eyes were met
by a whole multitude of shadowy forms
I recognized a few from before:
Mr. Doubt, General Distrust, Deacon Religion
Mr. Worry, the speaker,
with Mr. Fear in tow
followed by Mr. Death and Sir Coldness, (just to name a few)

"Mr.Worry," I yelled through the door,"Are you alone?"
I have little room to spare you see
and that's the only way I can let you in
to rest and warm your bones."

I saw some shuffling in the ranks and files
Mr. Worry pushed a hunched
and unassuming figure forward with
a perfect face of darkness and devious smile
"Yes I'm quiet alone out here...by myself." (here I heard and saw some figures chuckle)
The figure said somewhat coaxingly, 
"So please allow me in
to regain my strength and recover my health."

"I know that voice from anywhere! It's Lil' Lie!
Trying to pull a fast one on me again are we?
I've allowed you and your gang once and twice before
enough for me to know your tricks this time!
I did a little looking by and by so see who has the job
of kicking you and your cronies
with all your tricks, games, and shame
out of my head, out of my thoughts."

A hand rested strongly, softly upon my shoulder.
"Lord! You scared me there," I exclaimed.
"Here are the guys I was telling you about,
Lil' Lie in front, Mr. Worry over there."

My God, he moved quick to work
slicing and dicing with his sword
till none was seen nor were heard.
He posted watch outside the door all night
and stayed there throughout the day
taking captives by the throngs
sending them away
allowing me to rest and work 
sometimes on the weekends relax and play
with overall strength in my heart and peace in my mind.

I must remark, upon reflection
that this warrior 
is better than that one that
Deacon Religion tried to offer.
I recommend Him 100% of the time.

© 2011 J.A.Bentley


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this is cool
maybe some tweaks to release the flow, but such a cool concept
nice man

Posted 13 Years Ago


Very well done! The rhyming sort of stopped rhyming in the longer paragraphs but who cared! The story was brilliantly told ;)

Posted 13 Years Ago


So very creative. A comforting aspect as well. My favorite of the day. Well done!

Posted 13 Years Ago


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J.A.Bentley
J.A.Bentley

Macon, GA



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There are things, places, events that mark my life and give me inspiration to write down poetry. Usually these instances last only a day or two after the inspiration, so if I can't be found I could ju.. more..

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