Brian A. Bendall

About Brian A. Bendall

I was born, raised and have lived in southern Ontario, Canada all my life. In my teens I developed a keen interest in music, art and writing. I went to art school and eventually became a mildly successful graphic artist. But music, at that time, became my only true love. Mom bought me my first guitar with ten books of green stamps when I was fifteen and I never stopped playing it. I went on to buy many other guitars and performed in several bands, the last being Cherry Coke, which included my wife, Marlene.

Marlene passed away in 2012 after 29 years of marriage. I lost my ability to play guitar due to arthritis, so I turned back to writing. I had been composing short stories, poems and songs since I was thirteen, but mostly for my own amusement and that of friends. My wife’s death, however, made writing a necessity to help fill the void that was left me. When I write, I try to use humor as a basis for most of my poems and songs. It is my feeling, you don’t have to look very far to find sadness in this world, so I would rather try to make people smile or even laugh with what I have to say.

I do not consider myself a poet by any means, but I try to put some aspects of life into funny stories that rhyme. Some pieces are based on reality, and some are fantasy, just plain silly or, in some cases, risqué. If they make you smile or brighten your day, it’s all been worth it.

    Poems by Brian A. Bendall

  • How High's The Snowfall, Mama?

    • Published: February 20, 2019
    Funny Poem About Dealing With A Huge Snowfall

    in Humorous Poems

    How high's the snowfall, Mama?
    "One foot high and rising!"

    I'll eat my food and watch the game.

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    • Rating 4.54
  • My Sister, Are You There?

    • pending
    • Posted on 01/07/19
    Hope To See You Soon!

    in Sister Poems

    Often, when it's late at night
    And no one's 'round but me,
    My mind will travel back in time
    To a Sister dear to me.

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    • Rating 4.20
  • A Little Red Riding.....Rooster?

    • pending
    • Posted on 01/04/19
    Change Is Good, But Be Careful What You Change!

    in Funny Poems for Kids

    Maynard had a dairy farm,
    Eggs were its production!
    And fifty hens that did depend
    Upon a male's seduction!

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  • The Thing!

    • Published: January 2, 2019
    How To Make A Monster

    in Funny Poems for Kids

    I once set out to make a fiend,
    A gruesome thing that no one's seen.
    A massive gore of teeth and claws
    With sixteen eyes and monster paws.

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    Hi Debra,
    I'm very happy you liked my story. I try to put a bit of humor in most of my writings. Smiles are important in a world filled with sadness.
    Thank you,
    Brian

  • What's Your Belief?

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    • Posted on 12/12/18
    What Do You Believe In?

    in Inspirational Poems

    Do you believe we came from space
    And clever Aliens made our race?
    Or did we start (there is belief),
    From Adam clutching at a leaf?

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Stories

  • Brian A. Bendall, Hamilton Ontario, Canada
  • 1 month ago

Hi Debra,
I'm very happy you liked my story. I try to put a bit of humor in most of my writings. Smiles are important in a world filled with sadness.
Thank you,
Brian

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  • Brian A. Bendall, Hamilton Ontario, Canada
  • 9 months ago

I, too, have lost a loved one too soon. I see my sister every day in my memories. It's been almost 30 years since she passed. One more day with her would hardly be enough, but if available, I would take it in a second. The talks we had, the games we played, the laughs we shared would be a welcomed addition to my fading life...if only for one more day. Beverley passed away at 47 years of age. I loved your poem and I'm sure many others will, too. Thank you; I couldn't have said it better.

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  • Brian A. Bendall, Hamilton Ontario, Canada
  • 11 months ago

Thank you. I wish I could've written this for my Mom. She was the savior I didn't fully appreciate. I hope she can forgive me. Mom, I miss you.

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