Biography of gershon hepner
I am a physician who was educated in England and moved to the US in 1968 and to LA in 1976. In addition I am a scholar of the Hebrew Bible, and have written a book, Legal Friction: Law, Narrative and Identity Politics in Biblical Israel, published by Peter Lang Publishing in 2010. I am the father of four children who are all above average, and grandfather of nine exceptional grandchildren.
gershon hepner Poems
My language always is precise, but I’m prepared to take advice from people who can’t follow what I’m saying. When I’m being hot,
Once You Touch A Butterfly
Once you touch a butterfly it often, flustered, fails to flutter, and cannot soar into the sky without a sputter and may splutter,
The beauty of a ruin may be best appreciated by a rank outsider,
Of almost bare, the derriere of women wearing underwear that covers little, I would sing, and thongs that are designed to cling
Accentuate The Positive
Accentuate the positive, I said, and minimize the negative, and then lift up your head. Look in my eyes,
Portrait Of A Marriage
Before the marriage can been framed the canvas has to be unrolled, and even if the artist is unnamed make sure the story that he’s told
Doors I Never Close
Doors I never close cause millions of regrets, like yesteryears whose snows no melting heart forgets.
It's A Man's Man's Man's Man's World
It’s a man’s man’s man’s man’s world, but it’s really nothing if you haven’t got a woman or a girl by whom you’re whirled around, around, around. There are a lot
And God Created Woman
The generations of the earth and heavens are this poem’s story: how man was first to come to birth, and woman then became his glory.
Death Of Rachel
In Bethel he had seen the gate of heaven, and by the sight had truly been beguiled: the patriarch returned there with eleven young sons, plus Rachel, who was big with child.
Barefeet Without Wings
She climbs the mountains without shoes and as she sees the summit she sings a theme, afraid to lose her way. She hears me hum it,
She taught me laughing, rolling on the floor, acronyming it as rofl, salad days with her I think are more than merely mayonnaised kartoffel.
What’s absent in the picture counts as much as what is present and portrayed. Like unvoiced words we can’t pronounce, its lasting after-image does not fade,
They said: “We must get rid of him.” in jealousy and hate they wished to tear him limb from limb, but two of them said: “Wait! ”
Claiming to have done due diligence,
Harold Pinter, being prized, derides
Americans, who suffocate intelligence
voluptuously on cushions supersized.
(I think he’d say the supersizing thing
applies to people more than to fat cushions;
pejorative the word has got a ring
that resonates, I think, with his illusions.)
Voluptuously as cushions oversized,