gershon hepner Poems

Can ladies who delude
themselves when they denude
themselves fake it
when they are naked?
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Pavarotti beats a chorus.
Lots of voices tend to bore us,
but one, ringing true and loud,
reaching top C and low browed,
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The taste of a strawberry warm from the sun
reminds me of you when I kiss
your lips that are hot before we have fun
adding cream that will blanche them with bliss.
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“What was on the other side
of 'Some Enchanted Evening? ' ” Groucho asked.
Hammerstein and Rogers’ pride
was not in any way by him unmasked.
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Gardens should not be
unchanged, but modified,
reducing the ennui
from old growth that has died
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Within an ancient palace of Beijing’s Forbidden City
lies a hall that is endowed
to literary glory:
to understand its story,
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When the number of the women Stewart Mott
had slept with in eight months was reckoned to be forty,
he said that though it was quite true he’d screwed a lot,
he didn’t think that he had found so many naughty
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She’s got that vibe
that all our tribe
puts under raps,
and I, too, am smitten
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Americans no longer order a Bellini
in Harry’s Bar in Venice. Hemingway
might well have done, but who today can pay
so much, the euro being mighty, dollar teeny?
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By the Tigris’ and Euphrates’ ancient banks
remain eight Jews, the remnant of about
one hundred twenty thousand, broken ranks
of a community whose lights went out
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