gershon hepner Poems

How d’you think that I am batting
with my poetry tomcatting?
Do I score you as a run?
Are you ready for some fun
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Verticality will often kill
collaboration, but when horizontal,
the spirit is allowed to spread and spill
by fraternizing freely, being frontal.
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Hand-written, not made in a factory,
one’s placed upon the forehead where,
anterior, the fonatenelle lies bare
for the most capital phylactery.
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When a schlub falls for a hottie,
and is trying to be naughty,
he’s more likely to be dumped
and to slump than to be humped.
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If to kiss you’ve got the urge,
I suggest you do not splurge
on lipstick. Let the labia
entice possessors of the rapier
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The views of people in the pews
ain’t necessarily what those
in pulpits teach when they accuse
the adversaries whom they oppose
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For men who’re dirty, old and hunger
for gorgeous women or their likeness,
a gift they’ll treasure will be shunga
of lesbians making love. No dikeness
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Arm in arm with Bob, freewheelin’,
Suze became his cover girl,
musically and sex appealin’,
causing Dylan’s heart to whirl.
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Metaphoric mist,
like similes that rain
upon the page resist
the meaning that is plain,
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Finding dharma in the dirt
is easy if you follow Zen,
but if a bird thou never wert,
it’s hard for bourgeois gentlemen,
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