gershon hepner

Rookie - 10 Points (5 3 38 / leipzig)

gershon hepner Poems

761. Facing Mecca 12/6/2007
762. Facts And Broad Theories 9/21/2009
763. Facts Of Life 2/16/2009
764. Fade Away 12/19/2008
765. Fading Flower Of Fidelity 7/6/2008
766. Fail Better 5/6/2009
767. Failure Of Success 7/12/2009
768. Failure To Communicate 1/2/2010
769. Failures 4/5/2009
770. Fairy Tales 12/17/2005
771. Faith In Uncertainty 8/27/2008
772. Faithfulness 3/19/2008
773. Faithless Jews And Catholics 10/28/2008
774. Faking It When Deluded 6/17/2008
775. Falcon Is A Fake 9/2/2008
776. Fall Fom The Quotidian 12/7/2007
777. Falling Like The Berlin Wall 1/19/2010
778. Falling Off The Ladder 2/22/2009
779. False Idols 7/30/2008
780. Familiar Places 7/24/2005
781. Familiar Touches 2/14/2008
782. Family Man 5/27/2008
783. Fanatics In Paradise 6/20/2009
784. Fanny Fatigue 4/24/2006
785. Fantasia Of Verses 2/27/2009
786. Far More Important Than Sincerity 8/26/2009
787. Farah, Far From The Madding Crowd 6/28/2009
788. Farnsworth House And Falling Water 12/31/2009
789. Farsi Farts 6/17/2009
790. Farting 2/16/2009
791. Fashion With The Past 12/28/2008
792. Fatal Eagerness To Please 3/7/2007
793. Faust 1/7/2010
794. Fear And Anxiety 12/17/2008
795. Fear Of Hoping To Get More 9/8/2009
796. Fear The Deafness 10/15/2009
797. Fearsome Embrace 3/1/2006
798. Feast Of Ants 11/26/2009
799. Feast The Heart 1/30/2009
800. Feather Brains 11/2/2009
Best Poem of gershon hepner

Abraham

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,
some people cannot understand
my arguments since they’re not bland,
and even when they see I’m pensive,
they sometimes find my words offensive.
Although I try to be pellucid,
it is a nuisance that is deucèd
that I should be accused of being
obscure when I am disagreeing
with people who do not esteem
my words. It wasn’t Ibrahim
who walked with Ishmael to Moriah,
but Abraham who lit the fire
beneath young Isaac. ...

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Ground Zero

Who was the man who sat last night
at the table next to ours,
trying to impress, but quite
as fallen as Trade Center Towers?
He seemed to me to be a ghost
of who he once had been, deluding
himself his life was not now toast,
without a chance of any new
beginnings. What thoughts ran through his mind

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