gershon hepner Poems

Turning on a paradigm,
I have tried extremely hard
to be godly in my rhyme,
hoping to be avatarred,
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They used to think that it was drought
that drove the Anasazi out
of southwest cities on the mesas,
to die there, like forgotten races.
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Fun and frolic, fashion, flash,
lechery and chamber pots,
lots of women seeking cash
from the men who have the hots,
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Hard on her saddle now riding her cycle
my lady engages the road less than me,
and seems to be frozen in thought, an icicle
for those who don’t know that her feelings are free.
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If you’re accustomed to a constant ream
of cyberinformation, you’ll be bored
when digitally you’re deprived. Your stream
of consciousness won’t be restored
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Regard me, one side and the other,
each side is not the other’s brother,
for usually each side’s in hiding
behind my artifice, the siding
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Bars that keep a felon in,
keratin and melanin
trap the colors on the tail
that a peacock loves to flail.
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As gifts to Solomon the Sheban Queen
brought lavish presents, Cushite gold
and precious stones and incense, clearly keen
to prove that she would not withhold
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In a second cheetahs dash
a distance of so many yards
the animal can be as rash
as bad and bold blaspheming bards.
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Beauty should be cause of doubt,
remaining as a paradox
within a fog that, with lights-out,
become its combination locks
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