shimon weinroth Poems

In outer space
there is no waste
energy changing
conserved, preserved
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cluthch a stone, feel hardness
peer at a blank wall, measure bleakness
eye the darkening sky
shut away in prison or old age home
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a pink rose
permeates, sinks into my being
creeps into my senses five
filled with feelings so alive
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four million years ago
or more or less
by replication amino acids built protien
hydrogen replaced methane
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Nothing, is forever, anything can change
Everything has a never, Nothing is, forever
an inside out sleeve, a turned down collar
rumpled crumpled trouser leg
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At the end of the glen there is a den for ten,
we never really know, what's done, will grow,
reap and harvest,
hung up, rejected killed and disconnected
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Slighted, let it go unnoticed
perhaps chance, circumstance
contrivance of verbal dance
without repartee repair
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Why me, can you not see, I do not seek, to be
more than mediocrity -
How often have you and I, in our ignorance
asserted that we are no more than normal
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sometimes when I hear
what I say or had planned to say
it's not at all like
what I had thought
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let's exchange films, but they're repeats
who cares, John Doe doesn't remember
and they did, screwed him,
who is John Doe-don't you know
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