shimon weinroth Poems

The sun and rain
Contested the season of the day
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Memory does not emerge alone
Relives the act within the mind
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Hoax of the past
Hopes for the future
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got a letter from Jake, so gusty and jesty
that even Leo silver would blush
gossipy and to the point, nothing weak about this guy
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hurry up and decide
some one else wants it
take it or leave it
put up or shut up
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I feel, for you,
of all the senses, this
must have been the first
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truly 'Ignorance is bliss'
gosh I forgot yesterday -
was Friday the thirteenth
i stepped on cracks, walked
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I put my head on your shoulder
you put your arm around mine
we communicate, but it's not enough
we need words to pet and flatter
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soft pleasant to touch, bends and buckles
malleable, soft and tender, licks the texture
of adjacent strata, soft billowy clouds,
quivering breasts caress the eyes
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there will be no one to whimper for them
at harvest time the barchash swarm
surrounding the kibbutz man
who braved nature's elemental
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