shimon weinroth Poems

why do you squint sir, to see more clearly,
the sun in my eyes, orb of the heaven blinds
at night time, the other divine body too weak
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is fun, mean and malicious
all it takes is some kind of chatter
idle or intensional, illusionary or functional
talk and a lending ear, someone to hear
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Vicarious voyeurs lurk
In lower depths of guilt
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Critic Critic be more specifc,
Don't tell us of your thoughts terrific
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Loblolly pines and poplars, acorns and pawpaws
Warmed by loess and humus
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Long before we learned to speak
They could alight, glide and fly
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Unique

I am one of many
One of too many
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I have made you
More than you are
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no eliptical door, barred
rectangular shadows
triangular reflections
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motion and commotion
stampeded, wrecked
bottle necked
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