shimon weinroth Poems

I am crest fallen
that winners
live in the state of euphoria
and loosers
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departures leave an empty feeling
a vacuum in the pit of my stomach
gut feelings are quite different,
they take a stand, have expectancy
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a beacon beckons
from my lighthouse
through the stormy blizzard
raining down dazzling torrents
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A point in space
a point in time
the point in question
is where, everything goes
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they listened and snickered
he had said buttocks and breasts
prude and prissy, embarrassed, grimanced
ghoulish faces sketched
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If I do it long enough
I'll get it right
if I do it too long
I'll get it wrong
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Phenotype
vied for dominance with
Genotype
but the friendly neighbour
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Thought concieved by sense
senseless though it be,
percieves that other, part
-
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every time I open my mind
letting them
peer
into deep recesses
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flaming emotions
born of single sparks
whipped naked ends
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