shimon weinroth Poems

Financial times and imagining, pity full rhymes
the poetic form and the norm
catch Fancy's desire to perform
in the kingdom of mirrored micro
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They are not my kind, crinkled or blind
proximity unbearable
devalues real estate
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Currents gone astray
are winds that boom
from faraway
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Rise and shine,
Tell the dogs not to whine
I'll be out to walk them
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aroused and quickened
by enchanting beauty
sacrificed
the womb that bore
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I am post impressionist by birth
modernist with growth
whatever that means
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a picture on the wall, a picture on a billboard
a picture of an E.C.G, are just pictures after all
an X ray of the skull, scannng of the hull
the tomagraph of visceral, a search of inside out
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there are too many
they are too many
they are always too many
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tell me true
that what I knew
will tomorrow be
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I feel for you
of all the senses this
must have been the last
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