shimon weinroth Poems

we are born of woman
from man
hosted by her, we learn
of warmth and security
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wrongs done to one another, soar
let slip the dogs of war
now ghosts and skeletons let free
roam and jump with laughter and glee
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No such thing
As one that is apart
yet all things
are one and a part
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Morning sun lights up
smooth clean feelings of order
careening off white pimply walls
spattered cement, granules jut
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there were my thoughts
where no thoughts ought to be
fantasies and dreams
dancing in side of you
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The generations of dad
can not deal in
computering and electronics
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I worry, you tell me not to worry, be happy
there is nothing to worry about
but still I keep on worrying
it's easier to worry than be happy
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His picture taken by box camera on a tripod
a stolen image made to grow with time
Every two weeks my father would take us to see
the patriarch, chief of flowing beard
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There are things that we know
are not questions of belief
Our planet is not the center
you and I are not the omphalos,
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She got it right,
I would not have believed it of her.
How is it she got it so right
did I underestimate
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