shimon weinroth Poems

A flower has no affectations,
neither vain nor digust, apathy or distrust
is made to attract wonderment and love
herald of creativity
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Space is finite
and not eternal
Space is.
And time measures the vastness
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City dweller, lives in the cellar
of natures bosom
Ground that is now concrete
cracked here and there
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There are causes and causes
For which you know very well,
There are lost causes, humane causes
And those banal causes
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Blurs of movement slashed across the green
sashes of uniforms and teams
running down the fields up to the goals
dizzy scenes racing back to defend their own
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Is reason to fear, and some ideas I hold most dear,
By idols I swear, apparel and ornament I wear
Is not clear, what causes praise or sneer
Rumours spread by witches sighs, plain innocent and spies
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I remember Coney Island, the beach teeming with limbs and hams
breasts vibrant and moving, puberty and the glaring sun
raced my juices around, I oogled my cousin of 22 as her dress
floated to the sand revealing a one piece bathing suit
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Tinkle, tinkle
Twinkle, twinkle
Delightful
Sound and sight
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most people don't read poetry
And when, and if they do
reflect- upon what pertains to them
glance and pick at fruits
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Color seeped in
Mordant salts startched the fabric,
now sun waves peep out soft
rainbow pastels that have caught
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