shimon weinroth Poems

standing in the field of fresh cut Alfalfa
bleeding blades, of sweet and sour
their dirge, a song of fragrance,
I find myself in this midst, gazing
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are too one sided, personal, and ill
designed for overfill and kill
filled with histamines and poisons
of a kind, cause the host to stumble
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is driven by gain
chariot and champion
of inert to act
of idle to motion
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it's a very serious operation
you might die, too traumatic,
I couldn't survive more than
two weeks, after your demise
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a long line of hopes, expectations,
waiting to come alive and thrive
a beam of sunshine, morning primrose
dose of pep, trill, thrill, a bundle of nerves
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sired of lofty genes, aspired to the skies
trees sprouted branching out
tangled entangled, electronic waves and wires
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evolution of language,
a trail and trial of agreements,
conventional, hosting contacts
with a syntax of, by, for, and of each word
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I have stomach cramps, a charlie horse,
on my thigh, gasping heart that sighs
host of polyps lined along the alimentary
canal, vying to dine on my food and being
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I saw it on TV, a plane over disputed land
search and find a running object,
darting from here to there, in broad daylight
pilot pulled the trigger, destroyed the object
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innocence asks,
why is the sky blue
and the grass green,
guilt asks, of blue and green,
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