shimon weinroth Poems

It drove me mad
To see Rita's shadow bumping
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Prefigured for more
Rose to height
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I picked and cut the stems
Of sweet pea flowers, for my beloved
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New Breed

She is pretty and young as well
A disarming smile
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Paperweights

Sitting on desks
Hold down memos and memories
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Perverted

Behaviourisms
Extreme and excessive
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bitten by little chances
tears at the heart
swim to the brim
eyes are dimmed
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you're as old as you feel
the old man stuck his hands
between her legs
the old woman powdered her nose
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The art of evidence
Is dead
Rhetoric may be used
And held against you
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too many facors involved
too many causes to be resolved
more than one solution,
mathematic, logical or emotinal
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