Adam Berman Poems

To see the London Bridge
and to think of you
To sit and watch an opera performance
and dance for you in my thoughts
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Dear brother, thank you for your last message.

Sadly I tell you brother,
my mind is not well
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I adored you briefly

Your eyes reflect all the beauty
that this world has to offer
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The rain in their faces
The wind in their hair
upon such a morning
a feeling of despair
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Father, dare I say,
I did not know true beauty until this day
when a little woman
bowed down to pray
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I love to love you love;
and I love to call you love;
They say it's not wise; but it doesn't need to be smart
for you have love written on your forehead
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a branch with 13 little branches
got ran over today by a bus
but the news never came
Noone to hear and start a fuss
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The whisteling wind; the mother trees dancing until stripped of their leaves and left naked to welcome the winter.
Rabbits that dropped from the sky; still continue to fall on my roof. I am being watched with hidden cameras, as I hide beneath my bed; away from them and the light of the cross.
Soviet birds that crawl the dust are aiming for my white balloon.
Multiplied satellites made out of human flesh are sent out to stalk me in my alien tracks.
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My lev is the target of arrows;
I see your smile in the leaves of the autumn
and hear about it from the sparrows
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The hurting bird that fell
has little words to tell
and so it continues to fall
through the pain of the first
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