Dale Harvey Poems

Yad Vashem is the Jewish Holocaust Museum in Jerusalem


Bantering, full of boyish bravado
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Our banter at the bus stop, or sitting on a wall
when your breath ran out, buoyed us both.
But you have gone from know to knew.
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Whiskers aquiver, a sliver of moon
cracks the black ice of winter's cloudless sky.
Perched high on his bough, the sniper will soon
have deadly use of his own night scope eye.
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Labyrinthine torment
a cavern of endless fear.
Courage fails the heart.
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Conkers in the yard
swing hard
stand back.
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Like dandelions, at any time of the clock,
we huff and puff our seeds into the world,
believing they will survive, if not thrive,
no matter how poor the soil they land on.
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Register for your tax concession here
for your marriage is society’s glue.
No pushing in, form an orderly queue.
Register for your tax concession here.
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She modeled herself as a sylph
till an egg cup served as her urn.
For beauty’s sake her diet starvation.
She modeled herself as a sylph.
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