Eli Spivakovsky


Eli Spivakovsky Poems

1. Jeremie - A Jerusalem Love Story 8/6/2016
2. The Colour Mafia 8/31/2016
3. You Can't Drown In Snow 9/9/2016
4. Proof Of God, Baby. 10/27/2016
5. Shifting Boats Crumble 11/1/2016
6. Hannukah Haiku 11/1/2016
7. Child Prodigy 11/1/2016
8. Dark Black Cherry Blossom 11/1/2016
9. The Astronaut's Dream 11/1/2016
10. Asian Android In Digital Snow 11/1/2016
11. 7th Floor Angels 11/1/2016
12. D 12/3/2016
13. Interior Stars 12/21/2016
14. Mezuzah Haiku 12/25/2016
15. Celestial Flower 6/30/2016
16. Underwater Ballerina 6/30/2016
17. Comrade Laika 6/30/2016
18. Corps Of Wet Doves 6/10/2013
19. Calculation Of Gold 1/5/2017
20. The Royal Jelly Of Jerusalem 1/10/2017
21. Space Haiku 1/17/2017
22. It Snows On The Mermaid 1/18/2017
23. The 6 Million Are Doing Fine 1/28/2017
24. Leda And The Swan - My Take On The Myth 2/1/2017
25. Multiples Of 11 2/3/2017
26. Troubadour-Conquistador - A Fairy Tale 2/4/2017
27. Little Daisy 4/29/2017
28. Meet Me In Antarctica (Final Draft) 5/10/2017
29. Karma Chromosome -new- 1/16/2018
30. Genevieve -new- 1/17/2018
31. Leda And The Swan (Again) -new- 1/17/2018
32. The Spaces -new- 1/23/2018
33. Lushenko The World's Greatest Ice-Skater (Poem For Children) 10/20/2015
34. The Receiver 7/31/2016
35. Banners 12/25/2016
36. Requiem For My Sister 1/10/2017

Comments about Eli Spivakovsky

  • John Chizoba Vincent John Chizoba Vincent (12/15/2016 5:37:00 AM)

    Good one

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  • Rishi Thakkar Rishi Thakkar (10/27/2015 10:39:00 PM)

    Interesting blend of love emotions sacrifices and motivational thoughts in your writings.keep up the good work and do find time to go through my page

Best Poem of Eli Spivakovsky

Requiem For My Sister

I can't say you were covered in flowers because that's not the Jewish way, we cover the grave in stones.
I remember when you showed me the shape of a bird under your eye, it looked like a flying swallow, but so tiny, it could be mistaken as a freckle.
You also showed me your short life-line. 'Look, see? ' you asked, showing me your palm, and it was indeed short....
How are your bones decaying, o beautiful one?
So pretty, you'd inherited the helix for that.
I remember how you left home when we were kids, how you turned the street corner and I running after you, imploring you ...

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The Receiver

Your Pacific urges,
crack through old technology
marine-drenched cables
and the international telephonic corridors
of epic, sonic, optic rush and pause
conducting and over-lapping,
delaying the sound of rain
in the background
where you live

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