gershon hepner Poems

Please lady please, do play our song
again, it isn’t over yet,
though I sometimes done you wrong,
those moments, lady, please forget.
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Words can be blunt and instructive,
but frequently they are destructive.
Far better perhaps to be Trappist
than savagely, hip-hoppy rappist,
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Sweetening the bribes she proffers,
Medb offers friendship of the thighs,
allowing men to fill her coffers
like a champion bull. She tries
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I was in whirlwind and thinking of girls
and batons that high in the air each one whirls,
but now I think only of you, for you’re movin’
my body in ways of which we’re both approvin’.
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From Hart Crane the title,
though given by Martha
to Aaron’s recital;
there’s nothing he’d rather
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Baby, you must know that I’m entangled
up in your blue eyes that match my own.
Other flighty females, more new-fangled
than you, don’t do for me what you alone
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Once nine billion names of God were known
the world would end, the monks declared.
When scientists transferred them from a stone
on which He’d written them, they then compared
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Though I’m often very sad,
an alter ego makes me smile,
emotionally not ironclad,
virtually versatile.
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Martinis, cosmos, four-inch heeled Manolos,
no longer catch our fancy, it’s a pity;
and for four women who contended nolos
become the pleas. There’s still sex in the city,
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Macho sometimes, sometimes melismatic,
I vary my technique depending on
the babes I am pursuing, and get vatic
before I take them to my pantheon,
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