gershon hepner Poems

If you’re accustomed to a constant ream
of cyberinformation, you’ll be bored
when digitally you’re deprived. Your stream
of consciousness won’t be restored
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Regard me, one side and the other,
each side is not the other’s brother,
for usually each side’s in hiding
behind my artifice, the siding
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Hard on her saddle now riding her cycle
my lady engages the road less than me,
and seems to be frozen in thought, an icicle
for those who don’t know that her feelings are free.
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I, of rhyming fond, itch
to rhyme. It is a bondage
blank poets cannot match,
since they aren’t up to scratch.
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On the first day, God said: 'Let there be
some light! ' and till today it fills all our lives.
One hundred million years from now, then, He
decided that with butterflies and hives
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Timelessly I waste, awaiting
something that is less specific
than the joys of South Pacific
that cause me highly aggravating
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Like moths to the flame
the tabloids all flock,
and put men to shame
with a shudder of schlock.
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Bach means brook, which turns into a stream
of consciousness that flows
into the oceans of the mind, whose dream
its measures recompose
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As gifts to Solomon the Sheban Queen
brought lavish presents, Cushite gold
and precious stones and incense, clearly keen
to prove that she would not withhold
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Where yesterdays began
tomorrows will resume,
after the todays that ran
without much elbow room
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