Itai Oscar Poems

You pull me up
with your words
of encouragement
giving my feet a
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He spit his words like bullets out of a machine gun
My ears absorbed every word like a dry sponge to water
The words were not words of hate
But the words were words of truth
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With my bucket of understanding
I draw from the deep well of
wisdom from the heart of a
silver-haired man.
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At the midday of my life,
I take a glance at my rear view mirror
behind me I see speed humps, curves and road blocks
I come into cognizance that there has been a delay
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In the middle of the night
when owls are having their lunch
and you're lying in between the
sheets
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My muscled up healthy smile
approaches you, arms outstretched
for a warm embrace
But in return your smile stretches
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Sitting alone on an old ragged couch
Your legs crossed and a hand on your chin
Your eyes staring into space
Your food going cold in your plate
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The differece between a Painter and a Poet
They both see a picture in their minds
A Painter expresses it through brush and paint
A Poet expresses it through words
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Early that morning Abram had
told Sarai to pack their belongings
'cause they were leaving their
kindred
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Looking at the facade
its aesthetically pleasing
but when one peeps
behind the walls
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