Nero CaroZiv


Nero CaroZiv Poems

361. Abandon Your Books 8/12/2010
362. How Happy He, Who Is Free From Love’s Bare 7/25/2010
363. Have You Ever Been Enslaved By Love? 10/26/2011
364. Who Would Be There To Tell Me 12/4/2011
365. Here He Lies 7/12/2013
366. The Willow 8/11/2012
367. I Have Loved Thee 12/10/2012
368. Home Alone 9/30/2014
369. Leaves 1/11/2015
370. She Stood There 1/24/2015
371. Shabbat 1/22/2015
372. Fallen Love 3/12/2015
373. A Child Walk 2/8/2015
374. Grow Up Flower Child 12/21/2012
375. God Or Nature? 7/23/2010
376. It Does Not Fade 8/7/2010
377. I Stand And Watch A Tree Of Sturdy Oak 4/24/2011
378. My Days Of Youth 3/7/2015
379. She Said Good Night 2/7/2015
380. Innuendo 3/5/2015
381. Who Would Stand At My Grave 4/4/2015
382. Why You Only 6/6/2014
383. Is It Possible? 9/29/2015
384. Longing 2/23/2014
385. Cruel Jaws Of Time 10/6/2013
386. A Book Bazaar 12/18/2010
387. An Autumn Night 10/30/2011
388. Oh That It Were Possible 7/24/2010
389. A Walk In Manhattan 7/24/2010
390. Is It Gone? 7/24/2010
391. I Have No Thought In Me But You 8/7/2010
392. The Haunting Of A Hunter 8/7/2010
393. Winter Twilight 1/26/2018
394. Thorns And Petals 11/8/2015
395. Memories In Ripples 9/17/2017
396. A Morning Rush 6/28/2011
397. How Does She Smile 12/25/2014
398. Wild Strawberries 3/20/2015
399. Lost Childhood 9/9/2014
400. The Shade Of Death 9/11/2011

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The Shade Of Death

The shade of death is made of a canopy piercing cold
That mortal eyes ache and cannot comprehend or behold
Yet when mortal eyes are closed
And death, cold and pale the limbs reposed
Shall the disposed soul then wakes and roaming it seen
Asking: 'where are Eden's Golden keys? '

Some claim that grave is Heaven' gate
Where rich as poor, royal as commoner, all around it wait
A tale, a fairy, a feeble since old age told
Yet no one from there returned to this story enfold


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My Life Crept Long

My life has crept long; so long like a bird limping on its broken wing
Thru hardship and dismays, abuse, haunts of horrors and fears
Nowadays I come to be grateful at last for one comforting thing
My mood is changed to vigor and strength being with my love for time in years


Changed, when the face of the night is soothing; fair as a nun on dew dawns
Bringing back the happy summer nights of childhood sandy dunes
Remembering all along past years stream of agony that flashed blinding white

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