S.J. Goldner Poems

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A Timeless Message, A Final Lesson

Burning thy bridges—dost thou make you happy, my daughter?
When all is said and done, will you not be standing in a heaping pile
of ash and soot? Of the wreckage of a life once so well-lived;
I love you, my daughter—but I cannot stand by to see this:

Price Of The Season, The

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The days since you
have been more than difficult.

Savvy Gambler, The

I search for things to cloud my mind,
to maintain a dulling of the pain.
The suffering is drowning,
but the sense of self is ever-growing.

To Love Is Now An Option.

I will continue to live.
To love is an option.
When life has torn your gut out
and swallowed it whole,

Valentine's Day

A petite blonde gives her beau a lingering hug in the street;
she is leaving him and i can feel the bittersweetness of their parting.

An elder couple, hand-in-hand, wait to cross the avenue

Young Fred Astaire

I looked up at her, “I can dance.”
No kidding. Let's see.
“Don't you like the way I dance?
Darling I like everything you do.

The Yard Cat

If your cat stays at the sliding glass door, stares - oh she stares -
feeling like a slave when indoors
you might have on your hands, a yard cat for sure!

Progression's Modern Repetition

this is the beginning
this is the end.

Swamped and deranged

Just Shy Of Socratic Inquiry

I'm librating betwixt
The cool and the unoriginal.
Someone help me out—
Tell me what's stale

When Words Are Left To Say

Maybe I'll die when I'm twenty-five
And maybe you'll love me then.
If I die when I'm twenty-five
Will you be sure to tell me when

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