shimon weinroth Poems

she tells me what to do
even while I am
or plan to
or think I am
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I'm not a racist, I just don't want, to live with them
What makes you think, they want to live with you,
See, it's them, they are bloody racists,
I wonder why, they don't want to live with me
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a thorny stem
with a head full of petals
soft to the touch
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I sat down and cried, wondered why, magic died
Do you know of its demise,
Now I fear and dare not dream of miracles
And how we came about, and fables full of doubt
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you incline your head,
vessel which chambers, sweet thoughts,
tilting my senses to follow,
each posture a symphony of magic
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with a cup of wine
come dine with me,
on thoughts of mine,
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gloved against contact
by weather and epidermis
pop crinkle and crackle,
mute sonic traces of
...

She

She is everything
That I am not
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Bottled up and boxed in
Again and again
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from one worry to the next, I'm worried
at intervals and pauses,
I find time to worry
one man's worry,
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