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Tag Archives: Poetry
An Ode to Shaked’s Gallbladder
You’ve been a resident in Shaked for 24 years One would think getting rid of you, would bring one to tears. However over time you’ve brought nothing but strife You don’t do your job, so now you get the knife. … Continue reading
Bushy Birthday 2009
Bushy, Violets are blue Roses are yellow Happy birthday to you Cause you’re a jolly good fellow! What words can express The father you are? Nothing comes near On contraire! All goes far You’re one of a kind A precious … Continue reading
Writers Block
I wake again in our bedroom, vouchsafed another day, ‘Vouchsafed’ is a verb, or so it seems; that’s all I know of what it means. But if I guess I might be wrong, the story might become too long. Despite … Continue reading
So Many Things
We have so many things that we still want to say Those go on and go on, and we can’t sing all day. So instead, we will do our best to speak from our heart, But who the hell knows … Continue reading
White
White can be empty, and lifeless, and still, there’s no white in a rainbow, or white on a hill Yet white is a swan glowing with beauty and grace as it drifts across the lake in a slow peaceful pace … Continue reading
Rain
Rain is the power of cool fire. Fierce yet gentle, flows but creates its own path, and cries not only for itself, but for the dwindling and decaying world around. These tears that have fallen seeped into my skin and … Continue reading
Colors of Courage
Red is deep passion, The love that stays bold, Red is the hatred, the will never unfold. White is the silence, That tore through the clouds. White is the smoke, That drank up the crowds. Blue is the sky, Endless … Continue reading
Color of My Life
Yellow shines cool passion; an unspeakable calm. Yellow is the light breeze, caressing the world gently and comfortingly. Yellow is full, and warm, and lustrous; yellow is a smile, vibrant and tender. Yellow is bold heat, yet soft and sensitive. … Continue reading
Blue Night
The dress of a shadow, draped in eerie black, Swings by back and forth, like an empty sack. The world’s in deep slumber and the air is quite still, But the moon is awake, vibrant aloft the hill. Despite the … Continue reading
Animals
Like animals we attack, and like animals we think, The blood and the tears of others we drink. With bursts of rage, and wars of beasts, That will later be celebrated over delightful feasts. The paths that we take, and … Continue reading
A Tribute
A Poem about my Grandmother In the burning flames of the fireplace, I see my grandma’s warm face, And I yearn to feel her secure embrace. I wistfully stare outside the window frame, Gazing at the incessant rain, And long … Continue reading