Shimon Weinroth - Poems
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Poetry Series shimon weinroth - poems - Publication Date: 2008 Publisher: Poemhunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive shimon weinroth() www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1 ' Humble And Humane species, species one and all who is smartest of them all- domestic animals invented, breeds caged to feed, to work, to please for comfort and our ease, can they think, ache and communicate we gathered and wandered vast steepes, arid deserts, smokey jungles climbed craggy cliffs, immigrated to seashores and off shores ranged and roamed the planet paternal scientists became of their fate and destiny feed starve and eat, often make extinct humane and humble ask, can they think shimon weinroth www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 2 ' Times Supplement' I had been reading the literary supplement if I were an anthropologist or social apologist I'd find it possible to assimilate their adverts and perverts and all the other mixed up beings and jelly beans, Mexican jumping beans Pythagorean beans and more beans we have tasted beans of knowledge, had I discarded and littered the garden no beanstalk would have sprouted, Oh, Jack the Giant what the hell it's only recycled paper shimon weinroth www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 3 A Bag Full Of Scruples to market to market a bag full of scruples, hear me one and all, they are worth their weight in gold to ward off the evil eye and simple pie man, come one, come all, have a peek and seek no more some are fat some are sleek, blends with all, served up with sauce, marinated and peppered by know good with hot tea or ales for what ails you, whiskey too, get your scruples without onions or leeks, fresh and crispy, one for mom, one for dad, one for the big bad wolf, one for witches brew and gargoyles stew, rainy days, my scruples are best, do not heed the hawkers mine were grown in bias and contempt, exempt from taxes of morals and so called morality, one dung hill is as good as the next, scruples tender and untested tasty too free of genetically improved, mo authorization needed, scruples free of inter-dependence, recommended by the amoral, they are not costly, one for every bad deed, without guilt, cheaper by the dozen, don't twaddle the time is now, eating his fill of ill will, he was buried with scruples no better no worse, without scruples he could not be laid to rest, cremated perhaps, shimon weinroth www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 4 A Blush Is A Blush For all to see Paint brush of inner feeling Colors the face With crimson signs Of sweet emotions Or some other kinds A momentary effusion Mixed Signaling the true Or misconstrued The innocent Or the lewd shimon weinroth www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 5 A Cat In Residence the cat she sits, a stoic, purrs and meows as fits her mood, the cat she sits and does not move, as befits a statue, on the mantle piece table or window sill, then with a whirl she moves from place to place, soon stretching out and lies about, suddenly, starts and startles, remembering something she has forgot, runs up and down the steps chasing her shadow or something more profound, dances up and down and all around, flops on the ground and sighs her secret kept we in a quandry wonder, what makes her dreams come true www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 6 shimon weinroth www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 7 A Cup Of Wine with a cup of wine come dine with me, on thoughts of mine, Bacchinal or Dionysus or more sedate, wine, aged for time of taste tickles the palate, tittilates the mind, sip from the well of memory ritual and ceremony, serious and light, wine from her vines arouse the senses cloud the issues brighten the spirits raise a cup of wine for old lang syne shimon weinroth www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 8 A Different Slant from my gallery of faces he has the softest eyes I have ever seen, watery and doe full is it compassion and empathy that I see, or some rheumy humor bathing the scene all doubts are washed away by the sonorous baritone, the soft and delicate tones of interest and feeling and a shy smile, now I know what she sees in him, the seas and oceans, green fields, skies blue, and merry meadows too, they are his sun and her moon a divine dance of heavenly bodies admiring and circling each other with a love that lives breathing a notalgia an infinty at echoes shimon weinroth www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 9 A Dilemma for every cause an effect what created the cause, another effect, sounds too circular to accept, doesn't explain, the why only tells the history of a sigh and if I can know the source will it change the orbit of course, deny the sigh and why, or should I believe in forces beyond exchanging ignorance for bliss, rely on it, assume the why has caused it all will it change my life, the struggle and strife shimon weinroth www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 10 A Fine How Do You Do she tells me what to do even while I am or plan to or think I am by now, I should and would know what I want to do, if ever I sought advice it is only her, I would seek has she no faith, I know what to do, of course she has but she knows better how, what and when, to do so when in need I'll ask, if she stopped telling me what to do, I'd think she didn't care anymore, stiil it's often annoying being told what to do shimon weinroth www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 11 A Fourth Dimension boxed in framed pin pointed vanished unannointed pin pointed framed boxed in unannointed vanished shimon weinroth www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 12 A Good Man I'm not even sure of the meaning of good or how close the modal of should from the core of the motive to an act of compassion is free of the germs of subterfuge and the viruses of cheat good relates to another, I was born of a mother into the species called human not always humane learned and imitated, fed by a mother ueaten by father - Are acts of good, directed by should and conditional would shimon weinroth www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 13 A Grain Of Salt And More the other me slithers out of peep holes, cracks and crannies slides and spreads, rolls and multiplies filling the here and vast beyond rides the golden chariots, glides on the wings of fantasy begetting dreams of dreams, floating on clouds wrapped and cloaked shedding my skin, dropping my leaves hung up to dry, dominated by lack of means, I shrink wither and recline by moods eluding and flirtatious devoid of trauma, drama and catharsis indulge myself into realms of there sometimes I can be followed, pride is of no use guilt and blushing have no place, I am free, of electronics too on a vacation, from some of myself shimon weinroth www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 14 A Hopeless Case from one worry to the next, I'm worried at intervals and pauses, I find time to worry one man's worry, another man's cause for contemplation be aware, be alert, be cautious of course they say they're not worried women don't take the world as is forever trying to change and if they can't it's environment, or male counterpart after God put us here, we worried got a soul or invented one. still I'd rather worry than have no hopes thus from one hope to the next I'm worried shimon weinroth www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 15 A Jit A Jot A Tiny Dot gloved against contact by weather and epidermis pop crinkle and crackle, mute sonic traces of viruses leaping, aborting from one cell to another gamma photons popping up at strange spots twinkling out disappeared from the screen without requiem and ressurect gassed out pass away flow with time into sparkling space shimon weinroth www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 16 A Lady Of Stature This lady of stature whose shadow bumped into mine creature of compassion inquired is she well, The feeling spoken as seen by the eyes, outgong and caring, another human identifies How lovely, this lady of stature who hears my silent sighs and cries and takes a moment to ask shimon weinroth www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 17 A New Religion Terrorism Bottled up and boxed in Again and again They try to get out Banging fists on the walls Shouting till they are hoarse beating and kicking The unmovable borders Till they are senseless Tempers so frantic Full of hatred In such a state Humane and humanity Have lost all its pity Why do we ask them To consider Our side They are the monster That grew out of dispair Samson in agony One last act Calls out for revenge Now they have made A religion Of such heroism shimon weinroth www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 18 A New Set lately many symbols seem to melt, wilt and decline is it something in our food, something in the air that dulls, a hovering cloud, energy from the past, loss of faith, forsaken hope and a dozen other reasons is it love and empathy shed a ballooon deflated have apathy and satire taken over the libido emotions ruled by logic blinded the eyes of memory other forces have replaced symbols telling us what and how to do in ball parks and stadiums packed festivals, mass gatherings thrive, jive sing and dance a new tune symbols of the past put to rest new ones appear like mushrooms in the rain shimon weinroth www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 19 A Philosophy Of Heroism heroes are not easy to come by heroic acts are a different story.