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Hope For Humanity

Just read a tale of 
   a horrendous murder in California
Makes one lose faith in humanity
My uncle saw the 
   death camps in 
Europe during World War ll
  Also shakes one's faith in humanity 
Yet, I believe 
  that out out of the 
        ashes 
a phoenix will appear 
    and fly upward 
and as it soars 
   it will sprinkle 
love dust 
   on those on the 
ground 
     and leave kindness 
and laughter 
   in its wake

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My Rock and Roll Friend - Gone

They broke the news 
to me today 
    That my friend - who loved rock and roll 
          had left this mortal coil 
We used to burst into song 
    when we saw each other 
He loved screaming guitars 
    and played one himself 
He died in his forties 
   He wasn't watching his health carefully 
which is something we all should do 
I remember the times
    he shared his food with me 
  He was generous in that way 
My rock and roll friend is gone 
  Now I'll have to sing metal tunes by myself 
We all we face the grim reaper 
  but his passing came too soon, too soon 
I will think of him 
  When I hear rock and roll from my radio 
His memory will live on with his friends and loved ones
Another rocker gone....

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Background Music Before Sleep

In the asphalt homeland 
I lay down to sleep 
   In the background 
a saxophone wails
  and relaxes tired muscles 
Streetlights cut through the darkness
    The day has passed 
as days do 
   This city dweller 
wishes to head off to 
    dreamland 
Jazz in the background 
   lets his mind wander 
through sweet pathways 
     not created 
 by the hands of man 
   My heart beats with a rhythm 
stolen from the heart of the city 
Sax wails, drums beat 
pianist plays lovely riffs
     My dreams will be filled with joy 
 tonight 
for I know 
   there are plenty 
of 
others
in 
this 
city 
   who will join
me in the jazz fantasia  
   which awaits us

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Night In New York

This city demands to be explored
   It aches with the yearning of a living metropolis
The broad masses of the people 
   take sustenance from it 
    One cannot help but believe that 
the city is a living organism 
Does time tell everything? 
   Time is a manic relative of this city 
   If you know this you can survive in this urban homeland 
You can thrive when 
    you know that 
the swift pace of life here 
   keeps you on your toes 
   You can survive 
when you realize 
that the millions pounding the pavement 
are searching for the peace you seek 
The bright lights which shine in the shadows 
are reflected in a million eyes 
Every time you see a smile in this city 
      Treasure it 
for the hectic pace of this asphalt homeland 
allows for only brief moments of love

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Evening Haiku

Taste of the moonlight 
As the city begins to dream
Sorrow disappears

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Art For Art's Sake

There are plenty of Ayn Rand followers around
but there is something called "Art for Art's Sake"
   I have gotten paid for writing - even sold some poems
However, I feel that Art for Art's sake 
   is not a lot of nonsense 
Poetry can liberate the spirit 
  and bring to life feelings that money just can't buy 
   So does Chock Full of Nuts coffee
However, I don't drink coffee 
preferring to mellow out with some tea
        "the green kind"
I certainly wish success to the Green Pavillion poets 
    All the time realizing 
   that 
   writing is a great escape from the troubles of life 
I. also realize that there are some 
    very great poets out there in the darkness 
        who never get up and read their work
who will become known in the future long after we have returned to dust

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Persistence Furthers

There are I'm sure
people 
who 
will 
tell 
you 
to 
stop
    I'm also sure 
you will persist
  in your literary 
efforts 
Some may say 
its only poetry 
   but we know 
different - don't we friends?
Poetry can change a life 
  It can even change societies 
     You might not achieve fame until after you are gone 
Poetry is for the ages 
People may be reading you 
in a couple of millennia 
Sobering thought 
After we disappear 
our poems may very well
bring a smile 
to people who love the genre

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The Power of Imagination

The land has 
much to teach us 
    Middle Earth 
is a place 
Where evil has been defeated 
The warm hearths 
   of the Shire 
The bravery of 
Gondor's men 
  The marvelous 
craftmanship 
of the dwarves 
and the gorgeous 
   singing of the Elves 
on a  summer night 
   and
   the
   magnificent 
   steeds
   of 
   Rohan 
leaves us with a 
   feeling 
that we have visited 
  a better world 
than our own 
  The worlds of imagination 
can seem more than our own lands 
Come, friends 
  join us 
 We are taking a trip to Middle Earth 
and will be there all evening

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Another Day Before Nightfall

Pen to paper
So no tears today
Monday back to slavery 
I cast my out my lline
Hoping for a bite from a female fish
Do you not see what is meant by love ? 
Do you not see what is meant by peace?
Shalom is where its at, friends 
SHALOM IS WHERE IT IS AT!

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Silent Piano

My late father 
    played gorgeous music 
on his Steinway 
Debussy, Ravel, Beethoven 
    along with his own compositions
He set eight of my poems to music 
   I sang while he played
Every Hanukkah he would play "Rock of Ages"
   on the keyboard
 The piano is silent now 
His students preserve his legacy 
   with their compositions 
Music - like poetry 
can melt the heart 
I sit here on an autumn day 
Remembering my father 
People leave this mortal coil 
That is our fate! 
But some leave behind great poetry and 
   music in their wake 
   Seems like they are almost immortal!
The piano is silent now
   But I am still here 
and hopefully inscribed 
   in the book of life for a good year
My father being gone for a number of years 
   he left his mark on future generations 
by giving them the gift of music 
And he left 4 new individuals in his wake 
I am one 
I was a fairly good son 
The piano is silent now 
But memory persists 
  And one can take joy in that!