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Misogyny - For Sylvia Plath

There's a cold dark place 
Sylvia Plath has been inside 
A kind of sacrificial lamb
An experiment of sorts 
Misogyny for the masses
A Hitler for wives 
Dust that, rub this, 
Lunch is cold, you shall pay! 
Only one way out
Put the lunch in the gas oven
Warm it up real nice and slow
Then turn it up
"Is that better,  Heil Hughes"

Misogyny

Footnote 

There is speculation whether Ted Hughes drove his former wife Sylvia Plath to suicide

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Black Roses - a Poem For the Girl Who Died From Cyber Bullying

One day a girl died
Hung herself
She was 16
No one suspected
That Emily, happy Emily
Was being bullied on the 
Internet
But she was
And she took her life
At the funeral were black roses
For the supposes
Suppose she couldn't handle it
Suppose she had depression 
anyway
Suppose she was weak
Suppose she....

Emily left behind a brother
A mother and a father
A best friend and a dog
And all the supposes that
Come with cyber bullying
The biggest suppose being
Isn't someone supposed to do 
something


The Denny Foundation
Was set up to create awareness
About cyber bullying and it's 
effects

......And she took her life
At the funeral were black roses


See

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/ne
ws/article-2395484/Hannah-
Smith-funeral-Fam...

http://www.dennyfoundation.or
g/2011/12/cyberbullying-if-
you-are-being-bu...

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The End of Poetry

The cat beneath my feet
Is someone I would never cheat, 
I wonder if she realizes
That the end of poetry is near

Grandma cooked soup
Chicken soup of course, 
I wonder if she realizes
That the end of poetry is near

North Korea has the bomb
The south are reluctant to respond, 
I wonder if she realizes
That the end of poetry is near

He reads the signs and turns his back
This load within his heavy sack, 
I wonder if he realizes
That the end of poetry is near

He shakes a fist to his God
In rage before he receives the nod, 
I wonder if he realizes
That the end of poetry is near

I wonder if he realizes
That the end of poetry is near

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Jihad

Lord 
What we only did 
To the Native Indian 
The Aboriginal 
    To the Jew 
The Armenian 
“Just wars”
I come not to bring peace 
  I come not to bring peace 
I come not to bring peace 
  I come not to bring peace 
I come not to bring peace 
  I come not to bring peace 
I come not to bring peace 
  I come not to bring peace 
So pick up your sword to kill 
  The truce of God 
Shalt not be 
  No; here 
 In this holy war 
 Jihad 
    Lord 
 Master of Peace
    Creator of life 
        Death has come

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Midnight By Silent Lake

Like razorblades
knowing the difference
Midnight by silent lake 
Flat serene only birds 
Rustling in bushes  
Two eyes in a moonlit sky
Amongst a million stars 
Life peace hope and  
My love,
My honest love for you

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Saving You From Hitler

In my dreams I am touching you
Kissing your mouth softly
Then harder and harder
My hand touches your breast
My lips move to your nipple
As you undress
I am in heaven

Today it was a merry time
Walking amongst the crowds
On the Champs-Élysées
Past the Arc_de_Triomph
Your golden smile
Your hand touch
Fingers sweet

Never has France loved
Like this before
Every kiss a testament to love
As your earlobe in
my mouth rests
I am in love
Once more

It was 1944
The Liberation of Paris
You were with me until
The very moment
That freedom came
Came to open
Our door

So in my dreams
 I am touching you
Saving you from Hitler
Free amongst
 the crowds
Tanks at peace
At last
And I love you

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The Black Charred Door

The kitty is crying 
By the door she frets
For her lover is gone
To the war she dreads
She waits and waits, 
Day in, day out  
Screeching in pain 
No end in sight, 
Oh drats!

The sky is waiting 
To be blue again
For the fire 
In the clouds
And the tumbling rain, 
O Lord I wish she would be clear once more 
So the children can escape from 
The black charred door 

Kitty, 
I will your tongue remove 
For your suffering is tiresome 
And your paws unclooved 
Your master returns not, 
Not from the war
And your children 
Shall not escape, never, 
From the black charred door 

And thy shall perish Kitty 
Perish,  Perish 
Thy shalt not escape 
From the black charred door

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The Infamous Other Side - Dave's Story

Dave walked toward the city 
bridge
Earlier he had slammed the 
fridge
For yesterday he had been fired 
After three long years 
unemployed and tired 

So walking across after parking 
his cream car 
Looking across the sky to the 
one star 
A zombie pulling him to the 
edge 
Laughing at him all the way 
across the ledge 

Then he jumped into the water 
From a height no doubt a well 
planned slaughter 
He had planned to visit the 
infamous other side 
So he flew like an eagle wings 
spread wide 

SLAM into the ocean Lord 
Hallowed be thy name (he 
thought)  
Thy kingdom come 
Thy will be done

When they buried poor Dave
The man no one could save
R.I.P. upon his stone 
Why me?  his eternal groan 

Dave's wife sobbing in prayer: 

"Our Father, which art in 
heaven,
Hallowed be thy Name.
Thy Kingdom come.
Thy will be done in earth,
As it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily 
bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive them that 
trespass against us.
And lead us not into 
temptation,
But deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom,
The power, and the glory,
For ever and ever.
Amen".

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Come By Cliffs

If you want to know,
Then walk amongst the cliffs
And see the gulls in flight
And wonder why,
Why the cliffs are now
Carved in,
And after millions have now 
been
There's a walker on the side
And the narrow cliffs not wide,
And the child is slipping by
And the gulls above do spy
Do spy the people running wild.

If you come by cliffs 
today,
Come and hear what God does 
say
To the walkers on the side
Just slipping by
Just slipping by

Copyright © Avi Cohen | Year Posted 2013


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