Details |
Avi Cohen Poem
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
Copyright © Avi Cohen | Year Posted 2013
|
Details |
Avi Cohen Poem
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...
Copyright © Avi Cohen | Year Posted 2013
|
Details |
Avi Cohen Poem
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
Copyright © Avi Cohen | Year Posted 2013
|
Details |
Avi Cohen Poem
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
Copyright © Avi Cohen | Year Posted 2018
|
Details |
Avi Cohen Poem
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
Copyright © Avi Cohen | Year Posted 2013
|
Details |
Avi Cohen Poem
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
Copyright © Avi Cohen | Year Posted 2013
|
Details |
Avi Cohen Poem
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
Copyright © Avi Cohen | Year Posted 2013
|
Details |
Avi Cohen Poem
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".
Copyright © Avi Cohen | Year Posted 2013
|
Details |
Avi Cohen Poem
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
|