Gershon Wolf Poet Free verse

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   Boos echo in the canyons of our ears
      Jeers vibrate like cymbals 

   Performers mistake them to heart

   Though they merely honor the primal urges 
      of raspy voices, of bellows-like lungs

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David Crandall September 25, 2025 at 8:03 PM Interesting poem. It must take a lot of guts to be a performer.

sara Etgen-Baker September 25, 2025 at 5:24 PM insightful words, Gershon. Especially liked: Boos echo in the canyons of our ears Jeers vibrate like cymbals nicely done, sir!

Joe Maverick September 25, 2025 at 11:24 AM Withought Love we are as the cymbals Or a clanging gong..' Even though we Talk the language of angels.' If we have Not Love.....)

Joseph P. DiMino September 25, 2025 at 4:39 AM Pavarotti, you can't go wrong.