Art Abc Poems

The First Paradise

We humans are related to the dolphins 
not so smooth, that's why we stayed  near
sea was shallow
Fruit trees grew near the shoreline and 
often apples...

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Angry Conifers

Trees in the avenue
have a weird sense
of humor
Long roots cracking up
finely laid cobble stone 
pavement
Slightly bent easterly
give pain in the lower
trunk
The younger trees
bleat about...

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Walking to Rome

On my way to Rome, I walked with a group
of Jews who had left Israel because it had
become a racist state
The Jews were...

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Endurance 

For we are the blessed 1% surviving
The long night in a nameless town
and meeting two well-dressed Arabs
gentlemen suited in the style of 
ninety thirty-two and floral...

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the accident 

When crossing the street, cars had stopped 
to let him cross in respect for his age
He was thinking of death; he hoped it would...

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True animal story

One-legged seagull
sat on the roof near the chimney
it was a male gull, its feather
worn like he had been
in a battle and needed a...

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Time's little sister

She is so very young time has been around 
for eons, his beginning forgotten 
in the haze of no time
Yet, she was there...

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The actor I knew

Mikael Elphick, a talented actor
 I admired
he liked to read my poems and said they were like stories
and therefore, easy to read...

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Horn Music

In the late forties and middle fifties 
horn music and military marches tunes
were often parlayed in the town's park 
and we lived nearby and...

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A film star
It was not her creamy body that caught 
My attention, nothing unusual about it
Curvaceous, yes but going soft, it was 
Here eyes, in...

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Nazi time

Uniformed men with ice blue eyes, marched
Up and down the street, bomb fell, earth shock
And I was two years old
An officer with steel rimmed...

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After the concert

Now, in the afternoon of my life
My thoughts are about love and romance
These pesky things are disturbing 
My tough exterior makes me soft...

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The Genetic pool 

I’m my father’s son, I carry his genes
He is a part of me that is inseparable
If I hate him, I dislike myself...

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Serenity

At the corner shop
They have sold out happiness 
On sticks 
They sell fresh bread
Also, plastic toys 
The greengrocer next door
Sell carrots, cabbage, and leeks 
But...

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Haiku
A season is over
Golden leaves softly fall
The breeze is absent 

Bushes have blooms
Intact but covered in dust
The town waits for storm.

Indoor plants sag to
Sorrowful for...

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