Best Cohen Poems

Standing before the microphone,
blank faces stare from cushioned chairs
Jewels sparkle, acting like they’re real,
while bow ties just seem sad…it happens

Marching to the beat of clicking heels,
unbuttoned vests as strange eclipsed spotlights
illumine smoke swirls in overhead rafters 
flowing from my ember’d fingertips

And my hair is a...

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The End of Love

A secret grief rips apart all that was
Slaves to the sexual caresses of time
Stallions in black gallop gallantly in fields
Of spring full wishes
Thou seeith the birth of love
Naked hopes surrounded by sweet perfumes
Seduced by the gods or by demon fools


Dancing, towards our...

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Nuancing Andrew Cohen

"If we are interested in learning how to engage with consciousness
at higher and higher levels,
to consciously facilitate its evolution within us
and between us,
we need to look more closely
at the extraordinary phenomenon of [nondual co-arising] emergence
in matter,
in biological life,
[in economic life,
and in political systems,]
and...

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Oh, God, tell me why
You made my bones
From dust
My soul
From 
Hebrew 
Clay

Tell me why 
You made my mind
From storms
Dark remnants
Of the day

Reveal all your secrets
Why you placed me
In this
Pain

Show me a 
Hidden
Higher 
Path
The one 
From which 
I strayed

Refill the pool of
Laughter 
Whose waters
Have been 
Drained

God

You...

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Darkly touching at the soul for a pulse
Painting sordid affairs with shy lovers
Simple strung elegance meant to engulf
Voyeurs drawn into satiny covers

Deep soft chanting, contrasted by crying
Expertly picking out exalted chords
Selections of angels underlying
Electronic organs ring for the Lord

Examining forms from bleaker futures
Through crystallized visions...

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On Saint Pat’s Day, with the Guinness flowin’
All night long the blarney was blown’
I’ll trap a Leprechaun—I’d shout 
With chicken soup, not stout!
Then caught the rarely seen Lepre-Cohen!

Written 3/27/22...

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Cohen Sang Song

Cohen sang song which was a carol;
Now they have Trump over a barrel;
He started new cult,
Called sexual assault;
Not only that presidency is imperil.

Jim Ho Ho Horn...

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Not so swoon Lenny

                                      You're driving me crazy...

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Cosmic Economic Science
presents echo-foundational intent
teleology
purpose
meaning
for ReGenerative EcoTherapy impulse
events
persons
moments
memory
enculturation
evolution
revolution
of egoSelf's external worldview.

ReGenerative EcoTransParency co-gravitated
this entire life-ecosystem,
and when Revolutionary ReGenerativity awakens
in our own bicameral hearts and minds,
we become copassionate with/as/for/of
healthy compassion's
wealthy economic enlightened
and politically empowering 
evolution.

In each full-lived, -willed, -intended potential moment
there could be no other positively...

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There was a boy
Playing on a swing
Deep in love with life
Loving everything

And he'd speak to God
When all alone
Making deals with God
'Bout his dreams and hopes

When the night would fall
And he'd lie in bed
Listening to the tunes
Playing in his head

And the boy made a wish,
Prayed to...

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If I could divide the smell of flowers
I'd send some to the falsely charged
Locked in prison cells
Send some to the lonely seniors
Trapped in apartment hells

Send some to the weary miners
Sweating beneath the ground
Send some to the invisible people
Hauling our garbage round

Some answers in life are...

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In dreams I appear and take her
Down a path she dares not wander
In a town beset by plunder
I shake her blood and bone

In dreams she asks my guidance
How to live in holy silence
Beyond the anger of her father
Enrich her mind and soul

Hold me inside all...

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On a brutal winter night
We stood bravely side by side
Against snowballs launched our way
By the enemies of our kind

In a graveyard's mourning light
We both choked up, cried and cried
As the angels lifted him
On Death's gloomy wings of flight

And you declared me dead, my brother
For the...

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I have not prayed enough to be like you,
I have not loved enough to write like you.
The night is my god, stars my angels
I'll never touch,
while the darkness that hides in my pockets
my lover, but we may speak to one another
in the ten minute afterlife...

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America...

After 9/11, the country seemed reborn
Ready to shift from the shallow to the profound

What ever happened to the America that could have been?
What ever happened to the America we deserve?

Step into my church
And pray
For a nation growing dumber
Every day

What ever happened to the heroes
That should...

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