Best Ezra Poems

This is an unfinished Heroic Crown of Sonnets dedicated to a friend's grandchild who was born with serious lower body issues 3 years ago...but he is so perfect and beautiful in every other way that I am certain he will more than overcome his mobility...

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To the hands that held copper
in red, gleaming red
in open palms brimming
in value, like gold
To these hands of faith
with utensils and bowls
stone upon stone was restored.
To the eyes that wept tears
in streams, silver streams
and saw sleeveless garments
rent and unfrayed
To these eyes of sorrow
penitence stayed
to be...

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Little wonderful baby
With eyes that shows strength
A survivor, breathing into the world like many
Such glorious eyes that sees through the eclipse night at birth

Baby Ezra
Am sure you'll grow
And dine on golden tars and stars
Many strength shall bring you, tomorrow 

From my prayers dear baby Ezra
I...

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Once there was a parson named Ezra Heap

   Whose Sunday sermons were profoundly deep

      The louder Ezra implored

         The more his congregants snored

       ...

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Ezra Schwartz  
Oct 1, 1997 —  Nov 19, 2015 

The dice of terror 
Was cast that day 
Young Ezra’s life  
Was taken away 

He went to Israel 
For his gap year 
To study at yeshiva 
And volunteer 

During a Mitzvah 
To feed...

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Dear Ezra, 
Violets are blue, roses are red, 
i hate you and wish you were dead. 

You have spilt my blood and called me 
Names, 
But you have always though it was a game, 
Ive wondered the desserts, running form 
You, 

I shivered in the...

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Wriggling my way
    across the page
    I thrash about,
lost by perspective and
    challenged to
    summon only
    significant
passions expressing clarity 
    of struggle.

The knowing face of
    immortality proffers
    gracious wisdom
from antiqued parchments to
    reassert with
    fervent hope
more than just meter or instinct
    until I find

Ezra Pound in my
    brain with a crayon
    hacking away like a
swashbuckler, killing out of
    joy...

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He began as an image theorist
with the genre never did not persist...

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His name was Ezra but you didn't and wont know him.
An observant nihilist, pouring out vile play scripts in 400 word messages.
Researching one's hyper-fixation so the insomniac has someone who he may believe will enjoy talking to him, rather than a constant concern of lack...

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Dear Mr. Pound, 
Your holiday in Italy
Has besmirched your legacy.
Your Cantos, they plead, 
But don’t exonerate,
Not as far as I can see.

Dear Mr. Pound, 
Did praise from Hemingway 
Whet your narcissistic thirst?
As an ex-pat abroad, 
Did you assimilate 
What enlightened nations curse?

Dear Mr. Pound, 
You...

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I found your poem.
I confess. I was moved.
By the thought. Of you. 
                                ...

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Life's shadow
leaved for centuries
 before Christ and Anno Domini.
maneuvering again and again 
and its delighted in that.
That it's irreversible.

Life's shadow 
moving on waters
on mountains
on fire
and in valleys.
free and easy
making sure every micro
second is felt.

Life's shadow
moving confidently,
in light, 
where everyone Sees it
moving quietly
in dark,
where no one...

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I decided to keep watch on you from walls,
I moved my shoes away to give you a breath,
Nevertheless, have I ever moved miles away,
I kept a moderate distance to watch every
 step of you,
Look all of the tears I have never wept, 
When the distance...

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Ultimately, it's a matter of seasons,
waiting for dawn. 
Through the skylight, 
tiny as it is, 
my hope resides.
It's a glimpse of the hope I eagerly yearn to meet from my room.

I've longed to find belonging, 
pondered and wondered, 
if I was meant to have no...

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Such great insight, from Ezra Pound.'
Concise; and yet? Fantastic.!
Truly sound' at this current time he is
Fully in stride, voicing all the insanitys.'
So should we? ignore him?
Then its 'woe betide.!

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