Best Meir Poems

This subject is too fraught for eloquent poetry
  So please indulge me in a straightforward thought or three

  For the first time in...

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It's time...
For a mother
In this mother.

Bring out those tambourines!
Brother Wolf will scream, as
Black, white, and in-between keys harmonize as teams.

It's time!
Let's look the world over
Wise...

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"Peace will come when Arabs and Muslims love their children
   more than they hate us."
        ...

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Dare Listen
            by Odin Roark

Time chooses to whisper,
Having endured shouting decades,
A species’ feigned listening,
Maelstrom's...

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Meir Kahane, Malcolm X, Martin Luther King, John F. Kennedy 
 All gone by the assassin's bullet
     My blood chills at...

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There once was a boy named Meir
Who sung at home by the fire

His dad went insane
And yelled with distain

"Why don't you go join a choir!"...

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Fragile but tough 
Creature,a woman,an 
Embodiment of glory and 
Honor with heart deeper 
Than deepest sea;full 
Of mysteries.
 Mother of all humans.
Mystery herself,emanates 
power and...

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A fragile but tough 
Creature,a woman,an 
Embodiment of glory and 
Honour wit heart deeper 
Than the deepest sea;ful 
Of mysteries.
The mother of all humans
A mystery...

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Rubbing my forehead, Hand in my hair,
All I see is paper, are there any words out there?
I search and I search, racking my brain,
It seems...

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I

Long we lift our praises for the women
Who have shaped the world we live in,
Marching in solidarity to gain their rights
Always keeping freedom in their...

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We've worn out yet another Anno Domini. 
We're twelve months - if not wiser - surely older. 
You call it a relationship, this boulder 
which...

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I DREAMT 
I WAS WATCHING 
MY MOM AND POP AT 80
HAVING EROTIC SEX
THEY WERE JOINED 
BY AN ELDERLY
GOLDER MEIR
AND 
HENRY KISSINGER
AND 
A YOUNGER CHER

IT WAS...

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What is it with Love
That makes me
then breaks me? 

When in love
Do I truly love? 

Is it really love
Or do I think that I love?...

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absence      (for Vivian Meir)

remember you? 
by your absence,
a worn spot, well rubbed,
on the decrepit park bench
will not be polished 
any...

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Ninety-Three Daughters of Israel
a Holocaust poem by Chaya Feldman
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

We washed our bodies
and cleansed ourselves;
we purified our souls
and became clean.

Death does...

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