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 its modern history
  Israel is on the brink of internal catastrophe

  True, there's been bleeding before, sometimes severe
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Dare Listen
            by Odin Roark

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

Still persistent
Is but a parade,
A just married tin can raucous
Tied to mankind's bumper.

How tenuous one’s duration.

Yesterday…

Sitting inside time's tree...

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

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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 women don't cower.

From the U.S. to Timbuktu, toot on!
First, the weak is made strong
Fair Ms. America now holds the baton.

It'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 
the thought of another gunshot
   A friend told me  - they know what they are getting into...

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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 
confidence-alas!the 
Egocentric man has 
Centuries tried to strip 
Her of splendor.
 She in the cage of 
Subjugation patiently
Stayed,never 
complaining But...

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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 herself that 
Emanates power and 
confidence-alas!the 
Egocentric man has for 
Centuries tried to strip 
Her of splendour.
She in the cage...

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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 sights,
Amazingly, they are never willing to give in
With fortitude and stamina, they persist
Until the task is completed, they travail,
They are...

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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 my idea has gone down the drain.

I woke up excited, ready to write,
Was I just dreaming? It is late at...

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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 hangs about me like a Shi'ite's bomb, and he, 
at least, can choose his cut-off point. From shoulder 
to knee,...

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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 VERY EXPLICIT AND CLEAR
GOLDER DID IT ALL 
AND 
HENRY LIKED THE REAR
WHILE CHER CALLED OUT 
THE NUMBERS
IN RAPID SUCCESSION
68 ...

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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? 

Maybe I just love being in love
Or love the idea of being in love? 

I spent my whole life chasing...

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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 not terrify us;
we are ready to confront him.

While alive we served God
and now we can best serve our people
by refusing...

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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 longer
    
a hunched, disappearing shadow 
listening  intently
to the living rise and fall 
of a chill winter’s...

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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? 



Maybe I just love being in love

Or love the idea of being in love? 



I spent my whole life chasing...

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