Long Asphalted Poems

I took a ride through the park to relax my mind
I stood on top of the hill  observing  the burnt trees 
standing patiently waiting for someone to take them in
The entire place was...

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Sleepy eyes awake to crashing sounds on window panes
                 Creeping animals scramble around bristling forests nesting for a spot
...

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They have been wandering for decades
Journeying to the land that was promised by their forefathers
A land that would seal the faith of future generations.

They rove night and day guided by a single pillar of light
Looking...

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I have been trying to pen this verse since Friday night
But the words couldn't jump clearly out of my mind
I twist and turn erase and rewrite but my imagination
was stalled for a while and nothing...

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Of all the things that I have lost
Perhaps what hurts the most
Is that I can no longer go
to where I once called home...

I cannot roam with childish glee
Down through the leafy grove
Nor play with snowballs,...

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They talk so much but do little
Yes that’s it, for that is all they can do
When we used to walk distances on daily routine
It was enough to say things can be made better	
Horses, bicycles and...

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Going out of his way, the obliging taxi driver drives to the top of the hill.
      A young man gets out, walks a short distance to a vantage point
 ...

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Sheep

I have read and published some of my old poems 
when the world was mint fresh and I believed in the lady in the lake, I saw her swim a moonlit night
know I know she...

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A picture

Behind the mountain, as seen in this photo
I lived, in a small village, for 31 years
The hillside of the mountain only had a few farms
narrow tracks fit for sheep and mules
The houses had narrow...

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To remember rightly 
Many years gone before I visited the country where I spent my childhood.
 Flat landscape with green grass and many horses, some of them huge 
and belonged to an occupying army. A...

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My Way 
I saw the three tenors sing “I did it my way” mind, the fat one died, 
and the two others hate each other and never appear in public if
 they can avoid it....

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When I was a child
I liked to go on horse rides
It felt grant to sit
On top of this beast so gigantic
And learn to have it follow
Commands, finding control.

There upon Marquis, the horse
That I dearly loved
I...

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A Bus Ride
 I had bought a newspaper in town and was taking the bus home,
 a half an hours ride up to my village.  I looked at the headlines 
and noticed the paper...

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The Adventure of a Timid Man.  

The narrow dirt road I followed today was nothing more than a bumpy track,
 on both sides ugly trees and thorny, evergreen bushes I was trapped in 
the...

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Behind Mount Sinai 
On the asphalted road to a seaside town there is a hole in 
the road, a nasty hole a car hitting it could have a bad puncture.
 A rocket, albeit a puny...

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On a busy Marescaux Road where  
No one cared for an injured dog, 
Where motorists do not come to a slow, 
And honking horns hammer 
As impatient traffic competes toe to toe, 
There on...

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Portugal on my Mind 
The nature so lush I felt like a horse I had to feel my eyes
With beauty and scent
 left the asphalted road and walked on a track
till I was consumed by...

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The long Road 
 I`m going out for another walk at home the silence
are oppressive most of the villagers have moved away
and some are dead or senile she hates my house,
my home it is too...

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Riches

Once, in the shallow river where sunlight makes the stone look
like gold nuggets, I threw into its water an engagement ring,
made of silver. I had paid plenty for it on my low earnings,
but compared with...

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Umbrella of Love. 
If you drive along the asphalted narrow road that runs
Parallel with the vine plants, turn left, you will see
A muddy road more like a track now after rain,
From here you have to...

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Sobriety 
 In the beginning, it is like walking on a narrow track
With olive roots over the ground to trip you up and branches
Of trees slapping you in the face, if you fall get up...

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The summer Island
On the island in the fjord where we use to go bathing
there is now a bridge over, a parking lot and you have to pay.
There are toilets- no peeing behind a bush- and...

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The summer Island
On the island in the fjord where we use to go bathing
there is now a bridge over, a parking lot and you have to pay.
There are toilets- no peeing behind a bush- and...

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Green leaves on trees

The tall carob trees that bear long oblong fruit
black as the hands of a Gambian, sweet as sight 
of the snow-clad mountain reaching the blue sky 
when lost for weeks in the...

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