Long Meir Poems

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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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