Short Meir Poems

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 
He was right!
   But still  - my blood runs cold
Doesn't yours?...

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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  44  86  101

OH WHAT FUN
BUTT
NOT
WHEN SEEN
THROUGH  
THE GUILT OF A SON....

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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 love. 

In the end the one thing I truly love 

Could just be the meir pursuit of 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 longer
    
a hunched, disappearing shadow 
listening  intently
to the living rise and fall 
of a chill winter’s lake.

snow, misses you 
there is no one to frame
floating in your mind
to where? 
it is a secret! 

you are gone
and people recognize that fact
because of the terrible weight 
of your absence....

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