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Best Poems Written by Yoram Diamand

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Spinoza

Loving Nature without loving God is a neat trick
But as I love Nature, how could I complain?
Are you a humanist? Spinoza a guy with a large brain
Defined God as Nature; if one is not the other, then please do take your pick

When you are very civilized the wild jungle or temptation:
-Less your cup of tea-
Then God surely is not Love, how bitter can you be?
Without moral compass: (We are so rude) Without chlorophyll: damnation

Without morals indeed I may be lost. Without life much worse:
God without Nature: it’s just no good, or to me, a curse. 
Nature excluding God’s creation, I add, gave birth to the capitalist his saw

He logged the wood, set fire to the Amazon and this he named the law
Since the two, towards each other being amorous: 
Nature and its God, as Spinoza be my guide: synonymous

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Antigone Trilogy

Antigone did

That which Gods from her wanted

Bowing to no one

 

Freedom fighting girl

Ethic’ly responsible

A riot God sent

 

Freedom in God’s book

Resistance to oppression

End to slavery

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Magic

If you believe in Magic
You will find it


Response:
If you believe in magic you’ll find it (theme)


If you believe in magic 
Biodiversity is not a trick 
By a fraudster God 
Shrinking yes but still 
Compared to death a lot
If that lot you magic call
Find it I do pray you will
My best wishes to you all

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War and Peace

War and Peace

Lemons’ lemonade
Human kindness changed our fate
Forged us Love from hate

Every day war crimes
Today no lemonade times
When life gives us limes

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Cyrano

Oh c*nt, you dick

It is so nice to talk like Cyrano and be polite

Towards the goals of love. To fight

No more. To write quite lovesick

On the topic in a way most delicate, refined

And win a heart not by title nor by cash

Instead by art, to be quite dignified about the flesh

A master of the body and the mind

If we are prostitutes, then let it be, of a most Godly Muse

"You whore", you may accuse:

"Of the divine, of the less earthly matters"

When I kiss in love letters

It goes to show

By sublimation, the reality of Love I know

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Haiku's of Last Month

You are not frozen
In what would be winter's cold
Snowman in a pond

Autumn leaves glued back
Back on the branch of a tree
By the widower

Facebook should protect
For all the girls in the world
A healthy diet

"A beautiful mind
Dreaming of wild princesses"
Said the frog "have I"

Dates make us wonder
Love tree fruit fruitful for me
Or for another?

Dating a poem
Inspiration on our lips
Ink between our teeth

Are words innocent?
Gods made people kill lovers
Whose words woo those Gods

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Soul Issues

Creator of the soul, is it chemistry or God or both, the two?

Even if I knew, to whom should I speak?

And how? From a mountain peak?

Or to the fragile, ill, dying? How should I speak to you?

 

When death occurs, we’ll notice if the soul will carry on.

Or will dissolve, with our flesh, smart meat no more

In the afterlife, will we knock on hell’s or heaven’s door?

The soul eternal, or death final, when life has gone?

 

Until then my soul wants love

Not eternal love, but just today

Is its joy a gift that God has taken care of?

 

I presume it is not for me to say

To receive a kiss it makes my soul complete

When Love created God, it winged my soul its feet

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Im

Live on, the lost ones
Since not forgotten, they will
In their remembrance

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Dante

She was, existed, amongst other women, for love’s sake

When my eye caught her sight, my spirits left

This corpse of mine: soul theft

My remains, were shaking, trembling: earthquake

 

My soul looked down upon my flesh quite rotten

My hand begged for support from a wall

Beatrice the loveliest of all

Somewhat cruel. She laughed, at my meat forgotten

 

Then life within that floating soul

Found its way back into me, a man

I was awake, not dead, and whole

 

Many tears I had to weep, when towards home I ran

At my desk, me being apparently a fool

I wrote a sonnet, of consolation, its feeble tool

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Homophobia

Homophobia

When lovers melt to be as one yet not alone
Would you cast them dead, and throw that heavy stone?
Suppose a brand of Love it isn’t antisocial
That Love to me is poetry, not prose, and no disease at all