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Index of poems:
- A Toothsome Threesome of the Genus Crocodylidae
- Bedtime Idyll
- Creation
- Family Album
- Galilee Spring
- Love Poem
- Time Scales
- To an unnamed colleague
Crocodile Log like in the swamps of memory Wrapped in miasmic mists Fearsome creature of inchoate fantasies Omnivore, carnivore And ever-so-much more Krokodil You who blithely Swallowed the sun And left a generation Of Soviet children In the dark ‘till rescued by the Bear Croc Nursery pea-green pet Red of tongue And multi toothed Chewed up playmate Of many daughters And puppy dogs Ah sweet crocodile How I love your Oh so many Incarnations. Previously published in Over the Long Bridge (Lulu Press); Also Poetry Webring Review.
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You lie beside me quietly turning the pages of your book in vain I seek to read between your lines interpreting your breaths in the silence between us slowly, you turn each page our love spins by idly as on a reel-to-reel tape you close your book, put out the light Is it past midnight?Back to top
I was the youngest kid in the Yard They said “Betcha… ….can’t make a Big Bang” I did By Golly— Then there was Light and all the rest of it Galaxies, Stars even a Black Hole or two Well, billions of them but who’s counting? Then there was all this stuff called Evolution Before I knew it I had this Universe on My hands Thank goodness it’s vacation time But, you know, I wish now I hadn’t banged that Bang Previously published in Shards, A Handful of Verse (Writers Club Press, iUniverse); Also Poetry Webring Review.Back to top
All the photos are black and white slightly out of focus and curling at the edges Looking at those sepia snaps of other lives affixed on pages yellowing with the years suddenly I comprehend It is my life now that is curling at the edges Previously published in Shards, A Handful of Verse (Writers Club Press, iUniverse)
Storks circling with the thermals rising on a blue sky wings outstretched spanning the seasons as this Spring slips gently into Summer wild oats wave between purple thistles poppies nod and shed red petals, lupines glow sapphire beyond the lawn the kibbutz dogs run sensing a dry season behind the bushes green fades to brown imperceptibly spreading over the hollyhock hills Previously published in Shards, A Handful of Verse (Writers Club Press, iUniverse)
What I need is a literary hammer something to beat and shape these recalcitrant words into meaning that will endure A chisel would also be useful to pare away the ambiguities the equivocal varnish off the half-said, the intended, but not quite... Language is an awesome thing but often it is the unspoken word or the blank page that means the most when all is said and done. That is the reason why this is a love poem with no words Previously published in Shards, A Handful of Verse (Writers Club Press, iUniverse)
Sometimes
stretching forever
to the never-caught curve
at the rim of the universe
Then, telescoping to
femto-second flickers,
eons, mere blinks
of an owl's eye
Changing
chameleon-like
with the color
of our days
time is not held
within the electron flux
of a quartz clock,
imprisoned in the swing
of a pendulum
or locked
in the languorous tolling
of the sunday steeple
time does not run parallel
Mutable measure
of our circumscribed sojourn
in this continuum
Now swift, now slow
eventually,
for us,
ended
A femto-second is a millionth -millionth of a second
Previously published in Shards, A Handful of Verse (Writers Club Press, iUniverse);
also Voices from Israel (Belle Terre Press).
To An unnamed colleague
© Tom Berman
Herewith a phrase or two exploding you o bladder of pomposity, filled with fatuity swollen, smirking sack balloon of bloated bombast, caricature of self-esteem May my words be as sharp shears clipping off the wool you’ve spun over the eyes of your bemused beholders. Previously published in Poetry Webring Review; Also: Lily.
