"gallia" poems
I know it isn't ordinary
Aware it's not necessary
Not a typical routine
And something you may have never seen.
But today is my birthday
Something I do dare to share
Because I remember it well
I am not sure where I was born
Was it in Texas ? Was it Vermont?
Was I raised in Brooklyn County? Or maybe another country
But for sure I remember it well
The street where I lived was amused
Or was it the street of Hermon?
*** I am a little confused
Where I lived after I was born
But I remember it well.
I exchanged messages with *** the newsy,
Amalia and Dalia, Gallia and Talia
And Peter and Teddy, and Geter and Freddy
I met friends all over.
A poet, a lawyer, nice pictures, and posters
Young friends, sweet babies and also proud mothers
I remember it well
So Happy Birthday to me,
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 12:14 PM UTC
Old and Unselected Poems
Pale, penciled scribblings, old bits, old notes
Forgotten drafts in old books shelved away
And lines painfully worked out during lectures
About Napoleon’s painful hemorrhoids
And the declensions of those Latin nouns
Which with their verbs Omnis Gallia divisit
Or something like that, forgotten long ago -
But not
her hair
her voice
her smile
her eyes
Others cannot write to her happy theme -
She writes herself as iambs in a dream
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 4:01 PM UTC