Today
September 5, 2009 at 7:42 pm (me, personal, poems, thoughts, wishes, writing)
Tags: 7, annual, daily, good years, seasonal
so the wrinkles will dry softer, and Ill have something to be proud of too.
merchants
July 30, 2009 at 9:59 pm (encounters, me, personal, poems, thoughts, wishes, writing)
Tags: adventure, heart, hope, life, lust, merchants, modest, personal, poems, silk, thoughts, treasure
the eastern gate is open for you now,
go through my friend.
storm in when its so wide open,
glistening gold and hope and adventure,
welcoming your slender steps with invisible claps.
other merchants come and go,you saw,
carrying long tales and silk fabrics of lust,
holding their fortune with grace that wont enchant my heart.
its only your goods I’m after,
your modest possessions wrapped in blue cotton.
spread them in front of my eyes, shining assets
when lifting the lock of your treasure trunk,
so I can indulge my wishful thinking
one more time.
July 27, 2009 at 10:03 pm (encounters, me, personal, poems, questions, thoughts, wishes, writing)
Tags: heart, home, hope, life, mistress of spices, personal, thoughts, בית, געגועים, שוקולד, תבלין
מחשבות שוקולד , הבל רוזמרין
ערסל של תקוות, כסא מתנדנד ישן,
ריח עור מלוח, פיסת שיער דביקה,
טיפה מלוחה על לשוני בושם תבלין של אם,
הולכת הביתה.
רגל יחפה על מרפסת, אמת עירומה נשקפת
ריח מתוק של פרי תאווה, חיוכים עבריים מעקצצים
נהימת אוטובוס, צהוב מנצנץ מבין פסי מעבר חצייה,
רדיו מקווה לשינוי, כמה רבים אליך הגעגועים ?
הולכת הביתה
home
July 27, 2009 at 9:47 pm (encounters, me, personal, poems, questions, thoughts, wishes, writing)
Tags: home, life, me, passion fruit, personal, poems, thoughts, truth, writing
Chocolate thoughts and Rosmarin Breath,
cradle of hopes, swinging old chair.
smell of warm skin, sweaty piece of hair,
salty drop on my tongue, mothers spicy perfume,
I’m going home.
a bare foot on the porch, naked truth from the mirror
sweet scent of passion-fruit, tingling Hebrew smiles,
rattle of a bus, yellow glistening on the crossroad
radio hoping for change, how much I miss you?
I’m going home.
red
July 16, 2009 at 2:27 pm (encounters, personal, poems, thoughts, wishes)
Tags: friends, life, lunch, red, wine
Ive had a glass of red wine in the middle of the day at the parade place down the road
the house wine. it was young and fun and promising
at night when we drink it slowly through conversation, the fumes of alcohol are spread enough so I am not telling you all my thoughts
now , after a nice lunch I just feel that my eyes are dropping , my heart is floating and Im craving for your hand.
the eyes to follow.
to learn your lips finally.
I like red wine.
act
July 8, 2009 at 10:32 am (encounters, me, personal, poems, thoughts)
Tags: act, heart, love, personal, thoughts, writing
an act of love.
last grasp of a hand
before the shake of the heart
and the twich of a lash
dropping a tear on my naked skin
black humor
June 26, 2009 at 10:41 am (poems, thoughts)
because Im dead
Im dead
you know it , Im dead
And the whole world has to
answer right now
Just to tell you once again,
Who’s Dead…..
I just had to.
dots
June 24, 2009 at 10:22 pm (encounters, poems, thoughts, wishes)
warm skin I feel underneath my summer dress.
the one I bought before I left the middle east
with dots all over.
an English summer will embrace it
I thought,
packed it with a few turtlenecks
and the jeans you like.
it finally came after 3 years
the sun asked me to count dots from the hanger
shamelessly penetrating the back side of my closet,
I hand her my summer guilt of
unflattering winter body.
she glimpsed at me with a little breeze,
exposing my warm thighs
to by passers eyes of London’s streets
drained
June 22, 2009 at 10:50 pm (encounters, poems, questions, thoughts, wishes)
Im drained.
left you nothing of me,
but a vague memory of a loving woman,
drifting from an old metal pipe
in little salty drops on a marble floor.
a reflected figure of a tired girl,
still able to make you wish for
and regret she has not stayed
herself.
needs
June 20, 2009 at 8:27 pm (poems, thoughts, wishes)
I need to escape from my room,
from the double glazed windows
that keep my castle warm and quiet.
I need noise.
I need to escape from this love
from the double glazed fears
who keeps my heart sad and loyal.
I need else.
I need to escape from my mind,
from the double glazed box
that keeps my soul kind and safe.
I need freedom.
lost
June 17, 2009 at 10:30 pm (encounters, poems, questions, thoughts)
a flat line,
no one missed me,
or wish to read my older words.
let me curve you a new reason
to read me again.
a flat line,
no one missed me,
or wish to hear my old tales.
let me find you a new note
to listen to me again.
I have met him again today,
in the shape of a tall actor
in a south American bitter comedy
kind of like life.
with long legs,
wavy hair
and the wrong choices in life
well ok, the actor was not like you completely
his eyes didn’t spark of adventure
his heart was tired and his socks were clean.
but somehow sadly the same end occured
he lost the girl
he loved
as you did.
לא כותבת
June 4, 2009 at 1:25 pm (encounters, poems, thoughts, wishes)
לא כותבת לך יותר
בשפה עילגת, שלא אהבתי בה אי פעם.
לא אכתים ואכתיב את לבי במליצות שנהב.
לא כותבת לך יותר בשום שפה,
אתה מצא לך שנינות חיבה אחרות.
BBQ
May 31, 2009 at 9:27 pm (children, encounters, introduction, poems, thoughts, wishes)
you should have been there today.
a BBQ, like in the old days. you loved those.
where the sun is comforting the appetite
and I pour myself 2 glasses of wine
one for your eyes to smile and one for you to hold for me
you should have been there today
a BBQ like in the old days, you loved those.
children in their parents arms, rolling on a ketchop slide
men’s little talk with a beer next to the BBQ stand
one always offer to help. one helps himself with the burgers
you should have been there today.
a BBQ, like in the old days. you loved those.
a lady that must be sexy and flirt with all the man but her husband
2 mothers resting inside, chatting about breast feeding techniques
one is eating a slice of chicken while the other feed her child
you should have been there today.
a BBQ, like in the old days. you loved those,
my friend next to me his smile is kind as his mind
I hold a book, poems of Jerusalem and love, pretending
I kiss you in the old city when buying pitas for our summer treat
new
May 29, 2009 at 11:14 pm (encounters, poems, thoughts, wishes)
your grammar mistakes brightens my eyes
fill me with hope when inventing a new language.
your biblical writing tickles my hands,
fill me with joy when fighting for a new religion.
your shivering Hebrew wrestles my heart,
fill me with strength when thinking of a new family.
Cambridge
May 23, 2009 at 10:58 pm (children, encounters, poems, prose, questions, thoughts, wishes)
