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Norman Goldstein

Norman Goldstein

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beware the buyer

The devil is a smart businessman
If he’s going to buy your soul
He’s going to get you cheap.. you
So he starts you young
Just a tease or two when you’re re


  • 5

Hope

Hope is elusive
Slipping away so easily
Just when you have it
And that secure feeling warms
A bit of the frost so common now


  • 1

twisted cloud

If I were a twisted cloud
I would have the wind to blame
For the awful shape I’m in
But being not of vapor made
wispy and spread across the sky


  • 4

Survival

It holds us well
An unbreakable spell
Cast long ago
In evolutionary creation
“survival first”


  • 2

time goes bye

Time
you thief
robbing me so
I never felt a lost moment
or your rushing me forward


  • 2

the quiet so sound

The quiet of being me
I need no bombast
No crowds of adoring people
Only the quiet of me
Listening to the voice that whispe


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  • 1

tick tock

The clock on the wall mocks me
With its simple gears and a helpfu
A drop of oil here and there
It will pass the time relentlessly
Never having to stop and rest

a poem speaks

Thank you for waking me
From my slumber
I do not live without you
I must be read
To be alive


  • 2

what happened to tomorrow

What happened to tomorrow
It was just here yesterday
What happened to tomorrow
It seems to have run away
Taking with it all my dreams


  • 2

judgement

“Judgment”
How cruel the word
in this less than perfect world
Giving allowance to all
measuring by absurd standards


  • 3

Lost Eden

I speak of what was lost
Since I came upon this place
Once a garden tendered strong
Now weeds and dry earth did replac
My Eden


  • 3

embers

The flames leap higher
eager, young and ever
reaching for the sky
And as the fire dances its dance
We elders sit and watch


  • 3

a simple man

A cool breeze enters the forest ca
leaves are already falling and arr
in a circle beneath
Keeping warm the smallest root
Cupping the morning dew


  • 5

just a whisper

The endless road ends
All that I denied is now accepted
The blackness of eternity beckons
leaving me this brief moment
I cling to even

a lost friend

Joy
A lost friend
When did you leave?
There was no fond embrace
Or hug goodbye


  • 1

a song

There’s a song I didn’t sing,
I have a tin ear.
It goes through my mind tune less,
Like a sound that almost was there
I so miss the music that isn’t in

an old friend

I had it under control
Deep deep in my darkness
Dwelled a monster purest black
That made my life a mess
I escaped I thought


  • 2

Wild flowers

Wild flowers
In a vase
Tightly held
The narrow neck design
Working well


  • 1

I know the dance

Oh I know the dance
Called life
It has a nice beat
And I move my feet
To the rhythm

a Swiss chalet far away

Conspiracy
They plot away
In some secret mountain retreat
Nestled in the Swiss Alps
A chalet tended by deaf servants


  • 1

a world less mean

I can write a happy poem
This I’ve always known
Despite the part of angry me
That reveals itself in my poetry
There remains a child deep inside


  • 4

a garden tender

There is no capture
for my words
no pen or paper
here
inside me

fame

The cheer of the crowd
Loud… reaching low lying clouds
Shaking the angels
From their soft sleep
Attention now drawn

not great expectations

I expect little
And I always find
More than I need
An abundance
So easily perceived


  • 1

rites seem wrong

The rites seem wrong
It gets in the way
When I wish to pray
I know there is a belief in me
That has been warped


  • 1

give or take

Belief in what I know
Indeed thin ice upon which to skat
With much cold water and little ai
My burning question
has always been

cancer opposes capricorn

The doctor’s eyes found the floor
And with a voice thickened and tig
Announced to me what I had alread
You have cancer and will need trea
There were three of us in that roo


  • 4

to Roscoe

My dog
Hardly a fitting title
For so vital a part of my life
There is nowhere I go
When he’s not under toe


  • 3

surprising Uncle Marcus

I walked through a graveyard
It was dusk short of night
I marveled at my sense of fright
Expecting rising ghouls or bloody
Sticking through the well trimmed


  • 2

perhaps

Three doors await along
life’s corridor
passage only through one
a necessary choice
needed to be made

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