Futility Of Futility
FUTILITY OF FUTILITY
Futility of futility
All is futility-
In my lifelong struggle
To try to be
What I am not-
And it seems,
Never will be.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Lesser Lines
LESSER LINES
Lesser lines
From a less than minor poet
Nonetheless
May be somewhat justified
As helping for their time of writing
One human soul.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Wisdom Comes Too Late To Us
WISDOM COMES TOO LATE TO US
Wisdom comes too late to us
We search to shut the door-
While the herd stampedes Wilderness
It escaped to long before.
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Without A Poem / I Lose The Meaning Of My Life
Without a poem
I lose the meaning of my life
I wonder why I am
With a poem
I come alive
I focus
I feel free
With a poem
I know why I am in the world
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To Write A Poem/ Is To Have Hope
TO WRITE A POEM/ IS TO HAVE HOPE
To write a poem
Is to have Hope,
Even if only for the poem-
When I lose hope completely
I will write no more poems.
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Each Day Is A New Dream
Each day is a new dream
And each waking and walking
A chance to see the world again-
After sixty- eight springs
I am still here
That too is something.
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We Do Not Know How and When
WE DO NOT KNOW HOW AND WHEN
We do not know how and when
And even if it will all end
But we do know those we love
Must remain forever with God above
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In The End God Writes The Poem
In the End God writes the Poem
And puts us somewhere in some small line
And we reading it
Do not even know
Whether the text is truly ours,
or not.
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Whatever A Poet Does
WHATEVER A POET DOES
Whatever a poet does
He has poetry within him.
And when he stops
And listens to himself
This is his freedom
And his destiny.
I
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Why Is The World So Beautiful
WHY IS THE WORLD SO BEAUTIFUL?
Why is the world so beautiful?
The grey trees on a paler grey sky
What we see
And no words can define
Morning light-
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