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NO COW
A Poem by
Firestone Feinberg
b’’h4/22/10 r.1NO COWNO COW is wont to moo for you,Forsooth, I asked one to to-day,"O Cow," said I, "wouldst thou to moo?"To my dismay she..
Tho' Dreams Beguile When We're Young
A Poem by
Firestone Feinberg
b’’h1/31/13 r2Tho’ dreams beguile when we’re young --They also pressure bringTo life; a race that’s rarely won --And thi..
We Weather
A Poem by
Firestone Feinberg
b’’h8 June 2010 r1WE WEATHERWe weatherThe weatherIf it’s coldWe are coldIf it rainsWe get wetIf it’s hotWe are hotHow it beWea..
With Friendship Comes A Sadness Deep
A Poem by
Firestone Feinberg
b’’h9/19/12WITH FRIENDSHIP COMES A SADNESS DEEPWith friendship comes a sadness deepUpon the human soul --It sometimes rests -- as if aslee..
Unto The World A Stranger I
A Poem by
Firestone Feinberg
b’’h1/4/13 r1Unto the world a stranger I --Who never did belong--Too obvious my sacred lie--Too odd my secret song.But never did I so regr..
Fireman
A Poem by
Firestone Feinberg
b''h2009 r1FIREMANWe live on the 21st floor of our building.Every couple of days I see a manWalking up and down the steps --Up and down -- up and down..
The Spirit Sometimes Tires
A Poem by
Firestone Feinberg
b’’h6/21/12The spirit sometimes tiresOf holding up her flag;Her eyelids barely open -- droop --Her arms -- exhausted -- drag.And no one co..
Expensive Is Love
A Poem by
Firestone Feinberg
b’’h1/1/13Expensive is love --Your whole heart it cost --If spend not enough --Investment -- lost. --Firestone Feinberg
Asleep I Was When Verses Came
A Poem by
Firestone Feinberg
b”h1/17/13Asleep I was when verses came,The chance I did not take --Too tired I to fan the flameThat would my soul to wake.And now I wish I'd ha..
So Very Tired Is The Man
A Poem by
Firestone Feinberg
This poem came to me when I awoke one night at 4 a.m. I had everything but the last lines. I lay back to go to sleep. about two minutes later AFRIC..
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