my book of poetry
I just finished writing my first book for which I am very proud.
It is a book of my poetry.
Below are a few excerpts from the book.
My Speakerphone Doesn't Talk To Me Anymore
By Oded Gross
My speakerphone doesn't talk to me anymore.
It used to talk to me all the time
About all sorts of things:
The way I pick it up
The way I put it down
The way I push the buttons
The way I speak...
Come to think of it,
My speakerphone always had a comment
About the way I did things.
But now, My speakerphone doesn't talk to me anymore.
Good! I was getting tired of it's disapproving tone.
My Poor Little Dead Flower
By Oded Gross
My poor little dead flower
Why did you have to die?
Were you old? Were you sick?
Or just simply depressed?
Did it hurt? Were you scared? Did you cry?
Maybe it’s cause you lost someone you love
and couldn’t bear living alone.
That beautiful rose in the bush next to yours
left you to grow on your own.
Or maybe it was the wind that did it.
It blew your spirit away.
Or the Sun, or the Moon,
or the boys from next door
stepped on you while at their play.
I wonder my poor little friend, what it was
that cause your unlikely demise.
If only somehow you could tell the answer
to this mystery, this awful surprise.
My poor little dead flower
How I miss you so
I’m only sad I never found out
what it was that caused you to go.
I wonder if it was the acid.
The Perfect Oedipus Limerick
By Oded Gross
There once was a girl named Jocasta,
who'd sleep with her son if he asked her.
So he did, and she did,
and her husband was killed,
and then Oedipus poked his eyes out.
Yellow
By Oded Gross
There’s a little yellow in everyone.
Me more than most, I think.
I wish one day the yellow would surface
To the tops of every single person
In the world...
Except for me...
Then I’d kick the shit out of all of you!
Look for the rest of the poems in my book at a Barnes and Noble near you.
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