Feelings Shared: Poems: Lyrical, Thoughtful & Humorous
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From a feeling, [ not from the news ] like a surf wave, powerful or gentle, I flow through the work
If it’s a strong feeling, writing is fast. Most times it’s slow, laborious editing.
I sometimes make notes.
I don’t appreciate modern poetry.
This is my own work. I copy no one. I love writing!
Several poems are short stories. They contain a variety of windows into the imagination and fantasy. The thoughtful ones may arouse talking points.”
Michael Braham Gerstein
“I am from a business family. But I am an artist and writer. [ Comedy, short stories, plays and song lyrics ] Ex teacher / Graphic Designer. I am emotional, sensitive and practical, in a business like way. I find all the poetry and songs about love too much. And it’s a multi layered feeling, not just one dimensional I write on relationship, but enjoy covering a wider range of subjects. There’s so much more out there. What excites me? The Arts, Film musicals, Fred Astaire, Judy Garland, jazz rhythm, rhyming, Marc Chagall, Chopin and the Quintette du Hot Club de France.”
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Feelings Shared - Michael Braham Gerstein
Copyright © 2019 by Michael Braham Gerstein.
ISBN: Softcover 978-1-9845-9090-9
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Rev. date: 07/29/2019
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CONTENTS
RELATIONSHIPS
SOME PEOPLE ARE MAGIC
THE DELI CONFLICT
BRIEF ENCOUNTER
EVERY LITTLE MOVEMENT
OUR LOVE SANK
PLAY ME, SWAY ME
GENEALOGY APOLOGY?
GOSH, I SIMPLY ADORE YOU!
HURTING HEART
JOHN THE LAMP
[HOW TO ’TURN A LAMP ON’]
INTOXICATION
LOVING BEING
ON GROWING OLD
PARIS WEEKEND
PROJECTING LOVE
PINING AND DENIAL
STRAIGHTEN OUT
TO MY FATHER
THE MOUSE AND THE COWBOY
ROOM FOR IMPROVEMENT?
SAY IT TO THEIR FACE
SEARCHING
MORNING THOUGHTS
YOU SAID IT
A SIMPLE HEARTED LIFE
‘FOOD’
FRENCH CONVERSATION LESSON
GLIDE INTO LOVE
ERIKA LEAVING
GABBY LEAVING
TO SOMEONE
OVERTAKING YOUTH
WITHOUT YOU
IN A STEW
A MIXED BAG OF ISSUES
‘THE BEE’S KNEES’
ANIMAL HARM
BULLIES AND BEETROOT SOUP
‘CHANGE THE SUBJECT’
CONTRASTS
DEALING WITH IT
DIRTYING THE DISH [OR DISHING THE DIRT]
DON’T LOSE SLEEP
DONKEY DESPAIR
DROPPING STONES
EMBRACEABLE WORLD
ESCAPING THE NEWS
FIGHTING HARD
GOB SMACKED
GROWTH AND CHANGE [THEN AND NOW]
‘HERE’S HOW IT IS’
HOW CAN WE TALK ABOUT LOVE
I DON’T KNOW, CAN’T SAY.
IF BIRDS COULD HEAR
‘IT’S IRREVERSIBLE’
JUXTAPOSITIONS
MAIL ORDER SCAM
NOSING AROUND
‘NOT THE BEES KNEES’
‘OKAY, DO IT YOUR WAY’
ON A LOVELY SPRING DAY I THOUGHT………..
ONE LIFE IS NOT ENOUGH
ORGANIZED RELIGION
PRACTICAL AND DREAMY
REDUNDANT
SONG OF MY HEART
THE HATE DEBATE
THE EUROPE DEBATE
THEY GET AWAY WITH IT
WHAT WILL IT TAKE
WHO ARE YOU KIDDING!
WIN THE BATTLE [FREE WRITE]
UP THE KHYBER PASS
PLATFORMS
NATURE AND NEWS
LIKES AND DISLIKES
ALIVE POETRY AND EMPTINESS
PURE LOVE INSIDE
RIGHT NOW
GOOD AND BAD NEWS
MODERN NOISE TOO MUCH!
CHANGE THE SUBJECT
THE CARDBOARD BOX [CHOICES]
HUMOUR
A FOOL IN LOVE
[OR, A FALL IN LOVE]
ISN’T LIFE FUN!
MY EARLY CAREER
EXPOSIN’ THE HIGGS BOSON [PARTICLE PHYSICS]
QUESTIONED QUOTE
‘SHOPPING!’
SLEEP
SHORT SLEEP
SPEAK YOUR MIND
THE WEATHER
XMAS PEACE MESSAGE
UNDER THE WEATHER
ANIMAL PHRASES
COMPLAINTS TO A SUPERIOR
TIME DIARY
MY ORDER
COULD HAVE BEEN
IS THE GRASS IS ALWAYS GREENER?
STEVEN THE CHEF IS LEAVING
POETICAL POLITICAL
LAUGHTER IN SLAUGHTER
LAUGHTER AND S - LAUGHTER PART 2
GEOMETRIC HEARTACHE
HOLIDAYS
FINAL MEDLEY
LOOKING ACROSS THE HEATH
‘BEAUTY AND PAIN’
MUSIC AND NOISE
VANITIES
POST MODERN CULTURE
LIFE ITSELF
‘NOISE’
CHOPIN
THE HAPPY ROOM
THE BATTLE
THE MAGIC GARDEN
SCENTED FLOWERS
RAINBOW RIDES
LOVE OR BE DEAD!
SUMMER!
NINETEEN FORTY FIVE
PENCIL POINT
NOSTALGIC MEMORIES
ANTIBES
Dedicated to Asif
Relationships
SOME PEOPLE ARE MAGIC
Some people are magic;
those people I like.
A beautiful quality lies in some;
a constant vibration, like a distant drum.
This lady hovers through life,
sensing those who need her;
responding to someone down in luck,
with caring strings that we can pluck.
She often stops and sits
with those stuck in cold, dark, airless pits;
or sliding on a greasy slope.
She shares some common sense,
some care, some warmth; she gives hope
to fan the beaten flame;
an angel of mercy in all but name.
Some people have poetry in their being;
a beauty like an Autumn Fall.
Some are selfless, giving
like an invisible, hypnotic bird call.
Some have shimmering beauty like the Milky Way.
With common sense and far seeing
they spray our fog and fears away.
This lady caresses through life,
smoothing the edges of our strife.
Some things are so natural, so true;
they can make you feel fresh, feel new.
Like rainbows or the changing skies.
Such a one comes from a place near Russia.
Our own reliable, efficient and wonderful Gosha!!
2017
THE DELI CONFLICT
Meet a good looking, working class boy;
but a hobbledehoy of the hoi polloi.
Yet being pleasant
he worked at an upmarket delicatessen
in the smoked salmon, salami and pate counter.
A pretty girl came in with her mama
from time to time.
They had these brief encounters.
She was hoity - toity,
broad brimmed hatted,
black hair plaited,
with a silver pochette strapped across her shoulder.
At a finishing school posh,
yet she would still say,
Jolly good
, and, Oh gosh.
They learned needlework, cooking,
riding, French and wrote poems.
Then, the wealthy were reluctant
to invite the hoi polloi into their homes.
Fraternization was frowned upon.
She would encourage;
the boy, would implicitly encroach.
She would tease viciously,
he would illicitly poach.
She gave him toffee nose glances
which would turn the light down on his romantic chances.
When they would chat
he was more than suspicious that
she was more than a bit supercilious factitious.
She gave him a snobby, disinterested look
when he told her
he had won some money in a game of chance!
At last he had enough of this disingenuous stuff.
One day, her tum turned to jelly
when the boy banned her and mama from the deli.
Yes, he had actually won millions
and bought the shop!
He hadn’t told her at first;
he wanted to see if she was genuine or a flop.
The boy banned her for adopting a superior pose.
and for looking at him down her nose.
For teasing him mercilessly
and leading him on fictitiously!
He loved HER, not for her wealthy station.
But she used him to play with;
a pawn to make him feel his inferior position.
He kicked her out
the superior one NOW, no doubt.
There’s irony in there somewhere!
BRIEF ENCOUNTER
Her curl of lip and cherished eyes,
he, refined, polite;
a love that burns so bright,
the flame then stubbed out against a wall and dies.
a love affair that should not have started.
Their love a few weeks then torn and parted.
In the film ‘Brief Encounter’
they met by chance
almost too painful to watch
Rachmaninoff’s music underlines
the poignant romance.
The humdrum railway station is a
cool witness to such intense passion and joy.
You hear the music in concert and it’s great.
But added to their hopeless love
it pours out the conflict in exquisite state.
David Lean’s camera work in black and white
illustrates the light and dark of the affair.
The lights the shadows at night ooze passion
and heartache longings
As in Lean’s ‘Great Expectations’
the opening dramatic windy scene
screams out lurking danger, menace
with gaunt bare black trees
and waving branches like murderous fingers
against a moody sky.
In Brief Encounter, we see the allure
of housewife, Celia Johnson and
the easy going civility of doctor Trevor Howard.
Both married.
They are caught up in an affair
which they realize can go nowhere
11. 11. 17.
EVERY LITTLE MOVEMENT
On Remembrance Day,
I’m sick to the hilt, aren’t we all,
with all suffering and wars.
It may sound absurd, but I want to word
an extreme contrast.
We’ve been asked to write on the Movies.
I’ve chosen a scene
which has to be seen to be believed.
It is five minutes of utter breathlessness;
a moment of hushed poetry;
as the stillness of pure Life expectations before dawn
Yet, it was filmed in Hollywood, during World War Two,
with all of war’s horror, blood and death!!
Scenario: a 19 year old, Lily Mars, from a backwater town,
wants to be an actress in the city.
She hitches to New York and hides in the theatre,
where she plans to audition for the producer.
Nowhere to go, at night, she sleeps on the theatre floor,
wrapped up in her determined dreams.
So, here’s the scene:
a cleaner, Frankie, comes on stage, sweeping.
She hears Lily, and says she must leave.
Not allowed.
Unbowed, Lily says she’s here to audition for the producer.
Frankie relents, and tells Lily her story;
how, once she was a big star,
but now still prefers to be in the theatre, even as a cleaner.
Lily listens in awe and baited breath.
They both wink in mutual understanding.
Then Frankie sings, Every Little Movement
;
a beautiful little song, and Lily joins in.
They slowly move in unison.
This scene, so quiet, so loving, gets me everytime.
Takes my breath away, but also gives me breath;
the breath and strength to carry on.
Such works of Art are the islands which appear
above our vast ocean of Life below.
Why can’t all Life be so pure and still, free from horror!!
2001
OUR LOVE SANK
Sitting by the river on the South Bank,
We threw our coke cans in the water,
And watched as our love sank.
Filled with tea and cakes from the cafeteria;
but she soon became filled with hysteria.
We walked in conflict across the bridge,
but failed to bridge our gap.
On a beach, with friends, round a midnight fire,
the drink and songs softened our hearts,
and our love rose a flame higher.
Visiting her parents we had a choice;
a return flight in a day,
or a drive and overnight stay.
And we realized once again that
the passion in our love, also, could go either way.
We passed the Cenotaph,
Remembering that our love too could die.
So we could not quite close the door.
For, we had been through too much peace and war.
2017
PLAY ME, SWAY ME
Play me, sway me;
help unwrap my purple dreams.
Like diversions, they interfere and end up only schemes
Clear the road work, clarity is the aim.
Clear out confusing pathways from my grey, addled brain.
I can almost see a bright green landscape,
stretching in yellow field patchwork.
Clear blue sky, white clouds, an orange sun;
miles away from being a bored office clerk
In other words clear out the cluttered mind.
Eliminate enough till a clear yourself you find.
It’s not enough to untangle blackened knots.
The landscape must be yours, just you;
the you you have forgot.
And start to love the you that’s true
With dotted fields of forget - me - nots.
2000
GENEALOGY APOLOGY?
My ancestors made their escape
to avoid burning at the stake,
for selling fake jewels to the King.
So began my family’s criminal wing!
Since which fun, they’ve been on the run.
But I make no apology for my genealogy.
You may be aghast,
but what is past is past.
No apology for my family lies,
or Mafia ties;
They tied their flag to the mast.
Actually the crime began long before,
in some Egyptian war.
My ancestors, Joseph and his brothers,
sold the Pharaoh some rocket launchers, amongst others!
Due to a shortage of weapons crisis,
they did a shady deal with the Egyptian God Isis.
At bulk discount, by passing trade rules,
they were paid for the weapons in high value jewels.
This led to the current bad world economy!
These origins
are from the horrid genes
of my family.
They later became pirates on the high seas!
So blame my crooked brothers and the sly Egyptian Isis.
Way down my family lines, in Medieval times,
a young male relation needed a life station.
He was wed to a rich young