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MY WEBSITE |
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Here you are going to meet me, my poems, short stories and novels. For the beginning |
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I Shall start with some poems which received general approval, including my own. |
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Being Jewish I am involved with happiness of all mankind, because that is one of the |
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most Important things in life. 'It will be fine,' we say when we have the blues, 'the |
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world is full of nice people if you are lucky enough to come across them.' |
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Yes, I love people, and I don't date my poems because each is representing itself, |
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mind when it decided to get written. I am one of those who gets orders from the |
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pencil and not the other round. Now pay attention, here come the poems. |
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PUBLICATIONS Sinners Who Are Beginners - Poems A String of Pearls - Poems Seaman's Wife - Not a Novel |
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IDENTITY
I' m Miriam Hammel, a housewife, I'm a teacher, I'm a writer, sort of, I'm a poet, a versifier, who never became pen for hire. I'm Yaacov's wife and I am my sons' mother,, and there is nothing that I would be rather. But where is little Martha, of Schoengasse three, door number twenty-seven, did she get lost when I was eleven? I think she is still around when I wake up, the morning is grey, I catch a hazy sight of last night's dream, I seem to be still there but I am here, I remember some fear which isn't mine, but little Martha's. Maybe I should have loved her better, perhaps from time to time I should write her a letter. She must have been something more than a name to put aside, maybe I should look at her in a different light. If I want to feel still on the upper floor, shouldn't I write first Martha, then Miriam on my door? |
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YOU ARE A GOOD GIRL |
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It was not just weakness and pain, |
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Suffering and quick knives, |
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Screaming agony in your nightmares, |
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It was all there in the nurses eyes |
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That smiles at you saying |
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'You're a good girl, finished |
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Your pudding, didn't you? Now |
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drink up your medicine, nurse is waiting.' |
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And you, hating the nurse, the pills |
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And the light ask haltingly |
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WHEN YOU SUFFER
I whish I had no memories Of your pain Because It brings me To the brink Of sanity, I wish I had no need To review Your thoughts, To know Your raging heart Which taught me Agony, I wish You had no memories Which make me sad Because your torment And distress Are mine. |
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'how much longer?' and she says |
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'another hour and we turn on TV,' |
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'it's 'All in the Family', and you say |
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'yes' it goes in families, life and death |
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I'm tired', and she says |
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'cheer up' didn't you hear |
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what the doctor said? |
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And you know pretty well |
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What the doctor said |
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While his mouth voiced stupid words |
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Talking of improvement, making you laugh |
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A grotesquely distorted grin, |
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And you want so very much |
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To laugh like a schoolgirl |
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Chased by her lover across the lawn, |
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Want to bury your face in a bunch |
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of wild spring flowers breathing life, |
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Not those here in the room |
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Smelling decay and rot. |
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'take the flowers away, nurse, I tell you!' |
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and she says 'not before you take those pills,' |
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so you swallow them all |
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to get rid of the flowers on your grave. |
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THE FLY AND I |
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I WANT TO SEE THE STARS |
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I have an agreement with the fly, |
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Put out the lights, |
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We both don't cry |
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I want to see the stars, |
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While sitting on the wall |
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and shut that screaming radio down, |
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Watching the world go by - |
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I want to hear |
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It's a bond between us, |
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The stillness of the night, |
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A convent of two creatures |
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I want to get away |
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Who watch and never talk |
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From the artificiality |
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Of grace and mercy, |
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For the small eternity |
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Neither do we mention |
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Of a minute or two |
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The spider's web, |
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And feel that I am part |
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And other fearful enemies |
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Of God's creation |
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We see pass by |
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And not a bird |
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And do not cry; |
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Caught in the cage |
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That's our pact and treaty, |
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Called civilisation, |
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Watching life with detachment, |
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I want to watch |
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No interference, |
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Up there the milky way |
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Because we both |
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Until I gain |
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Out of equality |
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A truer knowledge |
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In weakness and in fear |
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Of you and me ' |
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Watch and don't cry |
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Put out the lights, |
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While hell passes by. |
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I want to see the stars. |
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SOCIAL WORKER |
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Good morning, |
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New day of frustration, |
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Why is it |
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That helping the needy |
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You need not just |
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The dedication of a saint, |
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Operational guidance |
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Of textbooks, regulations, |
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Monetary sources |
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And God's blessing, |
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Why is it |
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That more than once |
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At the day's end |
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Having spent your |
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Last drop of strength |
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You feel the devil |
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Looking over your shoulder |
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A nasty smile on |
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His lips, saying |
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'I do win out in the end, |
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Don't I?' |
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CLICK HERE TO HEAR NO BELLS |
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CLICK HERE TO MEET MOSHIKO |
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