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 Moshe Benarroch has published two collections of poetry in English "Horses and other doubts" (http://iuniverse.com, 114 pages, 9.95$) and "You walk on the land until one day the land walks on you" (http://xlibris.com, 248 pages, 16$), both available from Amazon, Borders and Barnes And Noble.

He was born in Morocco and lives in Israel. He writes in three languages, Hebrew, Spanish and English and his poetry has been published in hundreds of magazines and anthologies worldwide. He was featured poet in the international Austin poetry festival, 1999, in poetrymagazine.com (july 2000) and has read his poetry in Israel, Spain and the US. He has published ten books, of poetry prose and one novel in Hebrew, Spanish and English.

For more information and more poems:

http://www.authorsden.com/moshebenarroch



          
 
 
Can Do Better 
~~~~~~~~~~~ 
 
Always torturing myself for things I didn't do 
why didn't I write a long novel 
my novels are too short 
why not the long poem, 
why so many languages 
am I really good at any of them 
why my books don't sell maybe 
I am such a bad writer and poet 
why when  I am not writing 
I feel like the village idiot 
or maybe I am I should 
leave all this and make some money 
for my family I should divorce 
and face my fate and write all day long 
I should and I could and I should 
and I know it's my mother behind all this 
and all these teachers always saying 
I could do better, all my friends 
always saying I could do better 
that's my image the man that could do better 
but if I could do better or write better 
I would have done it, 
wouldn't you, you lazy bastard! 
  
 
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Many Tongues 
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  (this poem comemorates the fact that I have only 
  written 2 poems in Hebrew in the last two years). 
 
I left the Hebrew language 
as others leave a loved woman 
they have been trying to fuck 
for ten or fifteen years, saying 
woman I am a man, hear all the 
other women that want me and 
now I have to go and get what 
I need from them, I am a poet 
woman, and you can't be my 
fantasy forever, I am poet in search 
of a a language and many tongues 
have loved me and your door has 
been closed for so long, I had to 
open other knobs with other hands 
I can't behave like an amputee forever 
and now that so many doors have 
opened, now you open yours to see 
if I'm still there, I am not and when 
you see me near it's because I took 
a walk, a walk through my old habits 
I don't need your tongue, many tongues 
have loved me now and I don't miss 
your never existing carress anymore. 
  
 
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Witches 
~~~~~~ 
 
The witches look lovely tonight 
they are all dressed for the wedding 
of Lilith and Prince Charles 
Their noses are perfect 
and they walk to applaud 
the love they always had 
The witches they have names 
that burn the water that tighten 
their belly to the next oven 
and we all know the witches love you 
they love kings and princes 
they love poets and slaves 
they love everything 
for they are witches 
and their loves are ashes. 
  
 
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Slopes 
~~~~~ 
 
I am wearing this uniform but I don't care for wars 
I am wearing this uniform to beat you and prostitute you 
to unchain your heart out of your flooded hat 
to destroy all that we built with our own horse 
 
I am going now to Bethlehem to build me a boat 
I will then fly through caves of death and fire 
and when I see you again I reckon you won't 
even think about looking at my shining face 
 
My face will become gold and fire out 
of my nose will arose the words you say 
and just when you think you understand 
 
What I am saying your tongue will be dryer 
than the desert, and your words will invade 
your ears, do you hear my slopes now? 
  
 
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Finally I thank my parents 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 
  
 
Everything I ever learned 
came from my parents' mistakes 
the solutions of one generation 
are the problems of the next 
 
Whatever they did to help me 
was against my nature 
Swimming against the waves 
I learned where my future was 
 
I shouted and cried until I silenced 
and there I could see my angels 
helping me to get through 
 
It happened in dreams where 
funny films were screened before me 
waking me up, my laughs from nowhere. 
 
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Ready 
~~~~~~~~~~ 
 
Used to say I am ready to die 
but I was a coward 
I was not ready to live 
 
second hand lives 
lives of few seconds 
 
Used to say I was ready to die 
now I am willing to live 
to die anyday now 
ready to live ready to leave. 
  
  
  
  
 
      Moshe Benarroch 
  
  
 
email: moben@barak-online.net 
 
 
 

 


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