Guy Shaked has studied art and music at the Hebrew University in Jerusalem where he completed an M.A in the Humanities. He received an Italian government grant for his articles on various subjects such as Michelangelo's David, The Math of Traffic Congestion, Psychological Complexes, and Mozart's music. Shaked published three books, and his 60 online articles, which have been visited over 800,000 times, were cited by C. Wright of Yale and G. Abramson of Oxford as well as by other researchers.
Guy Shaked's haiku poems have appeared in 'Frogpond' (the most prominent haiku magazine outside of Japan) , 'Haiku News', '3LIGHTS', and 'World Haiku Review'. In addition, one of Shaked's ... more »
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Guy Shaked Poems
Once There Was Love
Once, there was love here, Once, there were thick treetops.
I'm talking to you digitally, Yes - no - yes - no, One - zero - zero - one, Not the results of a soccer match.
Tel Aviv on Amphetamines
A city on amphetamines. Wants to atone Breathe, breathe, breathe For the war.
The Waters in Jerusalem
Freezing, the waters are freezing, In Jerusalem, The people are freezing-cold too. Better than having a cold,
II Summer in Rome
My dog shuns the rain, As I sit by marble bees, Continents apart.
There is No Force
That could make a difference. There is no force in the world… A real significant difference.
Summer in Rome
By the over flowing Tiber, Walking slowly, to the Turtles Fountain. -
Calmly, I communicate with you, In Standard English, With herbal tea, And a Valium on the side.
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Once There Was Love
Once, there was love here,
Once, there were thick treetops.
They trimmed down the treetops,
We too trimmed our love.
All that remains,
Is our great love for a child.
And what shall we do now that,
We have to spend the evening together?
Maybe we'll tiptoe,
So as to not annoy each other.