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Iam reading MIKE STONE tonight. Wow, mesmerizing poetry. I know his themes are sour white as a full moon or pitch black as midnight and sometimes his verses speak God and creation, his satire taunts creation and his metaphor haunts evil to brighten from dark to light. His imagery talks to descendants of David and Goliath. He wrote on petals, he spat lyrics on tree leaves and signature poetry on the red clay earth of this world and poetry washes the dirty laundry of history , digital forests and life .STONE slings poetic vibe to the unrepentant, to the dead and sleeping living to rise and face the traumatizing realities of the modern world, his poems exorcise   bending  grandsons and demon- cursed grand-daughters from the clutches of evil. The verses are fat with reason   and glow with  live spirit. MIKE STONE is a laureate of words and a maestro of letters. Tonight, TIME OF THE POET REPUBLIC is gratified   feature Prolific American Poet Mike Stone. We enjoy to engage and walk along lanterns of literacy and candles of poesy by the  Iconic Mike Stone.


                         INSIDE THE  POETIC STEW



By the River Jordan
Raanana, August 5, 2015

Once upon a time forgotten,

Or so they say,

God walked alongside Abraham

On goat paths crisscrossing mountains

When they were still new and green,

When Moriah was not yet named.

But sometime later God took his angels

And his box of miracles to his bosom

Leaving us to our own devices,

Existentialism and science.

Perhaps because our faith was not enough,

Because we understood the letter

And not the spirit,

Because His creation could not create

But only destroy itself,

He left us to ourselves.

We fought our enemies oh so bravely

But, when the enemy was ourselves, capitulated.

Now we live in a moral flatland,

Two dimensional creatures on a yellowing page

Without height or depth.

We kill because we can,

We hate and hatred makes a home of death.

By the River Jordan,

By the caves of Qumran,

By the hills of Jerusalem,

We lay down and wept for thee Zion.


© 2015 by Mike Stone (from “Yet another Book of Poetry”)



A Tale of Two Cities
Raanana, October 9, 2015

It was the blessed of cities

It was the cursed of cities,

A city located halfway between heaven and earth

And a city halfway between earth and hell,

A city where stones are cool and soft

From evening breezes and countless feet

A city where stones are hot with blood

And sharp with crashing down on heads,

A city purchased with the blood of David

From Jebusites for more than it was worth,

A city worth more today than the blood of all our children,

One city’s Mount Moriah where Isaac was bound for sacrifice

Another’s Al-Masjid al-Aqsa where Mohammed ascended,

A city protected by youthful soldiers

And a city defiled by youthful soldiers,

Jerusalem the capital of Israel

And al-Quds the capital of Palestine

But in truth the capital of no earthly nation,

A city twice destroyed

A city indestructible,

A city about which everything said is true

And one about which nothing said is true.


© 2015 by Mike Stone (from “Yet another Book of Poetry”)



Ode to a Lover

(inspired by a poem by Mahmoud Darwish, 1941-2008)

Raanana, March 15, 2019

I read a poem sometime between dawn and coffee;

It told of a man whose beloved’s eyes

Pierced his heart with thorns and

I knew eyes like that once.

His beloved deserted him for another

And my heart also knew what he had felt

But his beloved somehow became a land,

A slight sliver of a land insignificant

In the grand scheme of things,

But the land he loved none-the-less

More than life itself,

A land much like the land I love

To walk its meandering paths with Daisy.

But then his land turned out to be my land

That had deserted him for me

And my country counted him among our enemies.

Then I understood how a land

Cannot desert its poets

And when it opens up its womb

To accept its prodigal sons,

It does so in love.


© 2019 by Mike Stone (from “Call of the Whippoorwill”)



Outside of Eden’s Garden

As it is written,

God told Abraham to take his son, Isaac,

Whom he loved, to Mount Moriah

To make of him a burnt offering to Him

But sent only a messenger

To stay Abraham’s raised knife.


As it is written,

Moses led the Hebrews out of Egyptian slavery

Through the sea and deserts to the Land of Canaan

Where from the top of Mount Nebo

Moses saw his people enter

The Promised Land without him

Because God forbade him entry,

A man with a single doubt

Without whom his people would have perished.


And as it is written,

God put Job in the hands of Satan

On condition that he spare Job’s life

Because Job was righteous,

No matter what evil might befall him

Just to win a bet with Satan

Who destroyed everyone and everything

That poor Job had or loved.


Sometimes it is difficult

To tell the difference between God and Satan

Or justify His mysterious moves

But the truth is

We’ve outgrown Him

As we must if we’re to survive

Outside of Eden’s garden.


September 7, 2019


© 2019 by Mike Stone (from “The Hoopoe’s Call”)


mike stone

MIKE STONE was born in Columbus Ohio, USA, in 1947. He graduated from Ohio State University with a BA in Psychology. He has served in both the US Army (stationed in Germany) and the Israeli Defense Forces. Mike has been writing poetry since he was a student at OSU. He has published five books of poetry (“The Uncollected Works of Mike Stone”, “Yet another Book of Poetry”, “Bemused”, “Call of the Whippoorwill”, and “The Hoopoe’s Call”), a book of essays, and four science fiction novels (“Why Is Unit 142857 Sad? Or the Tin Man’s Heart”, “The Rats and the Saps”, “Whirlpool”, and “Out of Time”). He had supported his writing habit by working as a computer programmer, specializing in information security. Now he is retired. Mike moved to Israel in 1978 and has lived in a town called Ra’anana ever since. He is married to his beloved wife, Talma, has three wonderful sons, and seven precious grandchildren (so far).Mike has had poetry published in anthologies, such as “The Last Stanza” in support of the African Refugee Development Center, “Voices Israel 2011”, and “Arc 22” (2012) . He has had poems translated into Spanish (Poémame 2019). He is currently translating a collection of poems into Hebrew (“לא מאותו מסטינג”). Mike’s native language is English, but he also speaks Hebrew, Spanish, and German in various degrees of fluency.
Check out his blog at You can read his latest poetry (“The Meandering”), short stories, and essays, while they are still works in progress. Mike also has an Amazon author’s page at

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 MBIZO CHIRASHA IS the Freedom of Speech Fellow to PEN- Zentrum  Deutschland,Germany. 2019 African Fellow  of the International Human Rights  Arts Festival in NewYork, USA.Literary Arts Activism Diplomatie.  Globally Certified  Arts Mediums Curator and Influencer. Internationally Published Page and Spoken Word Poet. Writer in Residence.  Arts for Human Rights Catalyst.  Core Team Member of the Bezine Arts and Humanities Project. His illustrious poetry , hybrid writings , political commentary ,short fiction , book reviews  and Arts Features are published in more  than 400 spaces notably the Monk  Arts and Soul in  Magazine  in United Kingdom. Atunis in Belgium. Demer press poetry series in Netherlands. World Poetry Almanac in Mongolia.Poesia journal in Slovenia. Bezine Arts and Humanities Webzine in USA. The Poet a Day in Brooklyn ,USA. Litnet Writers Journal in South Africa. African Crayons in Nigeria. Poetry Bulawayo in Zimbabwe. Pulp-pit USA.the FictionalCafe international Journal , Texas USA. Best New African Poetry series in Zimbabwe, Zimbolicious Poetry Collections in Zimbabwe. Co-edited Street Voices International Publications with Andreas Weiland  in Germany.Co-Edited  Silent Voices Anthology, a Tribute to Chinua Achebe.


  TIME OF THE POET  REPUBLIC-An Internet based Poetry Center,  Archiving Theme based Digital Poetry Anthologies and  Profiling Iconic Poets and Writers

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