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Chanukah,Once More by Anish, Matthew
Another Chanukah, Another year by Anish, Matthew
Another Chanukah, Another year by Anish, Matthew
Chanukah, Again by Anish, Matthew
Chanukah Haiku by Anish, Matthew
Before Chanukah by Anish, Matthew
8 Days of Chanukah by Anish, Matthew
Chanukah Ends by Anish, Matthew
Miracle of Chanukah by Adam, Joshua
The Ghost of Chanukah Past - A Brief Digression by Anish, Matthew

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Chanukah Haiku

The lights shine brightly 
And our souls are touched by this
Peace to all of you


Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2014


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Chanukah, Again

Lights shining in 
  the night celebrate 
the re - birth 
of 
the 
spirit 
   Lights open the door
to the heart's deepest wishes 
Only celebrated by 
    a very small percentage 
of the world 
But it continues to bring glory 
   to those who let it into their hearts


Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2014


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At Night

At night life goes beyond limits
Shameful and fearless evaporates
Boys and girls tiptoe out of their abode to peculiar places
Blankets dances all the night

Even the gloomy is hailed with glamorous compliments
The sinner has a prerogative to sin
The dark hides us from the views
Only two witnesses are present
The moon and the stars


Copyright © Sello Matsepe | Year Posted 2014


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Genesis

Wasn't that the name of a rock band?
Or perhaps something from Star Trek? 
The world was not created in 7 days
  However, after Adam and Eve ate the deadly 
apple the world changed
The metaphor is excellent - The Bible is a poetry book 
The light from the past still has relevance
Even if we are now in the computer age
The old verities still have power
The world exists 
So do we
You can scoff at  existence 
Find it a kind of cosmic joke
But it has been said before 
Readers - This is not our fate


Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2014


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Poem about the Rockers

Cutting through the consciousness 
of the U.S.A. 
Children of Chuck Berry and Elvis 
Girls gyrating wildly in the corners of the space
While the odor of beer 
fills the room 
My ears are full of sound 
And I jump up and down 
Glad I came to this place!
The noise drowns my sorrow 
So who cares about tomorrow?

This poem was inspired by Chuck Berry's song "Hail. Hail Rock and Roll"


Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2014


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Betting on Last

I've always loved predicting
Which will be the last to die.
I'm rarely right but still each night
I study them and try.

They start out on an equal plane
But who knows why they change.
Like human life spans, variance
Will always seem so strange.

So as the end draws near, I watch
To see which burns down last.
Just one more night and then another
Chanukah has passed.


Copyright © ilene bauer | Year Posted 2014


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I'm on my way

I broke my ties at seventeen,trying to find myself a life:
Sold my bike for sixty-five dollars,bought a ticket for a ride.
I was headed out to Oregon,on that crisp and frosty day.
I was living free..... I'm on my way!

We hit weather back in Idaho,the roads were iced and slick,
As we drove into a mountain pass,the snow was three feet thick:
the wind kept blowing us back and forth, the bus began to sway,
It's a long way down......I'm on my way!

The day God sent His angles,to carry me away:
to place my feet on firmer ground,to keep my body safe:
the day God sent His angles,to carry me away:
and to keep me safe....I'm on my way

As the wind would push against us,the bus would slide away,
closer to that mountain Clift,I clasped my hands to pray!
We were all about to lose our lives,we couldn't run away:
and I felt at peace....I'm on my way!

The day God sent His angels,to carry me away:
To place my feet on firmer ground,to keep my body safe:
the day God sent His angels,to show me the way,
And He's kept me safe....Along the way,


Copyright © Rosemarie Staat | Year Posted 2015


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snowfall in April

Snowfall In April 

 The snowflakes that fell this morning were big 
and descended slowly and with sadness they knew
that this was the wrong time of the year – April- and 
the morning sun will melt then into oblivion and
water that would fill ditches already overflowing.
Ejected, the mother cloud was too heavy to get over
the mountain and a million snowdrops were scarified
so the cloud could sail to the tundra in Siberia.

One million volunteers, first there had been a pause,
but a few thousand walked forward others followed.
They got a blessing a white miniature cloud each and
a promise that one day they would be reborn as flurry
on the South Pole, a mass wedding of snowdrifts and 
they would never be alone again  


Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2015


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Friendship

                      FRIENDSHIP, 

     Friendships are like flowers they are started with a seed and planted in the 
spring.  You water them with care and treat them fair.  Showing them that no 
matter what you will always be there.

Friendship is not held together with fear or bought with money, it's not a word 
that is funny.  Friendship is held together with love, trust, and a touch of honey.

That day when there is no one in sight to stand beside them in the fight to face 
the eyes of fear, you take their hand and hold it tight and conquer it right now 
right there.

Friendship is meant forever not when it is in your favor.  Friendship is a twenty 
four hour commitment not just appointment.  It last from the present to the 
future even when your not together.

By
   Rowdy
            Yates


Copyright © Rowdy Yates | Year Posted 2014


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A Holiday Poem

A Holiday Poem

Mom and I went shopping at the mall
When we got there I saw a tree standing so tall.
I couldn’t believe all the decorations and lights
Decorations and lights that were oh so bright.

A few presents were under the tree
And I saw a small girl sitting on Santa’s knee.
She was telling Santa all of her wishes
A toy kitchen and maybe some play dishes.

As we walked on by I started to think
Does every child get to see Santa’s magical wink?
Are there any other holidays this time of year
Or is it just Christmas that brings families near?

Christmas isn’t just about a plump man with rosy, red cheeks
And gifts under a tree that might say don’t peek.
This day is to honor a baby boy born
A baby that is so loved and very adorned

Mom tried to explain different traditions this way.
You see Chanukah, a Jewish holiday lasts for seven days
A gift is given to each person each day of the week
The Star of David shines brightly for all who seek.

Kawanzaa an African-American holiday is one more
Celebrating a heritage with clothing that’s colorful and so much to adore
A holiday that brings awareness to all
No matter our color we should all stand tall

Don’t forget those who are homeless this night
They cling on to each other ever so tight
They might not have a tree with all the lights
When they look in the sky, stars are twinkling so very bright

Some might not have gifts to give to each other
But think of the love given to your parents, sister and brother
So much is happening during this season
No matter the day you don’t need a reason.

Enjoy all that you have, be it big or small
And Happy Holidays to one and all!!!

By Barbara Poor



Copyright © Barbara Poor | Year Posted 2015


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Another Chanukah, Another year

The ghost of Chanukah past 
     haunts me 
Yes, Chanukah past 
    candles burning, candles burning 
In battle with deadly foes 
Our people continue to exist 
The ghost of Chanukah past 
haunts me 
Remembering tales of revolutions 
   and murderers 
The ghost of Chanukah past
  The ghosts of New York, Russia and Jerusalem 
   haunt me 
So I read this ode to you friends 
In the hope we can take some joy 
from watching candles slowly burn 
from watching candles slowly burn


Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2015


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Season's Greetings

Ho, ho, ho, 
I don't think so, 
'Tis the season, 
Nope, I'll give the reasons.

Is it Christmas
When Santa Claus is indicted for murder, 
Peace and love are in the air, 
But it's hidden by the ozone layer.

The Northern Star, 
Sounds like a new warhead, 
And as for the Three Wise Men, 
They're definitely not in the White House.

The one dreaming of a White Christmas
Is your local junkie, 
Even Hanukkah
Has become 8 days a week.

Merry Christmas, 
But don't stress the former, 
Because even the Virgin Mary
Is on the pill.

(12/84)


Copyright © Suburban Lovechild | Year Posted 2015


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CORRUPTION

  CORRUPTION
I look at the horizon of life,
the destiny of our country
No love,, passing infatuation
with crucifixion of hearts and souls

Blindfolded
worsened by highhandedness
closely followed by fate
woven in deeps of unknown state
No justice

corruption our downfall
swayed by greed
confused by haste riches
A perfect man eat man society

Our destiny, premonition
our sanity, stale
our culture, eroded
with corruption, life is unfair
the country is mired into corruption


Copyright © Oliver Muchuma | Year Posted 2016


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When You Are Away

My spirit hurts
At the arrive of the night 
When you are away.
My spirit cries
When you are away,
Why don't you lay with me?

My heart aches 
At the break of the day
When you are away
My heart breaks
Why don't you stay with me?

When you are away,
My body longs for you night and day.
Every ribs and veins crack disappointedly
Because you were away and long gone with hope.

My body shivers in the comfort of the noon
When you are away,
Why don't you caress my body?

My eyes weeps at the sight of loneliness
When you are away,
Why do you leave me alone?


Copyright © john chizoba vincent | Year Posted 2015


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Dinner On The Lake


She's a young mother of two
dated knuckle heads, immature.
Two kids in tow from deadbeat dads
saggers using kids as pawns for sex. 

Be a man, be a man, be a man,
Drop that attitude not your pants.
Raise your daughters and your sons
not your brows at honey buns. 

Moonlight dinner at the lake
they courted wee hours in the night.
the crescent moon their candle light
maybe she found a suitable mate. 

He's a man, he's a man, he's a man
no attitude or sagging pant.
raised his daughter and his sons
not his brows at honey buns. 

Driving a white Mercedes Benz
he couldn't stop his obvious stare
her dark shining beauty, checking out his ride.
She said "pull over to the side"
can I have your number, if you dare? 

Dinner and a movie, a third date
a short, red, sexy dress, she waited
high heel boots, leopard print
A cute couple, away they went. 

Before the date could even begin
interrogated by her parents.
well mannered, mature, well dress
he's got it all together.
no non sense,10 years her senior. 

He's a man, he's a man, he's a man
no attitude or sagging pant.
raised his daughters and his sons
not his brows at honey buns.


Copyright © Barbara Washington | Year Posted 2014


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Tolerance

                                      Tolerance 2015

I do not celebrate Christmas and I think that is fine
I celebrate the Universe, but I still accept a “Merry Christmas” greeting without requiring cheese for my ‘whine’…

You see Christians share tunnel vision as other religious types do, it is either North or South for them and others must think like thee, for they refuse to agree to disagree

All that time wasted praying and wailing for other souls
Who do not see exactly as they see? How myopic can one be…?

I am not so naïve as to believe that the only life in the Universe
Is on planet, Earth retrieved…

We must Coexist in order to save our World
The chances of the multitudes attaining the ability to transpose seems slight to none, as our history is unfurled…

Humans are the only animals with the ability
To form an army, with the intent of total Genocide in the name of their god
Oh sod!
								Sunshine Williams


Copyright © jill spagnola | Year Posted 2015


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one more cup of tom

oh gee he is a bundle
of dog as i have the same brindle coat
on a mantel they remind me what it took
of my life to make them gentle to the world
and futon come handy as we listen to operas
and with my I camera should I show the peace
or the war the cat hiding as I told her will be ok
just give a day or two or adjust and learn or teach


Copyright © catherine labeau | Year Posted 2015


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I Can See

I Can See

I can see what you're looking to for in your LIFE
The light in my LIFE
The peace in my LIFE 
The love, understanding 
I sear what I have
To the People from my ministry
I am a part of heaven's plan
 I talks to to the people of Gods love
I shear Gods word to all my brothers and sisters
With the inspiration of God I do His will
We are all part of heaven's plan
If we chose Gods hand to lead us
Now it's all I can do is to tell you of Gods love for you
So the lord has sent me to shear Gods message 
It's to save the people and little children of the world
Not just those in poor country
I want you to have an everlasting LIFE
I want you to catch the ride all the way to paradise
I got my my ride to heaven, I want you to come to
The good lord will and does provide
I believe He will
So come along and take the ride with me
They're tuning to the Lord all across the land
To hear Him speak of the wonderful things the'll have

Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS, DD
Copyright 2014


Copyright © Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack OMS DD | Year Posted 2014


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Bunny Day

Christmas is now the Holidays.
But Hanukkah is still Hanukkah
and Ramadan is still Ramadan.

Easter still has its name.
The media needs more time
to make the change.

Donal Mahoney


Copyright © Donal Mahoney | Year Posted 2017


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Fidel Castro the Diablo's Death Christmas again

Castro! the Diablo of Life succumbs to Death
Castro! the devil’s advocate
orchestrated hooligans,
and kept a destructive quest. 
Turned a civil nation  chaotic.
Death, destruction, and demoralizing tactics
fell tears through the land.
Millions of cries hit the skies over Cuba.
This a cry that would never stop
as even the dead keep crying
with endless shouts for mercy climbing to God .
Castro! the terrifying Diablo lassoed  hate 
into the children
and grew generations that altered a beautiful land.
A man with demonic eyes  
squeezed the air out of the lungs of Cuba.
Without chains Cubans were in chains, 
as he burnt their innocence, 
and strangles those who oppose,
A fear drilled deep in the land.
Even the dead finds no rest.
Castro the Diablo of lives even in death.



Copyright © Al Juman | Year Posted 2016


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Another Chanukah, Another year

The ghost of 
         Chanukah past 
Yes, Chanukah past with 
   candles burning, candles burning 
In battle with deadly
    foes 
Our people continue to 
    exist 
The ghost of Chanukah 
     past haunts me 
Remembering tales of 
     revolutions
and murderers 
The ghost of Chanukah 
past 
  The ghosts of New York,
Russia, and Jerusalem 
    haunt me 
So I send out this ode 
    to you, friends 
In the hope we can 
     take some solace 
from watching
 candles burn
     candles burn 
         candles burn

 
   
  


Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2015


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Adrenaline

With one bite, the jaws of life closed in 
More nervous than I ever have been 
Knees quivering as the sweat drips 
Leaking from my palms to my fingertips
My heart is running multiple laps
Beating loudly like hand claps
The truth overwhelms me 
Listening with my eyes closed, afraid to see


Copyright © Jaquay Atkins | Year Posted 2016


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it is time for that happy holiday thang again

Regardless of how you paint the reason for the season
(or ignore it), I hereby invite you to join me in a call for/wish for/thought for/prayer for/(insert your word here:  ____ for) 

Peace on Earth and some much-needed GOOD WILL to ALL 
women/children/critters/men, etc.

(and maybe even a little compassion for poor old planet earth)

I hope ya got someone to hug and someone to hug ya back.

I sincerely hope that every day finds you with a full kettle
and underwear that doesn’t itch.


Idealists tend to get crucified, blown up, drawn and quartered,
vilified or just plain ignored 
but 
that doesn’t mean we should give up.


I tend to think poeters are idealists, otherwise, why would we keep believing that tossing eighty zillion poems a day into cyber space would make a difference in the cosmic tilt?

And, even though we spend a whole gob of time
writing about negative things — the woes and foibles of life,
we’re pretty good at saying:

 “I’ll read yours, if you read mine,”
                                                      ...even when we disagree.

I think that’s a pretty decent start toward looking each other in the eye — maybe even shaking hands — or,  at the very least, choosing to resist an urge to put salt in someone’s tea just for spite.  

There are a lot of ducks in this swamp.  Some ducks fly better than others.  Some quack louder.  Some have more colorful pin feathers.  Some are pretty good at stomping grapes so others can drink the wine.

It’d be a pretty boring soup if we didn’t have a few mergansers, 
dabblers, gimbsheimers and such... maybe even a few turkeys

...an occasional grebe.

I realize this was one heck of a meander just to say “HAPPY HOLIDAYS!” but hey, I gotta do my part to fill up the cybervoid.

If you’re not into the holiday thang, no biggie.  I hope you’re happy too.  

There’s a lotta room for words in cyberia, folks, so

write on!

huggadoodlingfritcheroonies

~ john




Copyright © lim'rik flats | Year Posted 2016


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24

... then again I'm almost 24
but i wish i could be 8 again, Kobe
Ignorance isn't bliss, it's a door
of perception, shoutout to Huxley 
Bliss is knowledge & knowledge is power
& that's an insurmountable tower
but all the fun's in climbing...
Where it'll take you's impossible to foresee
But you can't put a price on bein' free
Free from the parameters of society
an people tellin' you what to think....
i speak what i think and do what i speak
and It took me awhile to find that sync
So... If you speak what you think 
and you've been told what to think
Isn't that just a lip-synch?
Buy this, buy that
What we've got is fine!
Come and live amid the poverty line
& you might change your mind
about what you think you need
All that people remember are deeds
and they'll often only remember recently
Gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme
But please don't concede
You get what you give, guaranteed
Lord forgive me but you left alotta debris
And you programmed us oh so greedy
They should call religion the lottery
Pick 1 out of 10,000, Hail Mary!
Ohhh... what's it mean to be alive?
i used to be scared to die
Until i looked death in the eye
And you know what he told me?
Try and imagine before you were born
That's all death is, no need to mourn
Realize this and you have eternity...


Copyright © Zachary Alvstad | Year Posted 2015


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haiku and more

Haiku and more
Soothing rain on slates
Heal nerves torn to tatters
By unforgiving life 

Haiku
Rain is decanting 
A transparent carpet of silk
Untouchable beauty 

Haiku 
Rain chased by gust
A mad dance around corners 
A day fit for heroes 


 
The festivities 

The nauseous time of year 
When booze is handy
 Sentimentality 
Silly hats doesn`t touch me
Safe inside a fog of disbelief 


Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2016