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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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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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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 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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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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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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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 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
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,
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
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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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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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
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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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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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 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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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
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... 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