Best Dreidel Poems
Tis' the age of twitter
and sharing social status
Often quite bitter
that tech apparatus
A new kind of Christmas
That seems to just dis us
empties our pockets
burns out our sockets
Take me back to the time
Berries twisted with twine
A simple pleasurable dine
Perhaps a splash of red wine
A bushel of our loves
A new pair of gloves
Dancing elf upon a shelf
Mistletoe to add a glow
After the freshly fallen snow
When passwords were for forts
And Santa might be heard
with his jolly ol' snorts
reindeer that methodically stir
prior to blue screens that blur
Take me back to the time
Berries twisted with twine
A simple pleasurable dine
Perhaps a splash of red wine
A Christmas carol
Gleefully received new apparel
A possible dreidel for thee
Without a never-ending membership fee
Cards that wished genuine love
from heaven above
Not a book with a face
But an ember glowing fireplace
Take me back to the time
Berries twisted with twine
A simple pleasurable dine
Perhaps a splash of red wine
Not a Pinterest party
Just an Interested party
I'm not in a group
But I am in the loop
Without an insult or like
putting together a new bike
With kisses and courage
that nourish and flourish
Take me back to the time
Berries twisted with twine
A simple pleasurable dine
Perhaps a splash of red wine
When tags were for gifts
Not a computer sharing multiple grifts
Sleigh rides, jingle bells, snow drifts
Glorious melody that instantly lifts
My Christmas past is antiquated, perhaps
So much time spent on these screens
Political posts caused friendship collapse
So, on this Holy Date, I will wean
for a day
Wishing you A Merry Christmas
and a possible New Sleigh
300wd.
Categories:
dreidel, christmas,
Form:
Lyric
Oh winter has come today
and Ole Santa has greased up his sleigh
he no buffoon so he's packed a stuffed loon
and long john with a dreidel bouquet.
He not going to Canada cause
Chris A. writ a sourpuss clause
banning Santa's banter, his reindeers canter
and demeaning Ole Santa because????
Well, Santa is sweet and he's good
he knows he's made up and Chris should!
But apparently Chris A. has Claus envy they say
or perhaps it's what's under Santa's hood?
Oh winter has come today
and the ding dongs are out to play
so watch out Chris A., leave Santa alone!
if you must pick a fight, watch out for drones!!
Categories:
dreidel, funny, winter, winter,
Form:
Light Verse
Hanukkah is a time for presents, potatoes and dreidels,
Everyone has fun, even babies in cradles,
They can watch the dreidel spin, and spin and spin,
until they view stars in everything,
Little presents make days and nights happier,
with potato latkes adorning the tables,
The chidren spin the dreidels while
participating in all their activities
getting a rouse out of all their relatives,
The dreidel spins from the past,
the future and the present,
creating a joyous environment,
and a glimpse into the future,
Watching themselves spinning,
and spinning the dreidel until
they are very mature.
Categories:
dreidel, holiday
Form:
Prose Poetry
I tried to eat a baseball cap
A dreidel and some lumber
Some beetles and a monkey trap
And now this swell cucumber.
Categories:
dreidel, animal, food, funny, humorous,
Form:
Quatrain
My head spins like a dreidel in December.
Searching for God's grace while laying in bed like an open casket.
Waiting for His resurrection like it's Easter Sunday.
At mercy to the Devil's work by Monday.
Looking to the skies for stars to shine through the moonlight.
The same way we search for rainbows after the storm.
I'm wandering lost in this cold Tundra.
Still waiting for the rainbow to form.
How ironic the world can be a reflection of Hell.
Sometimes scorching, blazing bearing temperatures unbearable.
Igniting my inner fire until unleashed with wicked eruptions setting ablaze everything in its path.
Only a cool substance can stop the reigning terror eluded.
Many of the cold-hearted inhabit this land.
I negate the temperatures with the implementation of structured diction.
My creation of unified sentences and jumbled up words to describe what cannot be spoken.
My lyrical enlightenment, my illumination to the darkness.
It is the smooth jazz when my heart beats to the rhythm of blues.
It is the declaratory elixir that serves as a potion to relieve my cursed pain.
It is my safe haven from the surrounding destruction.
It is the emancipation of my soul bounded by incarceration.
It is my fire to the blistering cold.
It is my shelter from this pyromaniac world in which I'm a resident.
It is the entrancing grace of Poetry.
Categories:
dreidel, poems, poetry, poets,
Form:
Free verse
When Christmas music blasts in stores,
It jangles all my nerves.
I really do not understand
The purpose that it serves.
Such gaiety seems forced and fake,
Especially to me,
‘Cause I’m not one to celebrate
With wreath or Christmas tree.
But recently inside a shop
The dreidel song did blare.
You’d think I’d be excited
By a happening so rare.
However, you’d be wrong
For the reaction that I had
Was that songs of Chanukah, in stores,
Sound equally as bad!
Categories:
dreidel, holiday, music,
Form:
Rhyme
While we dwell to this dreidel,
I seek to know before a sear,
Even in the most ineluctable dandle,
The fruit to which may indeed bear;
In the imbue oblivion, I tell a riddle,
Most morass yet merely in fear,
For the sake of fiduciary wheedle,
Let me share with you my compadre,
The reason for this lachrymose!
We seek solace, I seek a motley,
Of a jejune yet quite leonine__
I’m carrying a huge cornucopia;
__And the temerity to extirpate
The gloaming quiddity, the fireflies.
With my cries not perceptible;
And this sandbag is too heavy a burden;
The earthquake of demands,
With the hallucination of needs,
Have starved my conscience Mekeba!
For I do not come to you by chance,
By chance found you in my utopia.
To be a man calls for a hybrid of habits,
The fluctuation which efface intrinsic,
Hapless of a jaded impaired grift.
To be a suitable snitch in the sight,
Of your serene pugilism with skylark,
A batty revelation of chains of choice!
An honest opinion of soft sips.....
A turpitude scent of petals niche,
The jurassic meld of mundane’s prig.
In my desolate the burning throbs,
The anxiety to revert my paunch,
The antithesis of the flamboyant story;
The entangled facts from the realities
This is the precarious situation smelling,
Around the jungle with fear or shame.
The ornery of your aesthetic breach,
And they vaunted to a great suffice,
Tales of a teller telling them in a folktales.
Everyone with his own dilemma;
In the gamut of this conjecture,
Who will help me muster this burden?
I have reached the dovetail for perfection
For I’m no longer a peer, so I see different,
From the way I saw ages ago in oblique.
This pot of inferno has exploded and this fire,
The inscrutable fire has engulfed my head,
I’m burning in clandestine fray....
I’m in moribund and so I bloviate for help,
In this helpless world that help only the dead!!.
Categories:
dreidel, 3rd grade, africa, allusion,
Form:
Free verse
(ah miss bing amiss with former mistress)
Oh Glenda (Miz Gee gee)
years elapsed since, I didst hawk
verboten fruit adrip
from yar verdant bough,
thy strong craven raven
doth still twitter and flip
sans thy testosterone switch,
where woody pecker missus grip
ping re: egret ting prospective
relationship nixed thee
as gull friend material, hip
mistress, though heron eye did pay lip
service verily org*s mic* lee quip
yes...wren doer ring
more'n commit Freudian slip
which peeping cardinal tip
towing thru nested tulip trip
gave balled oriole peck whip
ping lil s*x pistol be
friending chirping pu**y riot
inserting thingmabob
after pants sigh did un zip.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Egg gad unlike rob bin duck cradle
yar mature red breast all aswirl
asper a stationary dreidel
ma** aery ducts mine mouth pursed
yar nipples mine gums did ladle.
Only in memory, aye
hungrily thirst and thirstily hunger
fort deux aureole dye
still affecting this gab
bird, who didst deign
as milquetoast guy.
Whenever this birdman alone
his thoughts metaphorically drone
worm wayward toward
pubic thatch, where
hello kitty doth purr and groan
of quintessentially
kinky coiled hair moan
ning softly as thee
bared naked lady lies prone
admiring pinkish puckered
def flesh tone.
Categories:
dreidel, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Happy Thanksgivukkah!
Latkes and turkey!
Protocol here is
A little bit murky.
It hasn't happened
For thousands of years
And we'll all be dead
Before it reappears.
So watch all your football
And spin your best dreidel.
Slurp up that pumpkin soup
With some kneidel.
Savor these holidays;
Celebrate twice,
'Cause having Thanksgivukkah's
'Specially nice!
Categories:
dreidel, holiday,
Form:
Rhyme
Light the candles, flames so bright
Chanukah's here eight days and nights
Spin the dreidel 'round and 'round
Potato latkes frying, yummy sounds
A few coins for the kinder
Precious silver gelt
Chanukah's a minor festival
~ deeply felt
Categories:
dreidel, celebration, holiday, inspirational, jewish,
Form:
Rhyme
A happy minor holiday
That's what Chanukah was
'Till its proximity to Christmas
gave it an American buzz
In days of old, we lit the candles
Spun the dreidel** for mere pennies --
Now with ceremonies in the public square
and lavish presents, oh-so-many
Chanukah's theme of dedication
~ Does there remain any?
** a dreidel is Yiddish for a spinning top
Categories:
dreidel, holiday, meaningful,
Form:
Rhyme
Early in life worthlessness prevailed employ
ying gnawing, infecting thought processes
did more than annoy
rooted, short circuited, and tasered
flickr happiness lived
spontaneous bobbing sponging buoy
clinging to mother's
apron string series
of unfortunate events
conspired to destroy
that extremely introverted
shy locked lad, and somewhat coy
no matter bred from Jewish stock,
his existence he did not enjoy
he knew no more of Semitic heritage,
and for all intents and purposes,
said life devoid of joy,
now late in his life shill
still coon sitter himself a goy.
This corporeal body orbited sun
at woof lee light warp speed,
no mortal can outrun
decades spun ever
faster than speeding bullet
from most high powered gun
or analogous to none
other than miniature whirling dervish
gyroscopic combination dreidel won
dress lee resembling
dicey snake eyes on fire all fun
and games by expert
watergate burglar nixon
argh...burned his legacy
Gerald ford did pardon
can of worms best not open
infamous administration
equally as full of shame
as Trump shenanigans,
he need put in place
rather than blame,
thus someone must tame
perhaps yours truly - not as lame
as presumed, unless ye might be game
eldest sister of mine suggested to aim
site as political activist bandwagon and
thus ineluctably claim
feeling glad to right Dame
Liberty, now a mockery, I exclaim
where land of milk and honey
necessitates more apropos name
oh...of course a
suitable avatar and meme!
Categories:
dreidel, america, betrayal, fear, husband,
Form:
Bio
I am in love with mystery
What makes an clock loud to silence but quiet to sound
Can we taste the clouds rain has burst from
Touch the hearts of sinners for remorse
June is my friend
And so is May
But when I sat to think about it...
So is every month
When it was hot I enjoyed the salt my sweat makes
Just the right seasoning to a summers day
When it's cold I will run like a child
Through the snowy mountain caps
Singing Christmas songs and spinning a dreidel
I remember the boy I will kiss
Puckering up to a potential greater than puberty
Dancing to the thunder as it claps a standing ovation
I am in love with the moments when a scholar is lost at words
I am infatuated with priests who pray silently
I am the holder of the forgotten
And the descendent of the mystery
Rise and be what makes them ill
Shall always make me smile
Categories:
dreidel, fantasy, inspirational, mystery, love,
Form:
Free verse
A rare confluence of events
Is happening tonight
To fill both Jews and Christians
With a feeling of delight.
At sunset Chanukah begins;
Two candles thus will glow,
While Christmas brings excitement,
Knowing Santa Claus will show.
All celebrants will gather
With their kith and kin to feast.
There'll be gossip, gifts and goodies,
Greedy waistlines thus increased.
So to all who'll spend this evening
With the dreidel or the tree,
Here's a happy merry greeting
Flowing straight to you from me.
Categories:
dreidel, chanukah, christmas,
Form:
Rhyme
the primrose sin of long unwaxing days
hours religious as a dreidel
in near earth orbit
we pluck dry flowers
like flirting genesis
like writing the noon-day Bible
and dispel a magic
we’d long forgotten wrote.
Categories:
dreidel, fate, love, passion, sad
Form:
Free verse