Best Ger Poems
This women in my home argues why I leave her so-much along.
Together she say, the two of us should make the weakest link in
the chain strong (relationship). "but she's all along". The bird's
chirping as the sun awaken and stretch forth its arm as another day
creeps through the curtains and not one word is spoken. "This stran-
ger in my home". Whoe, I guest - I-guest silent is the proper thing
to do, don't say nothing to me, and I want say nothing to you.
But I break's the ice and reach for her hand, she stubborni-
ily pull-away and storms out of the room, I'm confuse and now I'm
angry, "You men's just don't understand", is the response she say's
to me, cann't talk to this stranger in my home, "but she's all along".
I head-out the door for work, not to be such a jerk. I leave her a
note to meet me after work. at a nice cozy lil restaurant secluded so
we can talk. I arrive there first, then she walk's in looking so sexxy,
my whole head spins, (she's) looking this good can not be a sin.
We rap and we talk, this stranger (my wife) were once there were
danger of never seeing her again-now after a few drinks and the pro-
blem becomes vaguily clear, we toast to communicating, and sometimes
two people will not alway's agree on the same thing. Touching each
other's hands-looking into her eye's, she's wearing a very provocative
dress that clearily has awaken this man. Talking is refreshing and I tell
her, your perfume smells aahhh soooo--sweet, now at home we stop and
began Kissing, and together we floats-on to heaven. "With Wing's be-
neath my feet's".
Walk on Water
I was a tear drop in your ocean
I was a ship wreck in your sea
And now you won't even…. talk to me
Now you're walking on water
just to walk away from me.
I'm holding a picture of you
and its slowly fading ….A…way,
I warned you about Katie and Pete
kissing yeah kissing!
Right In front of me!
So, you killed the messenger
And the mess..en..ger was me.
Now you're walking on water
just to walk away from me.
I was a tear drop in your ocean
Another shipwreck drowning in your sea.
I’m holding a picture of you its slowly fading from me.
I'm sitting here just dying
Dying all alone.
I'm painting a picture of you but
I can't remember the color of your eyes.
Are they green, hazel or blue.
So, in December I'm going for
A long walk in the mountain snow
And I'm never coming back to you.
I was a tear drop in your ocean
A shipwreck in the sea.
So you're still walking on water to walk away from me
(c) London F. BuSS. 2024
God Is
God is not confused
God is not amused
God is not impressed
God does not watch commercials
God is not the target demographic
God does not buy name brand clothes or slave labor labels
God is not stylish
God is not popular
spoken of often but
God is not popular
God
Currently has multiple copyright infringement and slander cases in litigation
‘cause people keep on placing his name in the middle of nonsense
God is often imitated and killed daily
God finds your insanity boring
God laughs at what you think you know
God know you don’t know her
God ignores posers
Your ego slashed God’s tires
God is all dressed up with nowhere to go
God is the greatest dancer you’ve never seen
God is a beautiful wallflower
Waiting on your call
Dios no hablo ingles
God is against comprehensive immigration reform
God is also against borders
and inequitable sociopolitical and socioeconomic policies
God is not capitalistic
God is not patriotic
God is not contemporary
God is not cosmopolitan
God is a Sunda(zed) effigy
the Author rendered understudy by impostors
Perfection red lined and compartmentalized
Prepackaged for your comfort and their control
God is not a GMO
God is not a seedless watermelon
or a perfectly yellow and uniform bunch of bananas
God is not a Li-ger
God is not a Kentucky Fried Chicken wing
God is not at Chick Fil-A or Church’s chicken either
God is not a contradiction or a fictional promise
God is waiting at the end of our grey wavering
God is not one of us
God is the true and living absolute
God is love unequivocal
the binary promise
the timeless omni-dimensional logic appearing illogical to the finite senses
God is exact and infinite
the mystery in which there is no intrigue
the balance in deed rendering speech meaningless
God is beyond question or renegotiation
God never whatever
God ever forever
The bearer of the standard that I strive to stand upon
The principle to which I wish to nearer draw
The here to there
The this to that
The then now and ever in an instant
The all in all in which it all makes sense
the destination
the road itself
and the motivation to keep on walking
All thanks to William Wordsworth, one of our greats
I wandered in my kitchen round
floating high on cocaine broaches
all at once guess what I found
a nest of golden cockroaches
inside the stove, beside the fridge
singing and dancing on every ridge
Continuous gold in costumes fine
eyes a-twinkling; looks of gay
parades in never-ending lines
the bug-stards out in full array
ten thousand I would estimate
with spindly legs on roller skates
They weaved and waved in glorious tune
to Bug Stars' hit "We're wild and free"
well good to make a poet swoon
to hear such perfect harmony
I gazed in wonder at this troupe
outdoing any pro rock group
Skilled crooners crooned while chorus girls
in-sync tap-tapped and showed slim knee
with hoops and loops and swirls and twirls
each pitch they met with practiced ease
involuntarily I swayed
blew air kisses in accolade
Now oft in bed when sleep eludes
in vacant and depressive mode
their scrabble on my mind intrudes
as on my food their sh-t they load
and then my heart with rue is stocked
cocaine's a bug-ger!! I'll smoke my socks!!
Why is he so dumb?
Why do I have to love him?
He is my brother
Behold the devil runs the show
the truth of judgement day
of there being no happy ending
how is that not an unholy scandal?
The only truth of revelations
the end of the world
the only thing they agree upon and kill for
if it is so true
whats the deal
do we have a quota to fill
of a grudge to carry into the future
i dont get it
is it there to torture us
a euphemism of ha ha
your gonna kick the bucket
and i live forever
and all you did was suffer
and in the end i get my happily ever after
sounds right
judgement day
how could it be a scam
we all ger judged for making the devil happy
to survive
makes no sense to me
im wrong either way
then punished for it
must be made for my life
sounds about right
lets call it truth
Why do people have to die,
for something as stupid as war?
It's pointless,
It's worthless,
and causes nothing but pain.
There may be that moment,
when the victory is great.
But there's always after,
when the sorrow sinks in,
the tears fall,
and hearts break.
Fathers and sons are lost,
leaving wives and mothers behind.
Alone to grieve,
alone to weap,
and to scream at the sky,
despising to world.
It's something that she,
will never ger over.
That she lost her som or husband,
to the squables of countries.
There is no joy in this pointless bloodshed,
that causes nothinf but heartwretching pain.
It's pointless,
and it's worthless.
So why do so many hace to die,
for something as stupid as war.
… & the ma-sters
of arro-glance
blew up faces
of in-dignity
slapping the honesty
out of the national-ism
of the fore-found-sters
of this ni-ger-stands!
& we stood still
still! still like the grave
of the masses of hungry-sters
& angry martyrs of my niger …
Slow down cowboy and reload she mocked
and next time try not to go off half-cocked.
Then she said with a snig-ger
you’re too fast on the trigger
but who fu-ckin cares, my world was rocked!
Written: April 2015
A Ger's Aware Stares
See the flicker flame duo dance,
Shabbos & Yom Tov mesmerance,
My eyes are stymied: Chosen to share life?
Apex companion she, gold circled wife,
Sighting elusive meaning, Torah wrestling,
Sage insights bring awe, humble reflective nestling,
Hebrew tears for mankind demand scoping,
Pleading prayers are such, not be vain our hoping,
The Divine is listening with eyes, fully attending,
Long vigils are not only ours, He waits, mending,
Sideways peripheral glances are all we are granted,
Due to Ego illusions, winds make upright slanted,
This Ger beholds that even tho' all seems inverted,
I'm grateful to be alive, married, and converted!
15th's Crystal, My Dream Tryst Pal!
Due to our friends Michelle & Yedidia,
Hos V' Shalom, My rough shell didn't get Rid o' Yah!
Braving her high dive, Echoing catastrophe,
Barbara cared! Leaven n' Grit, for me a Pasta Trophy,
Together we dared, I also shook in my boots,
Vets o' domestic strife, yet Emunah in Jewish roots,
Me the sincere Ger, she the Ba'alus Teshuva, fixed,
Anomalies o' Families shared, We like Cholent mixed,
Now in Quarantine Serene o' Corona Virus,
Bananagram companions, Not letting virus Try Us,
Listen! Hear the birds singing? Tweeting n' Agreeing!
Our 15th renewal also each Hearing n' Seeing,
I wonder "Why me?" Ataxia, an ugly swan but Crystal,
That Hashem blessed us together is amazingly Mystical!
God simply made man and woman
to be together for the rest of their lives,
it's a blessing this heedless world
has not fully known;
and it's so rare nowadays
to see two people in love
and promise each other to be faithful:
is this all impossible?
No, real men, don't cheat on their women,
no, real men give their whole hearts full of gold
to those who really live them;
I've come to know a good man
who did just that for his woman,
and he still loves ger although is old!
Unfaithful men: would you rather have
an unhappy home or feel a joy
as sublime as the sunrise in glory?
Untrustworthy men, give up what you crave;
you can be the strongest man on Earth
and still can't stop the tears that gather inside!
No, real men don't cheat on their women,
no, real men adore and cherish then 'till they're gone :
to be beside them and share a lovely dream,
to console and encourage them when they'll get weak!
Into those vast spaces, where my mind does roam,
I gaze and find dark e m p t i n e s s all around,
Lin ger ing, looking for someone to hold me,
I cru m b l e to p - i - e - c - e - s beneath these false smiles...
Inside those vast spaces, where my heart does hang,
I gasp and find damp h o l l o w n e s s choking me,
Torn by l o n e l i n e s s, croaking cries in silence,
I fumble in fragile f r a g m e n t s masked in mirth...
Within these vast spaces, where people do live,
Does anyone have such OPEN MINDEDNESS
To accept me with my mood swings, muse and f-l-a-w-s?
I hope there is, but God knows, I'm still w a i t i n g . . . . . .
09/29/17
Contest: Form V - Verse me a poem
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Shivers of pain trigger my pen
To write and write
Till I forget this yen
To cry aloud
Slivers of pain snig ger at me
To fight and fight
Till I forget to see
The dark grey cloud
Rivers of pain slicker than rain
They smite and smite
Till I see red in my brain
No tears allowed
Quivers of pain flicker through me
They bite and bite
Till I see black in the sea
In anguish bowed
10th May 2023
(No one should get ear pain, ever)
eli & oskar
fullända ett band mellan två individer
de går ut i natten
de har varandras sällskap skull och
kön, som belastning som kan förstöra så många
helt enkelt inte in i denna ekvation ---
hon ger honom med sin egen vaksamhet
korten har delats ut för sina egna århundraden av
ångest, men hennes visdom är stor och
hon vet att minst nu,
hon har en vän, hon i själva verket har så mycket mer,
hon har en följeslagare som förstår henne tillräckligt att veta
han kommer aldrig riktigt förstå henne &
så acceptera detta faktum, känner oskar på samma sätt,
att ingen annan än eli skulle ta sig tid att ens försöka
att förstå honom.
de trotsar den logiska död relationer, dessa två,
de trotsar samhället som vill dem att konvertera, så snabbt att
pessimism,
eftersom det stryper alla unga så väl ---
de trotsar alla "gud" som tydligt anses dem båda
"fördömda" från början &
ännu,
de är tillsammans &
det är vettigt.