Best Jew Poems
What shall I see when I see a picture of you
Frame against rainbow of eternity?
I dream of you ... upon the canvas of my heart ...
Will your eyes melt the sonwflakes, do they
Like the sea glisten with the glow of hidden pearls
Are your ears to be the promegranates of my tongue
And how shall your lips taste to me?
I have dreamt of sweet pineapples, or mangoes
Or some cool sweet thing red with passion
Inflaming the skin
The first otaheite apple of the season.
When you smile, do your lips move like a palm
Slowly yielding to the joy of the wind
And shall dance from sip to sip a hummingbird
Longing to enter the deep throated flower?
I want to see you delicious as happiness
To hold you inthe perfect pear of my heart
Where sunrise lingers long, and night is like a song.
My spirit longs to cuddle you and build my nest
Upon the cushion of your brimming breasts.
O but the night has long, long miles to cross
And spirit glees while flesh counts the distant cost.
Let true love find me to be the ever fixed mark of constant gaze
The spectacle of her thrilling eyes, and she to me the dearest prize
A coral when the heart stampedes, or fickle fancy frivolous strays
For love must be a leash of common trust, the pole beyond the skies
So shall we not shiver when seasons change the wind and mist comes
A dark impenetrable fog before the yes, a marsh around the mind
For we by love is added as one, most accurate of all majestic sums
Trust must be the key to vision when love alone stumbles here blind
No arc of sight away in flight, bending ever to a proud inconstant sun
But holding hands we chart our course, finishing better than we begun
For all nature shall around us spin fresh vortexes of an ancient desire
But trust shall preserve us body, soul and skin only for our own fire.
What else shall by our light be drawn, like quivering moths must retire
Into the dust and cinders gasping at our feet, hope their fractured glass
Let true love be constant in this faith, for God's peace cannot expire
Through every storm his ways do hold, so upon him all anchors cast
So what then this buzzing, this jealous sound, is it of frail frying wings
Does some flame the fragile heart deceives, or nestless memory stings
Ah, sentinel not the virgin beauty of my sheets, my fortressed pride
This castle is built of stronger walls, the drawbridge is up, I'm alone inside
They ragged armies may their runted horses rattle until they neigh
Pure hubris, the harried hustlings, trust is a wall faithful and secure
To smooth for any tool to clasp, all tempted grasp will only slide away
And these walls have moats without and within, none crossed before
You alone have I shown where to swim, and how to unlock this gate
To you my center constant holds, only one holy grail keeps my faith
See not my stern behind my bow, point to the haven of your arms
See not my flags fly for you alone, your port the weather ever charms
It's firm the mast that keeps my sail, look from your castle, I come
O sweet the winds that drive me to your shore, what constant tide!
You the true Polaris of my compass stone, my fiddles and my drum
Love not all alone that carries me, but trust that steers me to your side.
I would not call my love a flower
Lest she languish in the sun and fade
I could not kiss my love a brief hour
My desire is deep as Jove's high glade
I would not compare my love to day
With all the traffic of commercial vice
And nights are poor in their bright display
And drip not sweet as her in love's spice
I would not call my love a river
Lest the rains deny her, she abates
Not as supplier and a giver
Of my constant joy her heart dictates
There is no word or thought for love, poor
Images everything, hence I wait
Each hour for eternity to pour
Itself in us, finding better state
Where two are one in fact, truth and deed
And love can never more be apart
And all our sweetest shall we exceed
When are cradled heart to beating heart.
Some say religion or certain religious beliefs are what seperate us people. All that truly separates us is hate , arrogance, and circumstantial, spiteful judgement of any individual. male, female, or other. don't be dumb. when a child is born make it our hope, not our dope.
Love shall say it's sorry so truth may atone
My soul brings praise to no other, you alone
Like the stars tell stories of your eyes alone
Like the tides weave history in every moan
I have languished in the light of other moons
That made our emptiness bright. The ruins
Of my dreams I cusp in my hands, and walk
The printed sand to you. Trace my past now,
See again the dunes where I bleed, O talk
To me with understanding as trust will allow
For we long in the rain edge friendships blind
Bandaging fears with the solace of any kind
Yet never sucked in, nor yet content outside
We overcompensate for the thing we hide.
Shall I despise you, shall I disrespect you, or
Ever go back to my busy emptiness? Believe
Me, you are the jewel kingdoms fought for
And to you alone who fill my dim void, I cleave
Love shall say it's sorry. since our hearts keeps
No covenant with the night, nor your form sleeps.
Remember you are prized, and no beauty glows
Majestic in my eyes, like you who keep our vows.
Friends may wander, virtual or real, into my call
And sing there awhile to wither the heart's gall
But songs alone will never fill my void, you alone
Right the history of my shamble and of my moan.
in a world of many nations,
may we learn to understand
that non can survive in isolation
but together we stand.
Ti's my ideal wish,
that a Jew and a Samaritan would eat,
from one dish.
in the world of so many races
black, coloured, and Indian spread in all places
may we never judge nor treat by appearance
but love and appreciate our difference.
ti's my ideal wish,
that colour would not distinguish.
in the world of riches and poverty,
let not the poor be treated like property
but treat them like one of you own
for they are hopeless alone.
ti's my ideal wish,
that the Jews and the Samaritans would eat,
from the same dish.
The last Jew on Earth
after the flames killed millions
Decides to speak up
and declare
his joy in living
The last Jew on Earth
plays a game few remember
A short time ago
Someone told me the spiritual
overcomes the material
Listening to beautiful music
I tend to believe it
Our eyes were made for seeing
Our hearts for seeking peace
One day, a Catholic argued with a Jew,
Whose faith is more kind, whose faith is more true.
Seized by the neck and squeezed very tight,
The Jew confessed - " Your faith is more kind!"
Regardless of what the Liberal Media says
JESUS WAS A JEW
What has happened to religion,
That the media hates it so?
They look for fault in believers,
They tell us how to go.
They cast doubt on the faith,
Of Americans near and far.
They have assumed the authority,
To raise the holy bar.
They call us religious fanatics,
Holy wackos and such.
They claim we worship a false God,
That we are out of touch.
They twist the Holy Scriptures,
To their "enlightened" point of view.
What we have believed for 2000 years,
Is not the thing to do.
Love homosexuals and Lesbians,
Adults who abuse a child.
Even those who violate animals,
If not then you are wild.
They claim Jesus was a Muslim,
Though that faith was not around.
When the Son of our Heavenly Father,
Walked this Holy Ground.
If the scriptures are not enough,
To convince these evil souls.
Let science show what happened,
It proves all that was told.
If they want to doubt my Jesus,
Then join us for the ride.
Jesus was a Jew,
If only on His Mother's side.
RAYMOND V. MORGAN
Jeweled morning glows
Echoes of birds from the trees
Withering the night
Juice flows in flowers
Eternal sap of our love
Wellspring of our joy
Jars of honey brim
Erratic flies the loud bee
Woodlands rich in bloom
Just us on these sands
Erecting castles again
Wading in sunlight
Joy is a fresh tide
Eloping from the cracked moon
Wan upon the sky
Jerk the wet branches
Empty them of silver tears
While the robin sings
Jar day open wide
Embrace the new beginning
Water cleansed with light
Joy is a swallow
Energized in clips of rain
Wet with old delight
Jew, my dreams are lit
Eternal as the bright sand
Waiting for your rain
Jewels of the heart
Every word the tongue fruits here
Whispers of my faith
Jolly good morning
Eking through the green of leaves
Wayward like a stag
Just brim me love's sweet
Embrace, in forest bosom
Wade me, desire pines.
My name is Judas
betrayer of God
everyone hates me
yet thats not as much
as I hate myself
and everything else
until its just a word
that cannot be felt
I can't be accountable
to a single action
thats unchangeable
I wish you would cast off
into a river of ashes
and cover your body
until the sorrow passes
thats what I did
to slowly admit
I'm no longer the devil
you wish to possess
I buried my burdens
deep in demons of past
My sin seems to leave me
quick as I forget it
for you I've become
a dead doll submissive
I sold the jew king
for a mere thirty silver
he then became a martyr
who would have figured
I guess I delivered
the greatest good ever
so you may understand why
my guilt is light as a feather
Judas, you coward
backstabber. you dog
I acknowledge it all now
with a wink and a nod
people mean little
more than they care for themselves
you wouldn't take coin
if your family were starved?
you won't hear my reason
then I won't give you no sense
I've already given you more
than I ever truly meant
more than I'm worth
or have had to give
Judas, the sinner
the liar, the pig
Judas the desperate
for his family to live
Judas, the hero
for without him
dies his religion
This time
I roam far away and wide, searching
To find that door that will bring you again
Into the room, naked at dim evening
Fluttering my heart like a swallow in a rain
This time
Electronic conversations slowly subside
And night wrings my body bare of patience
Beyond the altar's pause of breath, my bride
Uses love's time with such fond extravagance
This time
I wait not for earth's most beautiful woman
But for earth's most beautiful wife, and mine
Is the joy of watching the birds stroll the sand
Leaving footprints of memory all over my mind
This time
And I shall love you forever, beyond all wait
For spring and flowers where your light bloom
And where days long coming still long hesitate
Before the silent door of an unforgotten room
This time
The Year: Long Squandered 1999;
Frank Flynn had found my sent parceled poems ‘fine’
“They can lend themselves... to live performance”
Wherefore I mount for each surveillance….
An Atypical BBC Staff:
His signed statement A frankness not by half;
Laminated have I his bold comment:
Above My First Degree ‘A Document.’
Saw Frank, too, in My Enclosed Verses
‘ Originality of Rhythm’
Then, whoever, their action rehearses
Hasn’t The Spurious got to fathom.
And Frank had marked their “freshness of vision”
I began to crave their prompt diffusion…
Owe I Frank self-rediscovery:
A focus sidelining livery;
Strong reasons to start idolizing self
And speedily start assembling A Shelf…
The Last I should crucify of The Crew;
If he were still alive The Safest Jew.’
Love, you and I, being all love's essence, shall grow old
Older than we are
And yet never be a black hole like an old dead star
And shall invite with candlelight, you and I
The world to dinner or to tea, with some honey from the sky
And they sitting with us, sup with us
To warm their cosmic loneliness away
Love, their leaching eyes will milk us for joy
And thrill more when my stiff pen caress
With a compass of confidence, the nipple of a word on a breast of page
From this point wet with joy
They will hear you read to me, and I shall read to you
Tongue full of poems like a tender picture framed
Lisping the memories under your name
And memories of jealousies dead like Methuselah in our head
Love, perhaps you will tell the flower petal of your tears
Forgiveness no one remembers, for we have no sorrow here
They will ask us how, curious to go to bed
And we shall say that those who said they are sorry never loved
For where forgiveness comes first sorrow never blooms
And you perhaps will me again
That trust grows here, my dear, and forgiveness
Is just a little dew we use to freshen up the leaves
Then friends shall say good night in peace, and we to bed will go
Nothing between us, not even dusty spread
To shutter us from the melted night
When we shall hear the angels trumpeting our dreams
Unraveling the music that love writes into little streams
O love, sweet shall be the promise of our heart
The tender succulence of lips that fed us this repast
This voice shall wake us, and dew will touch the buttercup
And we shall say, I love you forever
Joy forever of my heart.
Born as a liberal Jew in Germany, An young Diarist famed posthumously.
She is none other than Anne Frank,
Whose mettlesome life prematurely sank.
With Hitler and Nazis came to power,
Persecuting Jewish people out of rancour.
Anne's family moved from Germany to Netherland,
But unfortunately became the subject of persecution.
Soon they moved to a secret hideout,
Finding no other alternative wayout.
However one day came the bolt from the blue,
Her family became the captive of World War ll.
The Germans took them to the concentration camps,
Father got separated, mother died of starvation.
Emaciated, shivering body and infected with scabies,
Anne's ebullient life began to cease.
Head shaved, strip naked and hard to recognize,
Anne ultimately embraced death with dreamy eyes.