Best Mitzvah Poems
Realization & The World Religions
Christianity
Petro—Peter means stone
Jesus made a pun:
Upon this stone I build my church
Unto you I give the keys to the Kingdom
Hence Peter—The First Pope
Jesus “He is my Rock and Salvation”
Judaism
The Mitzvah—God blesses every good deed
The Buddha
sits under a bode tree,
Surrounded by swirling forces of greed,
temptation, and evil intent
Desires which are the source of all suffering
Through meditation he extinguishes these desires
like he would a fire
What remains is the pure,
ecstatic bliss of endless, inextinguishable love
Krishna’s Dance
represents the lifeforce constant change and flux
The vital, joyous force,
casting off our collective part of painful illusion,
and sweeping us ever onward in an endless, journey—Nirvana
Islam
Allah—The One and only God—Allah is good
Muslims worship the God of Noah, Abraham,
Moses, David and Jesus
Peace be upon them all.
However, it is certainly true that Jews,
Christians and Muslims
all have different concepts of
Almighty God
Realization
From my deepest self I reveal
an emotional rapture of the combined sacred oneness
Enamored in love is how I truly feel
note: Monotheistic religion starts at the core wherein one
God created the world and its people because He loved them!
Polytheistic religions also have love at their core.
AD 60 or 70 first known Christian writings
1600's Christian Bible, King James time
Before that Pagan Nature Worship
Going through a closet,
I was quite surprised to find
Several shopping bags of t-shirts
That my son had left behind.
While looking at them, one by one,
I realized they portrayed
His entire growing up, through college,
Starting in first grade.
The school shirts featured P.S. 6,
Then Wagner Junior High,
With a special few from Stuyvesant,
Where high school years flew by.
Another group had characters
From movies or TV –
Pee Wee Herman, Austin Powers
And the Simpsons’ family tree.
There was Beavis, there was Butthead
And the South Park kids, as well
As World Series shirts and Yankees;
(We’re New Yorkers, you can tell).
Favor shirts from his Bar Mitzvah
Nestled near the travel trove –
Shirts from Scotland and from Israel,
Plus some places where we drove.
Then the final category,
From his favorite billiards hall,
Where the hours spent resulted
In those plaques upon his wall.
As a grown-up and a parent,
His collection’s surely grown,
But I love these sweet reminders
Of his younger self I’ve known.
At eleven years old, by my Dad I was told
that I'd soon be enrolled, in a special Hebrew program
Try it for a year, my son, my dear
Do not fear: It'll be over before you know it
Hebrew you'll learn; for Torah you'll yearn
To God you will turn. You'll thank me for this in the long run
Well, my Dad was plain wrong. That year felt so long
It dragged and dragged along. Then, voila! It just ended
My Bar Mitzvah was good. I did my job like I should
Ate as much food as I could. And told my father I was quitting
My Dad was so sad. He felt I'd gone bad
Didn't care I was glad. Told me I'd made a mistake...
Years and years passed. My resolve didn't last
Just as my Dad had forecast. He'd been right all along
To God I had turned. For Torah I yearned
Hebrew I burned to relearn. But now I was sad
For Dad had passed away. His kindness unrepaid
At his gravesite I pray ~ that he accept my gratitude undying
September 01, 2020
Attitude of Gratitude Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
In Judaism, at 13,
A boy becomes a man
With Torah* reading and a party;
That’s the standard plan.
But Yisrael Kristal missed his chance -
The war got in the way –
And then 100 years passed by –
He’s 113 today!
The oldest living male, they say,
Surviving Hitler’s reign,
Though something made him rise above
His Auschwitz grief and pain.
So finally, he’ll take his place
When he will now recite,
A century past due, the prayers
For his Bar Mitzvah** rite.
This story is amazing and
Quite touching, even though,
It’s obvious that he became
A man quite long ago.
*holy book written on a scroll
**the ceremony at which a boy becomes a man
When life's not going right
Guess you could say it's going wrong
Do what it is I always do
Pick up the telephone
Dial my favorite number
They've never steered me wrong
Of course that number is
1-800-Not My Fault
In any situation
At any given time
#1 on my speed dial
Connects me directly to their line
I seem to call it often
Not giving it much thought
My fingers know just where to go
1-800-Not My Fault
Missed your anniversary?
Or the twins Bar Mitzvah?
To avoid all the yelling and crying
Do it out of love
Remember this time around
You won't be doing it for naught
So pick up the telephone
1-800-Not My Fault
Cooking in the kitchen
You set the house on fire
The one time you do laundry
You throw your wife's tight jeans in the dryer
Fired from your job a month ago
For a month you've been hiding that with lies
Just so it is you don't get caught...dial
1-800-Not My Fault
So my friend remember this number
If your ever in a jam
Just excuse yourself a moment
Dial as fast as your fingers can
Age it does not matter
Neither being a woman, child, or man
No need to be distraught
Come on now...you know the number
1-800-Not My Fault
DESPERATION V\S PASSION
Desperation gives you coup de grace
Passion leads you to reincarnation
again and again.
Desperation goes in vain,
Passion makes you reign.
Desperation takes you nowhere,
Passion is boulevard with future
to lead you everywhere.
Desperation is Satan ,to kill.
Passion is Jehovah,
makes you to live.
Desperation makes you to cry in pain,to loose.
Passion makes you to smile in glory,to win.
Desperation is cortege to life,
Passion is bar mitzvah of bairn to live.
Desperation doesn't take care of its preacher.
Passion take care of its preacher,
of its own.
Desperation in-signify you with lackadisical,
Passion signify you with alacrity.
Desperation is path of cowards,
Passion is path of warriors.
Desperation take you to addiction,
Passion takes you to sanity
to reach the soul.
The Jewish brothers in Defiance were definitely tough.
One wanted to kill many Germans, the other to save many Jews.
The German soldiers were expendable, unmarried, unremarkable.
Each little death was very little, a little spittle in a big wind.
Fast forward to my friend's son's bar mitzvah or daughter's
coming of age ceremony. Food is abundant, the music frenetic,
the rabbi paid. Gifts generous but not obvious.
Wealth does not obviate death and we know it.
Here too we have natural leaders. Youth basketball coaches,
school principals and, again, interpreters of prayers. When
violence comes to the neighborhood they are who we'll first look to
for governance and guns. Unless have you read The Admirable
Crichton?
Boredom, boredom conflated with loneliness, may be a sign
of good luck. To live a good length or light year away from man's
bad breath, allergenic perfumes, sickening flatulence and shed hair.
But you are drawn back into the debate about perfection by your own
********.
While teaching at the old city jail I have learned this: only meditation
upon the periodic table can save your soul. From itself.
Imagining the world without the self will make you whole.
What else is there to say. Do less until one thing's done well.
After the war the brothers started a small trucking company
in the Bronx. Grateful for such peace, the accounting
was relaxing. They thought back to how they met their wives, naked
before the bombs and bullets. How they lost and found themselves in
what happened.
I've got a Bobble Head Buddha
That nods on the dash
Some guy named Gideon
Whose Bible rides in the back
Rainbow covered Rosary beads
Hang from my mirror with ease
I've got all the bases covered
As pretty as you please
Have my cassette of Hindu chants
Where I hum along
Shaved my head for Hare Krishna
In case I get it wrong
Holy water in my reservoir
So when my windshield wipers wipe
I have that added protection
Never knowing what might
A Yarmulke from a Bar Mitzvah
In the seat next to me
With a case of Watchtower in the floorboard
I pass out for free
No cigarettes or coffee
Like a good Latter Day Saint
In case Jesus comes back a third time
Who's to say that he ain't
With all my bases covered
I feel pretty safe
Guess I can now crank the engine
And start out my day
I'm a firm believer in Jesus Christ (who's only come once but will return) and his saving grace.
I just watch some people these days bounce around from whatever religion makes them feel good and this little ditty came to mind. Each of us have a hole in our hearts only the true God can fill. If you're not satisfied with where you're at, that right there is the problem. Don't rely on man to tell you who God is...let God do that.
I still wrestle with human afflictions,
when I see others suffering,
groping in the dark of invasion –
where the rich and powerful
become richer, tutors of domination,
over these poor people, my own people.
In a globalized and interdependent world,
the growing technology and culture
speak the same to civilization;
the unknown depths of man’s soul
get neglected in life’s situations.
Our moral compass eclipses
by emerging values of the world;
family ties and faithfulness,
seem to die out now in truth.
I remember the “bar mitzvah”
for Jewish culture and religion
strictness in their formation
for a son or daughter of obligation.
Torah for them – a sacred revelation,
a holy book about God’s laws;
his commandments in various modes,
a guide, indeed, a school for the souls.
Similar to Christian life and religion
a holy bible shared and read across cultures;
but with media invasion in all dimensions
God’s word has now less attraction to some
especially to young people of this generation.
Though I may think the world has changed,
it has become like a free market, a confusion;
with hardly any blueprint of principles –
that carry mankind to be God’s disciples.
AMETHYST
HEY MY AMETHYST,I'LL BE YOUR HERO.
YOU ARE MY BAIRN OF ME AND I AM
BAR-MITZVAH OF YOURS.
I WILL STAND IN SIRROCO OF YOUR LIFE.
I GO MANQUE TO SEE SMILE ON YOUR
RED LIPS.
THE BILLET-BOUX WE SHARED IS THE BEST
OF THINGS TO SHARE.
OH!BABY COME BY ME I'LL CREATE
ISLE OF OUR OWN.
TO KISS IS THE LONG DREAM OF ME.
AND YOU GIVE ME COUP DE GRACE
WITH THE IMPECCABLE LOOKS YOU HAVE
YOU ARE ANEMONE TO THE WORLD.
I'LL BE GLAD TO KEEP ANEMONE LIKE YOU
THE BELLERINA WAYS YOU MOVE.
AND YOU TAKE MY HEART TO YOU
ISABEL OF MY LIFE,I'LL KEEP YOU
LIKE ANGEL OF MY HEART.
YOU ARE AMETHYST TO ME.I'LL BE YOUR HERO
TO YOUR LIFE JOURN-O.
I still wrestle with human afflictions,
when I see others suffering,
groping in the dark of invasion –
where the rich and powerful
become richer, tutors of domination,
over these poor people, my own people.
In a globalized and interdependent world,
the growing technology and culture
speak the same to civilization;
the unknown depths of man’s soul
get neglected in life’s situations.
Our moral compass eclipses
by emerging values of the world;
family ties and faithfulness,
seem to die out now in truth.
I remember the “bar mitzvah”
for Jewish culture and religion
strictness in their formation
for a son or daughter of obligation.
Torah for them – a sacred revelation,
a holy book about God’s laws;
his commandments in various modes,
a guide, indeed, a school for the souls.
Similar to Christian life and religion
a holy bible shared and read across cultures;
but with media invasion in all dimensions
God’s word has now less attraction to some
especially to young people of this generation.
Though I may think the world has changed,
it has become like a free market, a confusion;
with hardly any blueprint of principles –
that carry mankind to be God’s disciples.
BAIRN
THE MORNING I GOT UP AND THINK
ABOUT YOU.
SO YOU ARE BAIRN OF MY LIFE
AND I AM BAR MITZVAH OF YOURS.
OH!MY BAIRN SEE I AM GETTING
THIS BARMY FOR YOU
THAT'S THE REASON YOU CAME IN MY LIFE.
YOU ARE THE BELLERINA OF MY LIFE
I STOLE IT FROM NATURE
'COZ THEY WANTED TO KEEP
ANEMONE LIKE YOU.
SO I DECIDED TO TAKE YOU
TO ME MY BAIRN.
YOU ARE MY BAIRN
I WILL BE WITH YOU FOREVER SO
SO MY BAIRN BE WITH ME
IN LIFE 'S TO FOLLOW.
MITZVAH JOY
Dread is not
a
Joyful heart
(09/19/11)
I was always taught that JESUS CHRIST was a Jew.
Then there is a question that I must ask of you.
If he was a Jew- did he have a bar-mitzvah?
Or was he just put on this earth
So Christianity could give birth?
At the age of twelve he sat down
with rabbi’s and teachers
For this was the way that he would reach us.
His cousin JOHN THE BAPTIST
Was baptizing people with water.
Was this the first step of GODS orders?
Questions such as these will always arise
But I know he’s always by my side.
Christianity was born on blind faith
Most get it early - while others get it late.
This blind faith is passed down from
Generation to generation
This has become our salvation.
Unlike scientist who only believe in what
Can be seen and what can be proven, they ask
How can blind faith keep one moving.
Now JESUS is but one man
Yet his face is in every land.
There is not one person in any religion
Known more than CHRIST.
It makes you think - not once but twice.
This is how fast Christianity has spread
That he is known world wide
And on blind faith we do rely.
As for GOD there is only one
And he gave us his only son.
My sister Miriam lights the Sabbath flame
maiden is she with tumbled hair uncovered.
She strikes the match and prays for G-d's acclaim.
Like Sara in the tent she lights the flame
pristine hands in front of two eyes hovered.
My sister Miriam lights the Sabbath flame
At sunset each flickering flame frames
a wish for communion, peace discovered,
she strikes the match and prays for G-d's acclaim.
The table is set, the family exclaim,
the challah's cut, the shofar uncovered.
My sister Miriam lights the Sabbath flame.
May peace and tranquility ever reign
from sunset to sunrise rediscovered,
she strikes the match and prays for G-d's acclaim.
This great mitzvah is sister Miriam's aim
since the dawn of time this act's recovered.
My sister Miriam lights the Sabbath flame.
She strikes the match and prays for G-d's acclaim.
Dedicated to my baby sister Miriam who protects and serves.
http://www.womeninthebible.net/1.7.Miriam.htm