Best Pass Around Poems
The Festival of Lights, Chanukah has arrived
a hopeful time of praise each year revived.
The Menorah lit, each home becomes a church.
Blessed are You, L-rd our G-d, King of the universe.
Our sister Miriam lights the shamash taper first
a maiden fair and scholarly her prayers rehearsed
to bring together all that's beautiful, diverse.
Blessed are You, L-rd our G-d, King of the universe.
Eight nights we praise the L-rd for gifting us with Light
and pass around small things which bring delight.
We rejoice. In brotherhood we are immersed.
Blessed are You, L-rd our G-d, King of the universe.
May G-d in his greatness light all your days
May family, friends, and foes mend their ways
for all have needs, let kindness tame their thirsts
Blessed are You, L-rd our G-d, King of the universe.
*Bo-ruch A-toh Ado-noi E-lo-hei-nu Me-lech Ho-olom A-sher Ki-de-sho-nu Be-mitz-vo-sov Ve-tzi-vo-nu Le-had-lik Ner Shel Cha-nu-kah.
* Blessed are You, L-rd our G-d, King of the universe, who has sanctified us by His commandments, and has commanded us to kindle the lights of Chanukah.
we pressed our noses ‘gainst the restaurant glass
for we were just tossed out upon our ass
cuz we forgot our Covid vaccine pass
becoming citizens - now second class
a passerby informed us that our masks
were not up to their intended task
that we shouldn’t pass around our flask
within sight of the warm and steamy glass
the police were called to move us on our way
we insisted that we had the right to stay
assembled as a group of friends at play
they tasered us much to our shocking dismay
so let this be a lesson to your face
they’d rather that you keep your mask in place
tried to sip your drink with slurp-less grace
quickly left to clear another space
John G. Lawless
©1/14/2022
yellow daisy chain
Birkenstocks sandals
ukuleles play
peace sign happy face
a hippie child
1960’s
Woodstock music
pass around bong
free love flowing
bell bottoms
hip-huggers
lava lamp
flower
child
love
Are you even out there
Or is this another religious term
Cause how am I suppose to
knowingly wait
If your not even confirmed
The perfect man, like a treasure
concealed
But can't your hurry already and be
revealed
It's hard when God made every
male with so much appeal
It really is Gods fault
He made me a woman
Making me wait for my own song of
Solomon
But now I'm solemn, and
This waiting takes too long
Searching for Mr. right
In a world of Mr. wrongs
What will it hurt if I give myself
away
Nothing physical of course, just
flirtatious play
Hormonal needs that I must attend
to
But don't worry my love I'm still
waiting for you
I hear scripture say
Do not awake love before its time
Ha, Solomen get with the times
In this world I must work to get was
is rightfully mine
So if I want love, it'll be my job to
find
it.
But don't worry future husband I'm
to smart to settle
Even If I pass around my blossomed
heart, you'll still have one petal.
Of course it might be crumbled
from the last chosen vessel.
But Gods is a god of renewel and
reassemble
So its all good
I know its not the destiny I need to
choose
But its hard hanging around friends
who do nothing but pursue
Relationship flings that they fling
themselves to
Yet still have a happily ever after
come true
While I sit around waiting like a
lose-r
Trust me okay, I understand the
stake
But if I give my heart to God who
knows how long it'll take
It's not a reluctant, eye rolling
choice to make
But one of determination I must
partake
So I'll wait, for your sake
Your worth the wait, I tell myself
Until the time is right, I'll be
readying myself.
Spending time with the One who
knows me better them myself.
Only then will He bring someone I
can love as myself
And like my Savior I know you'll be
Confirmed by my heart with every
prophecy
So that when I see
The mirrored reflection of your life
It'll remind me of the passion that I
Have for my Christ
Give me patience oh God
For I'm still learning
Though my flesh rebels
I'm still yearning
Don't give up on me my prince
Though emotions are burning
Waiting i'll be
for the only one who is worthy
Form:
Echoes of days gone by
Dreams once held high
Disgrace now fills that space
Desolate ...
Of all the roads to choose
A dead end
As we pass around the bend
A chosen thrill
As you came in for the kill
Every Man Has Free Will
Pity....
:) :-)
Wear a smile all day,
smile away the day
and watch the effect
you pass around
It might just cheer up the not
so gay
and happiness may then
abound.
And don't you look your best
when you do smile
No wonder you're asked to say
'cheese' for a photo
but the trick is to wear it all
the while
'To smile without distinction'
be thy motto.:)
When someone creases their
forehead into a frown
You curve your lips upward
into a smile
Don't let their scowl get you
down
They,d be the one to look the
clown
while you show off your
inspiring style.
If people stare 'n' glare at you
Return their glares and stares
with a grinning smile
Keep smiling whether they boo
or pooh pooh
They might just reset their
mental file.
Thus forever flash your
pearlywhites
They aren't meant merely for
chow and bites.
A crescent shaped smiley on
the face
Flash em' into a smile that
lights
exploring your own facial
expression delights.:)
A Thanksgiving Day Reminder
Oct. 3rd 1789
President Washington,
Made a Proclamation.
That all American’s everywhere,
All across our glorious nation.
Should set a special day aside,
To spend eating and in prayer.
To thank our Gracious God,
For the blessings we now share.
******
It’s not about a Roasted Turkey,
Sweet-taters or green beans.
It’s about all His blessings,
What today that really means.
He was there when we were starting,
He’s been with us through fierce wars.
Has shown us His great mercy,
Fought at home or foreign shores.
So with His help, we’ve prospered,
Through His wisdom we have learned.
As nations watched our progress,
A place of leadership we’ve earned.
So on this special day we share,
Let us be mindful, whence it came.
Keep our hearts and minds on Him,
For it may not always be the same.
So with that solemn thought,
I will add this festive cheer.
Spend now the day enjoying it,
With loved ones, near and dear.
Written by oldbuck to pass around the neighborhood to remind each of us, the significance of the day. Maybe someone will ask a child or grandchild to read it before the meal as a conversation starter.
Tonight I plan to go out and enjoy my time
With some folks of mine that love red wine
There is no reason to say where we go
It could be a bar, or maybe my own home.
I just want to steal away somewhere no one cares
And enjoy a glass of wine that all wish to share
I need a small vacation that lets me relax my mind
Just being alone doesn’t let me unwind.
I beg all of you to come and convey this with me
Hello my associates, why are you strangers to be
Come over there is so much to pass around
I want to take your time that was not found.
Maybe a Merlot, a Cabernet, or Burgundy for you
You see I have them all, and they are all very true.
If my home is not good enough, we could go to the bar,
And order a beer or a glass of Champaign which lasts far.
Anyway the night is young and my pallet is still dry
I would walk far to have a group of my kin nearby
No, loneliness is not good enough, today and evermore
My wine awaits me this moment more and more.
At last I heard a drum beating far away
A beautiful melody played a song this way
My friends heard my cry and were marching forth
How I smiled with joy and sang along of course.
The song continued to chant well into the night
With many toasts of happiness crossing the sight
My kin called me a lover of red wine filled with desire
It was a heavenly group that I shared with and admired.
When the moment came to an end
We parted giggling loudly around the bend
My wishes of a night with red wine came true
And all who came and left were not just a few.
Good night I will remember my companions well
You gave me a holiday that I can awake and retell
Farewell and goodbye until we toast another time
My lips are wet now and experienced great wine.
Cow chips and a bottle of piss,
perfect snack for your unclean lips
Hitting the fan
is a stale sewer smell
The six-by-twelve
room you’re living in
is a cancer cell
flush next to a toxic landfill
All of your friends are burp babies,
bigoted bums like you
Empty box heads full of odd dumpster tools
They come to your putrid place,
where everybody knows their rotten name
They squat down next to your face,
drunkenly foaming out their shame
And the vomit dip is getting latrine low,
while louder is getting the salty pretzel bellows
Rowdy cursing cheers,
foul looking leers ...
The kinda place where
any self-respecting woman
don’t wanna be near
So pass around another profane cup of fermented piss,
refill the potty mouth bowl with some more cow chips
A room reeking of
sour yellow teeth and smacking brown lips
Here’s jeers to you and your pagan pals:
always leaving the lid up, never closing the door
Neanderthal nimrods who don’t love to spray,
cavemen walking barefoot on the chip crumbs filthy floor
Here’s jeers to you, Gonzo,
draped in dung gear gutter-stained gray
You and your fly down
Mesozoic slugs have yourselves a maggot day
Yellow cabinets, like sunflowers are planted on top of floral walls,
the sink is clean; the lemon scent still lingering in the corners,
the cooker whistles, and the sound echoes excitedly, bringing smiles to the waiters, making Grandma herself hurry to the stove.
The smell of meat overpowers everything; as every second passes by, our mouths salivate childishly.
Awaiting Grandma's voice, soft and sweet, calling us to dinner; a lovely family reunion.
She mixes the curry, places the rice on the table, sets everything in place; a perfectionist.
Round table, for everyone to join, none to miss. Laughters and stories pass around like a bowl of nachos and chips.
Clinks and clanks of utensils and glasses, Grandma's face is lighted up, with love and happiness.
Dirty dishes, finger licking fingers, stained stove, but in the end, for Grandma, it was all worth while; her everyday life story told in short.
Form:
Pick a coffee mug
From the glass case. They come in all colors,
Shapes, and designs from all over the place.
I am glad family and friends feel safe and
Snug
As we pull the rush plug
And escape the rat race.
Pick a coffee mug
As we talk we pass around the coffee jug
This helps us to interface.
I am glad family and friends feel safe and
Snug
While sitting around my living room or on
My floor rug
As they drink the warm liquid their hands
Wrap around to embrace
A coffee mug.
It gives my heart strings a tug
To see all these smiling faces.
I am glad family and friends feel safe and
Snug.
As they leave we exchange hugs
And when the next coffee meeting will
Take place.
Pick a coffee mug
I am glad family and friends feel safe and
Snug.
Cobalt clouds banked like fluffy snow
Hang in the still quiet morn
Wait for the sun to arise
Stir hungry nature just born
One lone swallow swoops high against
the cloud laden gray sky.
While the Mockingbirds vindictively
chase earthbound bye-bye.
The old poetess out on the porch
Lingers a few minutes
Jotting another quick line
Loves nature; inspired by it
There is a coolness that feels great
It will pass around eight
Each moment is precious, hours scarce
The clock ticks down one's fate
There's a colonel in most every town
And chicken he does know
But the youth of today are not finger licking
They're licking of the toads
When they run out of their drugs
They must run out of their minds
When the toad lickers come a licking
Best to run and hide
Yes, they've found a brand new high
When their pot is running low
The poppy fields have all run dry
And the cow patty mushroom is no mo
The city kids head to the swamps
Just hopping at the thrill
Grabbing at amphibians
And licking them at will
With every tantalizing lick
Trippy little colors do they see
Pass around the froggy
For another lick if you please
Makes you wonder what's up
And how can this be fun
When it's obvious
They'll have warts on their tongue
But who am I to judge
As crazy as it looks
Could it be as bad as crack
With one lick and your hooked
I have this nagging question though
That bothers me to this day
Who was the first to lick the toad
And say this taste okay
~ribbit~
The bird has reached the oven
the fixings now prepared
it's the start of something special
my love has infused the air
The sun has brought forth beauty
there's a rhythm to the breeze
I stare out in the wonder
to eyes, profound appease
I'm thankful for her friendship
and thankful for her care
I'm thankful for our journeys
and for all the things we share
Soon we all shall gather
and pass around this love
I'll save a little stuffing
to feed my morning dove
Puff puff pass away the pain,
Puff puff pass around the pleasure,
Puff puff pass away our brains,
Puff puff pass whatever weather,
Puff puff pass because the good,
Puff puff pass because the bad,
Puff puff pass because of all the stuff we wish we had,
Puff puff pass till dusk,
Then puff puff pass till dawn,
Puff puff pass so long you can’t help but yawn,
I’ve puff puff passed so much I started to forget how to care,
Honestly I’ve puff puff passed so much I just breathe it in like air,
Air so sweet it could help me temporarily forget my very permanent problems:
Thoughts of guns scraping my skull through my brain,
Take a breath
Thoughts of open car doors on fast highways,
Take a breath
Rope burn around my neck,
Take a breath.
With him sick and family all around I didn’t get to breathe very often, those two weeks that’s all I wanted to do so I could stop the pain or at least make it soften.
I remember walking down the bright hospital hallway to his room only to learn of his death, I knew it wouldn’t bring him back but the fire might freeze the grief so the night my Dad died,
I took a breath.