Best Synagogue Poems
I’m sorry, honey.
O.K. I accept your apology.
No, wait. Hold on.
What is it?
I mean it. I'm really sorry.
Are you?
Yes, I am.
How would I know?
I’ve thought about what I’ve done.
That’s it?
And I’m never going to do it again
Even if you find yourself in the same situation?
Yes, even then. … I'm determined to overcome my baser instincts!
Even if there's no one there to catch you transgressing?
Yes. Even if I'm by myself.
Then you really are sorry.
And ashamed of myself, before God, for letting you down, honey.
Thank you. I accept your apology now whole-heartedly.
Let's go to synagogue now. Let us praise God and ask for His forgiveness, that we may atone for all of our sins...
Deadly fissures of division ... tolerance of others’
different faith gathering space
is divided by hate
Almodad synagogue sadness
is the latest menorah light
extinguished by ancient dust clouds
A shifting sky of perpetual, roiling anger ...
thundering cataclysmic crypt loud
Dark tone bark dogma:
Shogun pacifist lies ... Amalekite cursed voices
in stealth mode disguise —
Cold metal lungs
spitting blazing darts
smoking barrel hot
Pour the molten rain
in scattering patterns of
premature burial pain
Smear the bloodstain moans
in varying degrees of
splattered morbidity groans
Ada-dah synagogue sadness
was the previous generation yarmulke cry
buried in the gas clouds
Philistine pagan pyre
burning Babel tower fire
fan the cantor wails high
Peleg and Joktan echoes
heard in divided sections of terror grief
Domestic violence done
Ellis Island openly,
with primal intensity of hateful glee
Adullamite
Synagogue
Sadness
Balaam’s brAss bullet bray tale
that the next mass murder massacre
double pump up the gun sells
Sorrowful Beth-el temple arias pray tell
that the kinetic swords get melted into plowshares
Barrel pride be a rejected revolver shell
Righteous tears knowing full well
that God will swiftly give a just reward
to the ricochet rebels, hateful holster burros —
Those who put their soul up for sale,
and bought a killer ammo treasure trove
The crown jewel caliber trinket
is a rusty trigger ticket,
to get onboard a bullet train to hell
We are gathered here
tonight
to worship the one
before whom there is no pretense
One of our congregants
has been stricken
Therefore we must
direct our hearts to him
Together we must ask
for healing
We must ask the
giver of our Torah for mercy
for our spiritual brother
Shabbat has come
Peace enters into our lives
Compassion must be
our guide this evening
As we chant the Sh'ma
Our focus should be on one
who cannot be present tonight
Life is "the dream that flies away"
according to the prayerbook
Step up and chant fervently
For the ultimate power of healing
is not in mortal hands
Shabbat Shalom
Frog Who Hugged a Synagogue
Minora candles were on long log,
Had been found by famous frog;
Cream of crop;
Liked to hop;
Did drank grog in a synagogue
Jim Horn
Lord a Rabbi said Africans
have no culture
Does he not know his religion
is an African religion
Synagogue Of Satan