Jesus did teach us to turn the other cheek,
But never suggested we ought to be weak
In those instances of obvious wrongdoing
He sent the moneychangers gelt strewing,
And he called out the miserable hypocrite
In the strongest of language, as he saw fit.
Keeping the peace is good, I certainly agree,
But not at the expense of a bully’s spree,
Who goes about inflicting pain unchecked,
Comes the time when they must be decked.
For bullying indicates feelings of superiority
While it actually cloaks an inner inferiority.
We need to show bullies they’re not “all that,”
Sometimes it calls for knocking off their hat.
Letting them know we will be calling their bluff
When we are fed up with their hateful stuff,
Not allowing them to feign self-righteousness
As they hurtfully nose into another’s business.
It is always preferable to be meek and mild
But not when an adult acts like a spoiled child
Taking pleasure in causing others’ distresses
Probably struggling with their own sad messes
And acting like their way is the only way
While refusing to allow their victims a say!
Written December 8, 2022
On Chanukah we dreidel spin
And chocolate gelt we hope to win.
If we get Gimel ‘stead of Shin,
Let’s celebrate tonight.
We eat some latkes, oil-fried,
Which balabustas* made with pride,
With applesauce served on the side,
Our smiles sweet and bright.
At sundown as the candles glow
We tell the tale of long ago
And sing the Dreidel song we know,
Our spirits free and light.
We open presents, wrapped with care
To see the gifts well-hidden there;
With so much love for all to share,
It’s Chanukah, all right!
*impressively competent homemakers
Gelt
quintessential of the mankind
for bread and butter
for toys and desires
for a ride to long highways to high mountains
for a disease's physic to treatments to obsequies
Quintessential of the mankind
Owes to his sweat and blood
Owes to his sacrifice and slumber
Owes to his peace and passion
The gelt
The quintessence of their incessant days
The quintessence of their relentless dreams
And I want diamonds that owes to the gelt...
Light the candles, flames so bright
Chanukah's here eight days and nights
Spin the dreidel 'round and 'round
Potato latkes frying, yummy sounds
A few coins for the kinder
Precious silver gelt
Chanukah's a minor festival
~ deeply felt
A beautiful bird soared in the sky
He soared high anove the clouds and sun
He flew lonely as all the days went by
He flew solo but always had some fun
He was scared that it was time to die
He did not know when his life would be done
He felt that it was almost time to lie
The weight on his shoulders gelt like a ton.
He had one last thing he wanted to see
And that was a beautiful golden dawn
He wondered if that could possibly be
One gray morning he saw a little fawn
With gray skies he thought his wish would not be
Before he died he saw thst golden dawn.
O Fingernail Moon
pointing down at the ocean
what goddess clipped you?
O clipped fingernail
without your acute reply
can I scratch mind’s itch?
Scratch may be:
the swipe to light the match
the breech that summons blood
the spouse of pad
the early exit before the race
the gelt to stay and play
the flaw on the record’s face
the mindless cry of the itch
How do I scratch mind’s itch?
Pray to the word to guide you:
O Scratch, light the way
of mind’s blood
into my poems.
One possibility:
If you can swipe the match to light the mind
and from the slice follow the summoned blood
until ripe words spill upon the sorting plane
and weak entrants leave before the race
while hope sticks to build on the opening ante
you may at last scratch out a piece of verse
that justifies this frenzied motion back and forth.
O Fingernail Moon
does the goddess know or guess
what she has released?
the sand was squery vishy
each frain gelt ruff between my toes
Star my stog darted to dig
sand flying everywhere
my fair and hace felt like pandsaper
soon with iii's nearly closed
into the wea I salked
laid down to fear my clace
just as a mail grabbed me saying
dont do it. wife is lorth living.
I looked at Star words sannot cay what i felt
no more beech four you today.
Penned 1 March 2016
The scientists flung the Rosetta
like spinning a ball in rouletta.
The nerds were annoyed
when their progeny buoyed.
All was saved with a back turbojeta
Settling down on an icy ast'roid,
which was neither oblong nor spheroid,
they said "Philae be grounded",
instead she rebounded
and almost was lost in the void.
With war games and money misdealt
the project was left needing gelt.
And cells lacking power
sent nerds to the shower
while watching the meteor melt.
The window to the soul
is that what they're called
As I look - what do I see?
I see an old lady staring at me.
I see smile lines of a child,
which have aged over time,
Upon her lips where true love was places,
Smile lined spread across her face.
In her eyes I see joy she gelt as a young new wife,
and the wrinkled hanfs
that worked hard in her life,
"But excuse me mMrs. - What do you see?"
"I see the new ages
looking back at me.
I see the young growing older,
and my chilhood freinds no more.
The tress I grew up underneath
is now a shopping mini mall.
And my loved one, he still hold me at night,
Under no more pain and stress,
In these arms and this heart,
will his soul always rest."
SAVE ME
SAVE ME
FROM ALL THE DISRESPECT
SAVE ME
FROM ALL THE KNOCKING DOWN I GET
SAVE ME
FROM ALL THE HURT I HAVE IN MY HEART
SAVE ME
FROM LOSEING EVERYONE I LOVE
SAVE ME
FROM ALL THE PUSHING AND SHOVING
SAVE ME
FROM THE GELT I HAVE IN MY STOMECH
SAVE ME
FROM THE FOUR WALLS THAT KEEP GETTING COLSER
SAVE ME
FROM THE WRONG ROADS I GO DOWN
SAVE ME
FROM THE DOORS THAT COLSE IN FRONT OF ME
SAVE ME
FROM FALLING OFF THE SIDE
SAVE ME
FROM THE WRONG THINGS IN LIFE
SAVE ME
FROM THE THOUGHTS OF YOU NOT BEEING THERE
SAVE ME
FROM THE THOUGHS OF YOU WILL NEVER COMEING BACK
JUST SAVE ME