Make the strings hot
When Eddie Van Halen is scalin’
Make the strings hot
When Randy Rhoads fingers explode
Make the strings hot
When Angus Young’s Gibson SG strums
Make the strings hot
With Pete Townsend’s windmill trend
Make the strings hot
When Jimmi Hendrix uses his mouth picks
Make the strings hot
When Jimi Page uses a bow on stage
Make the strings hot
When Jeff Beck serenades the neck
Make the strings hot
When David Gilmore comfortably plays chords
Make the strings hot
When Chuck Berry walks aviary
Make the strings hot
When Bo Diddly plays it fiddly
Make the strings hot
When you hear Frampton and Clapton
Make the strings hot
When you hear Brian May play
Make the strings hot
In a rockin' classical theme of Yngwie Malmsteen
Make the strings hot
Where Howlin' Wolf
Said Robert Johnson sold his soul
Make the strings hot
When Eugene Martone and Steve Vai collide*
(And Johnny beat the tempter sly)*
(Of all the Israelite kings)
One, a cunning player of strings*
Gaza, Iran & Beirut.. nighty night
No respite from the missiles flight
Vexing but still flexing their might
Poor poor me…the Israelite
Don’t confuse this ain’t about Jews
Diaspora poorer cos of this blight
Lots of bots & Zionist zealots plots
Poor poor me….the Israelite
Ignite the fight with clear foresight
Denied aid this trite white knight
Lied about genocide that’s alright
Poor poor me….the Israelite
Mad Mossad glad says it’s our bad
Spite.. despite their neighbours plight
Planned land grab it’s their birthright?
Poor poor me… the Israelite
A tool in the cruel rule of fossil fuel
Not a fool got their American mule
Know they’re best mates so tight
Poor poor me… the Israelite
No slight or insight.. news lite
Spank & shank the West Bank
Carve up then starve a delight
Poor poor me…the Israelite
No stagefright the future’s bright
Rage kill will keep up their pecker
To murder and be a home wrecker
Victims can’t alight from midnight
Narcissist terrorist is high as a kite
Hear old song by Desmond Dekker
Poor poor me…the Israelite
Goliath was a big threat to Israel
A giant with intimidating records
Of military prowess which turned Israelite soldiers
To a bunch of faithless cowards
And to an army of lily livered derelicts
As they capitulated in fear
And let the sleeping dog lie
While Goliath had his fill
Threatening God’s own army
But it took a lively faith and just a stone
To bring the mountain of a giant
Crashing to a disgraceful end
As David used faith as heavenly currency
To purchase heavenly grace
And brought the boastful philistine
To a dismal end
Are you faced with any life’s challenges?
Look back with faith on God’s track record in your life
And be filled with amazing strength and power
To overcome all Goliaths threatening your very existence
The table set
just us three
My wife, my son
and me
A masterful meal
spirits raised high
How about a song now
Let's give it a try
One tune leads to another
melodies like brothers
Forty minutes of pure gaiety
laughter, joy, a taste of harmony
The after-meal grace recited
with full-throated thanks
Next meal - six hours, guests coming
~ time to refill our tanks
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Note: The 'Festival' referred to is Sukkot,
the Jewish Fall Harvest Festival - 7 days
in Israel; 8 days elsewhere. Meals are
taken in a small, temporary outdoor booth,
often elaborately decorated. Many families
sleep in these huts as well, fulfilling the
command that every Israelite dwell in
booths for seven days. (Leviticus 23:42).
I pray and beg of thee;
Commit me to your memory. *
Place me among your 'Forget me nots'.
In many ways my friend,
I am a lot like you.
In a food crisis, my best memory speaks,
not of just bread and water, but also leeks.
A bowed incivility is all that I had known.
Egypt land where I was born never felt like home.
Yet it was there I roamed but never really belonged.
Liberties were greatly denied, but yet I thrived.
My first taste of liberty led me to an angry sea.
The Almighty protected me from my vicious enemy.
From the miracle of the sea, I came to a place in the wilderness.
I dreamed of comfort, security, and sweetness, only to be awakened
to a nightmare of bitterness. But God always loves me with tenderness.
052922PS *Israelite experiences in Egypt
Passover’s month is the New Year
for Israelite Kings
I know that seems like
a crazy thing… but back in the day
Jews used to date
the start of a king’s reign
by its proximity to Nisan
the month Passover’s in…
So, if a king was crowned
a week before Nisan began
By Passover he was in the second year
of his reign’s lifespan…
Now if you’ve always thought of Nisan
as the first Japanese-American car
Well, here’s this poem ~ and there you are
Is God Jewish, keeping kosher
and laying down the Law?
[Though the Israelite name
was unpronounceable--no vowels,
because what human can truly
speak the name of God....]
Is God a Roman Catholic,
with an army of saints behind him?
Or maybe He's a Mennonite,
plainly dressed and plainly spoken?
Could God be a fiery Baptist,
reminding us that hell's torment
is as real as heaven's joy?
Might He be an Episcopalian,
soft-spoken, and all so polite?
[Though in England He would
say He's an Anglican, and have
a classy British accent...]
Perhaps God is a Hindu,
manifesting in 33 million ways,
or maybe He likes to be called
Allah in the desert places?
What does it matter what
God's name is, so long as
you seek Him, and know
you are not God...?
Phineas' revenge for the Lord
thrusting his miniature sword
in Zimri, Israelite prince...
Modern sensibilities wince
but for Jews, it just wasn't right
to romance the Midianites
This poem is for you
You are awesome
Wonderful and beautiful
Do you know,
You are one of a kind
Covered in 'YAH'S' blood
Loved and chosen
You were put here to grow and blossom
Can't you see,
You are special an awesome
Created by 'YAH',
Born an Israelite to fight and to do right
A King, a warrior, a man of steal
Born to show the world
That ' YAH' is real
Children of color don't you hide
Colorful Youth don't be weak or shy
Stand firm
You are made from solid and gold
No matter what their do
You will not be broken or moved
Colorful Youth be wise and bold
Take up, 'YAH'S' shield
Stand and reveal.
Fertile silt spilt over its bank
Providing voluptuous life
Northward compass unusual
to intersect with Orion
Illuminated stars for wise men three
Moses basket ride, Israelite pride
Life along miles of virile poignant Nile
Omnipotent sent a proffer
Humble son gift euphonious
Trinity, accept the offer
Blest banks of Jordan, satiate
Acceptance grant by the author
Pontius Pilate governing Saviors fate
Instinct attitude, caveat debate
Imbibe in the soul space, venerate place~
word count 74
Why is my identity a secret
What language did my fore fathers speak
Before the time of Babylon
Who was I
I believe I was classified a slave
Scholars of this earth you rob me
Denied me of my birth
Truth concealed lies told
Sold to the highest bidder
Just to fill your pockets with gold
Scholars I ask
Why is my identity still top secret
These lies seem to have worth
Four hundred years of slavery
Truth erased images,artifacts hidden and buried
Scholars of this earth
Why not let the truth be told
Who am I
They say, I am a *****
I am not the son or daughter of Ham
I think thats great
I am an Israelite
A true *****.
Dumb it Down
Date: Mon, Jan 11 2016 at 8:06 AM
He Brew he Hebrew the Seed of Jews
Seasoned the Fruits Sinking in the Truth In Peace with Beetlejuice
Shadows of Noobs
I know the Darkness of the Moon
Revenge of the Fallen Strikes a Noon
I'm Looney like Looney toons on Tunes but I ain't a Toon
Twelve Tribes divided
Jacob to Issac
Israelite Hybrids
Zionist
Portraying the lost Children Blinded
Here's an Hieroglyphic
Noah to Ham Son of the Egyptians
Shem The Jews
Gaza Slave
The Gaza man looked stunned he carried two
Jute sacks that were bloodied and reminded of
Someone who had bought meat
At the illegal slaughter market
But it was worse than that he carried the remains
Of his family after yet an onslaught by the Israeli
Military machine mostly financed by the USA.
Now the Gaza man had to sort out the remains
And bury the right pieces.
If you asked an Israelite sitting on a hillside
Enjoying the bombing eating something correct food and
Drinking beer he will look angrily at you and say
Israel has the right to defend itself
And if that means the eradication of the Palestine’s as a people
So be it.
Israel to my sorrow has developed into a state that
Has lost its humanity
The Palestinians carry our forefathers’ anti-Semitic views
As a heavy burden
MY MAKER LIVETH
Though the curtain may blab behind my back,
Though the window may mock my being,
Though the earth may undergo changes;
Who am I not to give you all the praise?
I am but nothing in your eyes, but you are mindful
Of me, my existence.
When am rejected by my kind,
You stood by me saying that thy
Handiwork would you not permit to rot.
Unto you my maker my soul please to exalt,
Unto you my God, do I render all my praises
My maker is alive because he made me,
And never would thy hand made spoil.
My creator is the God of widows,
My redeemer is the God of the oppressed,
My God is the God of fire and thunder
My maker and thy creator is alive for he
Would not make my feet stumble and fall.
Even though the earth undergo changes,
He is able to keep me and you.
Even though the oceans roar upon me,
He that guided the israelite shall keep me.
The lord of Lords is his name, the pride
Of Jacob is his name; the lord of the host
Is his name, the lily of the valley is his name.
Those who wait upon him shall be strong and do
Exploit, my God liveth and he is not dead.
My God is not dead, he is alive.
The Wall Between Us
There stands a barrier between us.
A wall in the most literal sense.
But it's taken on another form,
The height of which stands immense.
There was a crack within it once.
As a carpenter, you patched it well.
Now on your side of the mended wall
You choose to hide away and dwell.
You spoke of desire within your heart,
And even promised your love is true.
What keeps you away and confined
Behind a prison wall built by you?
You created a rampart I will not cross,
For to breach it I fear I may stumble.
If I could I'd ask the Israelite, Joshua,
To make your wall weak and crumble.
With restraint, I will not seek a way
To open a crack in your wall once more.
If you truly love me you will discover,
Within your wall you can build a door.
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