At the bottom of our garden
there's a wayward wandering Jew
but I have yet to spot
a crawling Christian or dot a hiking Hindu
I'm adding to the landscape
if it takes me all week
going in steadfast search of
a meandering Moslem or a sauntering Sikh
yet as no rockery looks good without
and planting both who could really resist
for the ladybirds bees and butterflies
a creeping Catholic and a bustling Buddhist
Justice should prevail
Ethno-religion identity should be safe
World’s battle being fought
Jews are aliens
we return to mother ship
relax wine and feast
A Gregory Green was reached
And to him Christ's Gospels preached.
Gregory saw what he'd breached
And how trusted doors had creaked...
Some verses Green had to chew,
Reading many, not a few:
The rapid growth of a Jew
To soon offer up a ewe...
Now, Greg knows you don't say "!"
You've been in my life a hitch...
"For a I'd meet a witch,
For her death witch's purse enrich!"
It was for full repentance:
Green's grant of God's acceptance
To one give back full substance
And cite as shinning instance.
Satan can’t leave Holy Jerusalem,
Rather planning to crowd her with Anselms
But as sooner with warring Salims:
A Theatre of Furnace fueled by felt menace;
Hand-made Arab Bombs for David’s Palace!
Satan is there in Jews’ Holy City
But not there to that idea pity
Packages that should make God cry ‘’Oh!’’
And to Angel Michael ‘’Now, Go!’’
He, Satan, had once met Angel Michael’s sword
And he is still alive, not with sin bored…
How many Sexual Perverts in her?
Satan shall The Number raise next year!
Arrows pointed at God important!
Does it matter each, at last, impotent?
Jerusalem’s Soil not The Most Fertile,
Elsewhere would be found some for a mile;
Satan The Picture makes clamorous
And Jew-Arab Shooting vigorous.
The Year: Long Squandered 1999;
Frank Flynn had found my sent parceled poems ‘fine’
“They can lend themselves... to live performance”
Wherefore I mount for each surveillance….
An Atypical BBC Staff:
His signed statement A frankness not by half;
Laminated have I his bold comment:
Above My First Degree ‘A Document.’
Saw Frank, too, in My Enclosed Verses
‘ Originality of Rhythm’
Then, whoever, their action rehearses
Hasn’t The Spurious got to fathom.
And Frank had marked their “freshness of vision”
I began to crave their prompt diffusion…
Owe I Frank self-rediscovery:
A focus sidelining livery;
Strong reasons to start idolizing self
And speedily start assembling A Shelf…
The Last I should crucify of The Crew;
If he were still alive The Safest Jew.’
On it you may trust The True Jew:
Hot tears likely to leave his eyes
The Lord’s Song voicing in Strange Land…
A Jew should not need any clue
That chosen he had a cause wise:
A lot saving lachrymal gland…
Between Jews and Lord’s Songs a glue:
Smart Adhesive that never dries;
Who may on it pour mocking sand?
But the real question: “What of you?”
Would it be time to live your lies?
The Songs sing and add loud band?
Your Power! Christ’s New Testament
But after eyeing Gift Garment!
Israel,since its creation in 1948,has close ties with Iran,which becomes the second Muslim country to recognise the Jewish state after Turkey.They become allies under the shah,Mohammad Reza Pahlavi.At the time,Iran is home to the biggest Jewish community in the Middle East.The 1979 Islamic revolution in
Iran topples the shah,dramatically ending the friendship between the two states.
Israel does not recognise the new Islamic Republic.The ayatollahs consider Israel illegal occupiers of Jerusalem and responsible for the"genocide"Palestinians.
Informal commercial links remain in place,however,Islamic Jihad becomes the first Islamist Palestinian organisation to take up arms against Israel in 1980,with Iran as its main backer and that is why Israel does not want Nuclear Iran.
Madness comes in hues of crimson
Bloody and black, breathing in the air
Of discontent and despair, dread
That fills the mind with a deafening roar
Of anger, hate and disillusionment
Confusion, hurt, discouragement
A nightmare who dreams in the daylight
Thoughts of one who knows this psychosis
Is the heart of one silent thought
Breaking through grace and hope
Igniting the fires of cold, hard misery
Despondency so fearful it screams
In the ear of any soul who will listen
To rage that thunders past serenity
Into a phrenzy of indignation, shame
Sorrow and blame – alive within a flame
Of melancholy, futility found inside
The one who is the engineer of the last train
To the end – to death – to Auschwitz
The Last Train to Auschwitz Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
April 10, 2021
As a child, I was
sent to Sunday school
to learned of Jesus,
and how God sent Him
to die for our sins.
A Rabbi born
the son of God.
How ironic
that we damn Jews
for Christ's death,
even though
our Savior
Jesus,
was a
Jew.
(Diminished Hexaverse)
12, 16, 2019
Immortality
Awaits
Mysteriously
Almighty
Jesus
Everlasting
Word
Inspire by: Gershon
Born as a liberal Jew in Germany, An young Diarist famed posthumously.
She is none other than Anne Frank,
Whose mettlesome life prematurely sank.
With Hitler and Nazis came to power,
Persecuting Jewish people out of rancour.
Anne's family moved from Germany to Netherland,
But unfortunately became the subject of persecution.
Soon they moved to a secret hideout,
Finding no other alternative wayout.
However one day came the bolt from the blue,
Her family became the captive of World War ll.
The Germans took them to the concentration camps,
Father got separated, mother died of starvation.
Emaciated, shivering body and infected with scabies,
Anne's ebullient life began to cease.
Head shaved, strip naked and hard to recognize,
Anne ultimately embraced death with dreamy eyes.
One day, a Catholic argued with a Jew,
Whose faith is more kind, whose faith is more true.
Seized by the neck and squeezed very tight,
The Jew confessed - " Your faith is more kind!"
in a world of many nations,
may we learn to understand
that non can survive in isolation
but together we stand.
Ti's my ideal wish,
that a Jew and a Samaritan would eat,
from one dish.
in the world of so many races
black, coloured, and Indian spread in all places
may we never judge nor treat by appearance
but love and appreciate our difference.
ti's my ideal wish,
that colour would not distinguish.
in the world of riches and poverty,
let not the poor be treated like property
but treat them like one of you own
for they are hopeless alone.
ti's my ideal wish,
that the Jews and the Samaritans would eat,
from the same dish.
Some say religion or certain religious beliefs are what seperate us people. All that truly separates us is hate , arrogance, and circumstantial, spiteful judgement of any individual. male, female, or other. don't be dumb. when a child is born make it our hope, not our dope.
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