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It looks like curtains for the Jews
Since I'm Jewish, this gives me the blues
Leftist youth in England, watch TikTok and spread
and anti-Jewish theories there are coming to a head.
Muslims in western Europe, even before this Gaza war
have tortured, killed Jews, religious reasons for.
Some Jews hide their faith in New York, don't want to be harassed
They know antisemitism is not a vestige of the past
There's a Jewish State, but it can't survive alone
If the U.S. turns against it, where is the Jewish home?
Europe can't resist its immigrant tide
At Israel's end of days, who will be on its side?
Now you might think I'm confusing two attitudes
You can dislike Israel, but still befriend the Jews
But if Israel is destroyed, its Jewish inhabitants are too
And if you're Jewish in the USA, Jihad won't skip you.
China and Russia side with Iran, a country of Jihad
Iran believes the Jews are enemies of God
For in the Koran, it says that Jews are the main enemies of Islam
Not what I want a billion people to believe, some with an atom bomb.
Jews in the west have been pushed out of their profession groups
Jews can say they're anti-Israel, they can jump through hoops
But the writing is on the wall, and what it says is grim
the letters still spell "mene tekel upharsin."
Jews have been shot in the U.S. by idealists on left and right
How is this something that anyone could fight?
Especially if you're in a black coat, studying bible all day
Or a Jewish leftist who wonders where the left did stray.
So, I'll stop here, stop spreading the bad news
But it doesn't look good, for my fellow Jews.
I'm not spiritual, don't want to be in a scrimmage
Man is too dumb to have been made in God's image.
The Friend's Tale
His groin was mutilated - did you know?
Please, try these pastries. Do. I love them so!
And how is London? It's my favorite city.
Are all the English journalists so pretty?
I'm sorry - correspondent to the court
here in Vienna. You will have your sport.
Be patient, dear. You say I know your father?
First Secretary of State? I need him. Rather,
his daughter is the one who needs me, now.
You'll have the where and when, the why and how.
The Hope of Austria dies with his bawd.
You watch - our talent will all flee abroad.
Of course, the Court will meet the blows and parry them -
The Habsburgs never fight their foes. They marry them.
The situation's grave, not serious, we say,
But this is lethal. This is End of Days.
She lashed out, is my theory, when he said
she was no longer welcome in his bed.
He fell asleep, she took his razor blade
and hacked about his privates. He, dismayed,
enraged, in pain, took up his gun and fired.
And in the watches of the night, alone,
he knew he'd lost his manhood - and his throne.
Your town house, did you say, is Berkeley Square?
Could you present me to your father there?
We in are in a time of darkness,
A season of sorrow and regret.
Like a great fish caught in a current
Rife with unexpected, opposing tides.
All are tossed ever farther
from lives all hoped to access.
Striving against this typhoon of violence
Perhaps our hope is bereft?
As this devouring night surrounds,
No egress to safely accessed.
Losing strength, all fight this unyielding tide.
Vainly seeking the shore.
Loss and grief are everywhere
With no light, they can find no haven.
They are lost within this black storm.
My Bride I have chosen you to be guideposts
Given a specific task to play.
In one hand hold high the gracious lamp
Filled with Holy Oil stored for this day.
Climb high upon the rocks
Light the wicks to combat war’s fray.
Now the Holy One commands the light stands to light!
Making the darkness fall away.
The path is narrow, the way is hard
“Bride of Christ, light your lamps
Save all that you can on this –
The End of Days!”
God’s promises are everlasting
Christ commanded us to not lose even one.
So, My Chosen, light the lanterns,
the Bridegroom’s feast awaits.
“There shall be weeping, and wailing, and gnashing of teeth”,
I’d read it and read it again.
And I’d heard of it preached from all pulpits the same,
warning me of the crisis I’m in.
So, I pondered and tried to create in my mind -
a world filled with flames without end,
and I wondered if it were some actual place
to where God the malefactors will send?
But my mind couldn’t grasp it. My heart turned away.
Something deep from inside told me no.
Yet I had to admit there was something I sensed,
to where if I changed not, I must go.
So, I asked myself, “What could it be that would cause
lamentation as scripture portrays?”
Then I shook at the thought when a scene filled my mind
of a life lived without end of days.
Twas a world much like ours, but more beautiful there,
not the world I’d been told I should fear.
Yet of those who dwelt there, looking into their eyes,
in an instant the torment is clear.
Eyes unlike any else I had ever beheld,
void of light and of color- dark taupe.
Eyes that once shined with beauty and sparkled with life,
were now windows to souls without hope.
“What could cause such despair?”
“Which great pain do they bare?”
“It’s not burning, nor torture, nor chains.”
So, I knelt down to pray, and my heart sunk to hear
what the Spirit began to explain.
“The flames without end are not those to be seen,
but those which do burn deep inside.”
“The torment you see in the eyes of the damned
is the eternal regret of their pride.”
“Though they dwell in this world filled with beauty and peace,
nothing found here upon cools their minds,
which burns with the memory of family above,
and a Father so loving and kind.”
“Regret is their hell, for they know full and well
what they otherwise might have received.”
“Now eons pass by and eternity looms
without hope of the slightest reprieve.”
So, I write this to urge you - soften your heart,
and allow your once deaf ears to hear.
For now is the day wherein we must all work.
and this long night of darkness… so near.
We all have our views on the subject. A military officer
on hearing I was pregnant asked me to consider having
an abortion. I know a young woman, the doctors told
her mom, that with her condition, she needed to be aborted.
She was not and is perfect with a beautiful family.
PREPARED TO MAKE MISTAKES
You saw baby bouncing on your knee
and the gifts the neighbors bring.
Blue and pink were twins,
the sparkle in your eyes
at graduation
and surprise they were there for you
at your end of days.
You smiled
as each smoothed your hair,
kissed you on the cheek.
You’d surely die
then think,
regretting dying before you drink
of their beauty,
as they wait in utero
dreaming of a mom
who’d care for them
as she discusses their fate
with a stethoscope clad
impartial lad,
who has no stake,
who’s prepared
to make mistakes
blue and pink balloons
could pop
on a pin drop,
with no bounce,
no degree,
added to a pile of debris.
5/11/2022
The noise all around me..
it's deafening to my ears;
But when silence is overwhelming..
It brings out my deepest fears.
Mother nature is telling us..
we really must change our ways;
Earth Quakes, Drought's, Tsunami's..
Is this our "Coming End Of Days"?
People are dying daily..
through natures callous effects;
Yet! Mankind still forges on..
War and terrorism still progress!
How do we right the wrongs..
of all mankind's mistakes?
If the wrath of nature can't shake us up..
What will? For heavens sake!
Our morals, ethics and values..
are all but nearly lost;
People have easily forgotten..
Our children's life's are at cost.
Will our children have a future?
Will they even get a glance?
If we could only change our values..
Then maybe they'll have a chance.
If today were in fact the end of days
We'd face it with no scintilla of anxiety or sadness
because our fate is in God's hands
I'd leave absolutely nothing unsaid
between us; no time would be wasted...
morosely waiting until the day fades
into nothingness at the stroke of midnight
I'd kiss you a thousand times, if not more
and I'll never leave your sight
until the very end, my sweet.
We'd seize the day; fireflies in the night sky
We'd take plenary advantage
of the spectacular here and now
and make each moment glitter like gold.
Oh, what fun we'll have, while it lasts
We'd throw a mammoth going-out party
With our near and dear ones; a party to end
all parties. I'd take solace in the thought that
we'd be together when the day
quietly fizzles out like a whisper in the wind
The love I have for you would grow
exponentially, and explode
like a stick of dynamite, better yet, a bomb
We'd lie on the bed of roses I made just for you
and gaze upon the countless stars in the sky...
for the very last time! We'd sing
and dance under the harvest moon. If separated
by an ocean, i'd somehow magically make it
back to you, in the nick of time
so help me God
Submitted for...
STRAND SELECT 10,any form ,any theme Poetry Contest(Winner: 2nd Place)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date: 01/12/2020
"What If There Was No Tomorrow" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One (Winner: 2nd Place)
Date written and submitted: 08/21/2019
The NY EBS
There is talk of war.
There is rumor and propaganda.
There is concern and worry.
No one wants to die.
No one wants to die,
for no reason at all.
Where is the positive
in that death,
the "heroic" story... ?
There is none, and will never
be any, except the misery, and pain
without gain for any man, or woman... alive.
Commercials on the air,
New York despair,
put your head down, to the ground...
as you hear the pound, pound, pound!
While you are there...
pray for one another,
and before your last breath include
peace among and for ALL!
Duck and cover in the 50s
seems like child's play now.
All the players are all grown up.
They have become big fish too,
in their small freshwater ponds
scattered around the world.
Size matters because a splash felt there,
will be felt here, before the end of days.
No one will escape.
There are no survivors,
only the remainders,
on their knees before God.
Asking not for mercy,
as they know it is far beyond that point,
racking up the number they killed.
Asking instead for grace, in desperation,
before the nations fall to the dogs.
With the end of days upon them
Nears the time of final battle
In the halls of high Valhalla
Asgard senses its death rattle
In the forest crows the rooster
In the sky the sun does darken
In the cave the hound is howling
To these signs the Aesir harken
Heimdall blows the Gjallarhorn
Dark the rainbow bridge is turning
Vivid lightning cleaves Yggdrasil
Then the central tree is burning
Aesir watch in fascination
See volcanoes spew like fountains
See the heavens splitting open
See the oceans climb the mountains
See the continents convulsing
See the forests burn to ashes
See the sons of Mim awaken
In the fatal lightning flashes
As the winds consume the wasteland
From the south Surtr advances
With his minions tearing corpses
Bright his sword and sharp his lances
Aesir then prepare their weapons
Eyes are clear and arms are steady
The Midgard serpent Jörmungandr
Upon the battle plain is ready
With his heavy hammer Mjolnir
Strides the mighty god of thunder
To do battle with the serpent
And to rend the world asunder
June 30, 2014
N.B. This poem is an Epyllion, a brief narrative poem with a romantic or mythological theme. It is written in trochaic tetrameter, like some of the ancient Eddas.
Glossary:
Ragnarök - Final battle and death of the Aesir
Aesir - The Norse gods
Asgard - one of the Nine Worlds and home of the Aesir
Valhalla - a majestic, enormous hall located in Asgard, ruled over by the chief Norse god Odin
Heimdall - A Norse god who blows his horn to signal the beginning of Ragnarök
Gjallarhorn - Heimdall's horn
Midgard- Middle Earth, or the world of humans
Bifröst - the burning rainbow bridge between Midgard and Asgard
Yggdrasil - The sacred Norse central tree that holds the Nine Worlds
Mim - an Asian renowned for his knowledge and wisdom who has been beheaded. Odin carries around Mím's preserved head and it recites secret knowledge and counsel to him.
Surtr- a fire troll with a flaming sword who sets the world on fire.
Jörmungandr- The world serpent or ouroboros that surrounds the earth and grasps his own tail. When he lets go, the world will end. Jörmungandr's arch-enemy is the god Thor.
Thor - The Norse god of thunder
Mjolnir - Thor's hammer and principal weapon
From dark to dawn
The systems turned on
Man was already here
But LOVE stepped down
Yielded His crown
To wage war on fear
Voices and sounds
Always around
Yet man always knew
When LOVE walked
He heard Him talk
From LOVE's pointed view
She came out
With a glorious shout
Man had met his mate
She clung to his side
Longing to hide
From the whisper of hell's gate
Such pretty sights
One caught her eye
She followed to the tree
He clung to her
Like a bear without fur
Fighting the urge to agree
The direction changed
The River rearranged
In one bite of time
She would not go alone
And be left to roam
An empty to world to find....
.............................LOVE
Six days were given
In which MAN was livin'
To conquer fear with LOVE
On day four
NORTH settled the score
And returned to His kingdom above
New man with three parts
Could give up his own heart
And walk again, as ONE
Spirit hide away
Til the end of days
And the work of LOVE was done
His children with compassion
Are the ones HE fashioned
To speak and do LOVE
Is it not written
That even the bitten
Will return to the Father above
His blood settled the bill
Where we thought we could fill
The lines with worked off debt
His Voice spoke
His payment broke
The five senses of regret
Settled.........the Work is done..............all is Settled.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09/03/2019
Note: What Revelation reveled to me, I trust, He too will let you see :)