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Closing in by land, the Egyptians on the attack
From the other side, the deep sea at their backs
Had the newly liberated Hebrew slaves
just dug themselves watery graves
Prayer may be the Jewish weapon of choice
but this time one man found a different voice
From the tribe of Yehuda, Nachshon, its prince
taking steadfast steps into the sea, convinced
The G-d of Israel to command Moses, "Your staff, now raise!
Split the sea!" The courage of Nachshon of Yehuda forever praise!
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The Torah portion in synagogues around the world this week is Exo-
dus 13:12 - 17:16. It includes the courageous act of Nachshon, son
of Aminadav (as he is named in the Torah), the miraculous Splitting
of the Red Sea, and two famous songs of gratitude and praise after-
ward: the first, that of Moses and the men; the second, that of Mir-
iam and the women.
I would like a dream vacation,
Paris is my destination;
For me this would be a delight,
I am ready to book a flight.
I will walk the wide boulevards,
And sneak a peek at nice backyards;
Oh, it would be lovely at night,
I am ready to book a flight.
I would drift on the Seine River,
The Louvre- I would stay ever;
The Eiffel Tower, what a sight,
I am ready to book a flight.
At the Notre-Dame I would pray,
In the boutiques I want to stay;
In an old cemetery- write,
I am ready to book a flight.
And search for my French ancestors,
Unadorned graves with no answers;
Oh, almost there, but just not quite,
I am ready to book a flight.
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February 4, 2016
Poetry/Verse/Paris, My Destination
Copyright Protected, ID 16- 752-282-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Take A Vacation,
sponsor, Lin Lane
Fifth Place
Spring arrived, ‘Twas the dawn of man
Consciousness exploded with a Big Bang
We foraged inquisitively for berries and nuts
Soon building settlements and primitive huts
A subtle spark conjured otherworldly fire
And with it came a burning desire
Tales of titans and mythical creatures
Serpents and beasts with grotesque features
Summer arose, out rolled the wheel
Stonework replaced by the forging of steel
Harnessing power from great rivers and streams
Oceans soon conquered by ships of dreams
There were wondrous amphitheaters without a flaw
Spectacular cathedrals that left us in awe
Advances in medicine enhanced our lives
Youthful deaths seemed for the archives
Autumn emerged, the pinnacle of man
Although swarming to billions wasn’t the plan
The thriving Metropolis made man a city dweller
Piercing the sky with scrapers so stellar
Technology progressed to an unfathomable height
Our synapses fired so glaringly bright
We drove motor cars and traversed the stars
And even toyed with the idea of avatars
Winter came, and into ash we did burn
We dug our graves and had nowhere to turn
Conquered by robotics that we impatiently built
Mega cities crumbled to sand and silt
We gave godly power to Artificial Intelligence
Paying the ultimate price when they evolved to sentience
Mighty bombs dropped, and every city fell
The curtains sadly drawn as mankind bids farewell
She left the country where she was raised,
To pursue her endeavors, no longer a slave,
She climbed mountains and swam through swamp lakes,
To be relieved from all the past hurts and mistakes,
She tread upon scorpions, demolished serpent skins,
To connect with a fire that burned deep within,
She ran from the flock only to be brought back again,
To teach this new remnant how to boldly fend,
For…
Everything and anything noble and true,
Break down the borders of doubt and ridicule,
All that aspire to conquer what is right,
Sinister smiles that feed on broken appetites,
Graves that are rolling and men who control
Chants in the night intended to steal someone’s soul
Laughter of failure,A spirit in tears
This warrior princess helped many in fear.
She ripped out the thorns that lagged in her side,
To humble her heart and swallow her pride,
She drank of the water that brings bones back from the dead,
To deepen her love and renew what was in her head,
She gave with a smile and listened to their pain,
To heal those in trouble with divinity rain,
She took on a role that others despised,
To enable the weak to look up and arise,
She knew it was time to fight with all her might,
To allow the Holy Spirit to make her destiny right,
She spoke to the masses and sang to the stacks
To a beautiful melody of "I am never going back."
By: sabina Nicole
Written: To All The warriors
A convict Mentality/
Is common sense to someone/
But, uncomprehensible to most/
People get it twisted/
They think an inmate and convict/
Are the same/
But they are not/
Two worlds apart/
An inmate can be anyone/
Who goes to prison/
A convict sets people away from others/
A convict is about business/
In all ways/
No one sees weakness/
When looking upon a convict/
An inmate is a weak person/
Who does what they are told/
That has no backbone/
To defend themselves/
Let alone speak their mind/
Keep telling on people/
To gain what they want/
They are cowards physically and mentally/
Now, a convict is a person/
Who is cunning and smarter/
Who is prone to violence/
And has no problem flaunting it/
They are full of power/
Inmates are frightened of convicts/
Even when convicts have to do nothing/
Most convicts are bad to the bone/
Who just don't care/
In the mind of a convict/
They will go their graves/
With their crimes/
An inmate is always snitching/
Convicts gives inmates stitches/
Make them end up in ditches/
A true convict mentality/
Is a rare find/
They put the Antichrist in prison/
For a crime he is innocent of/
He developed a convict mentality/
All the traps were set, from the jealous people in my life
Still trying to fight all the battles of their unwanted strife
All the things I have to lose, as I'm made to take the fall
Because have we all not met before, so jealous if I recall
I am still visiting the graves of loved ones who fell before
Now I'm back to fight for them, as even the bloody score
All died from your jealousy; under an accidental disguise
With all their deaths forever noted by all the judges wise
Staying put to calm your jealous heart, it's all but a farce
As all it did was fuel the jealously within your black heart
You still killed the ones I loved so you could rest assured
Not once questioning the pains, that for you we endured
Survival of the fittest, as with all of your righteous rights
As I’m left creeping upon you all in your sleepless nights
Repeat . . .
You still killed the ones I loved so you could rest assured
Not once questioning the pains, that for you we endured
Survival of the fittest, as with all of your righteous rights
As I’m left creeping upon you all in your sleepless nights
The song of the lost
Drowned out by the ghostly whispers
Begging to be freed
To move through the afterlife like leaves on a tree
Free to be -
Sad for the black souls trapped in the waters used to escape
A fate of becoming a slave
Yet somehow contained in the waters of slavery
Forever encased in the inescapable shackles of slavery
The ocean though calm
Carries secrets of chaos
Pleading to be released
To uncover the watery graves
Belonging to those who are not at rest
But are in a constant cycle of broken sleep
All they wanted was freedom
Yet what they got was a muted outcome
Forever chained by a haunted ocean
The echoes from below
Are those who chose rebellion
As an act of freedom
Just for them to be muted by a watery prison
Who had hoped they'd escape from the shadows of trauma
That continue to follow
Even after death there's no escape system
To be black was to be in situations
Where we are damned if we do and damned if we don't
Our survival, the sanctity of our minds
Is based on the trust in hope
But how do you trust a word that feels so foreign
Considering for us It is a language we've never known
Never been taught
The strength of our community
Is not to be questioned
When life and death is synonymous to the black experience
In our silent holocaust
we sit n toil
under the lost
we ponder the spoil
ponder the toll
of our inner minds eye
within our silent holocaust
sitting in our quiet graves
bury each an idea of hope
each a concept of what would be
what we would see
in ourselves
a tear for what could be
a sigh for the wraith
as our inner eye blurs
faith
spirals our deepest pain
the clouds are dark with burden
as we sit in our silent holocaust
we ponder the lying
a line of stones
we watch his gaze
grow dark
with burdens of a nation
covering our silent holocaust
we ponder the vast ruin landscape
of ideology and mortality
and cast asunder to heaven
rage
as we sit, prey why
questions the survival of our insanity
as we dwell deep
in our silent holocaust
unknown by all
unseen seen by none
only loved by one
we are all alone
in our silent holocaust
The Walking Dead
It’s said that at the crucifixion, certain events took place.
But nowhere in history do we find this case.
Eclipses, in the ancient world, were important events,
And often believed to be major portents.
But history lacks this event of immanity,
And that’s a big problem for Christianity.
A literary trope and mimesis again,
Showing up with the ancients’ pen.
Again,miracle wise, is the Temple curtain,
(The tearing of it is just not certain.)
Sixty feet by thirty feet by 4 inches thick.
Even magically tearing it would be quite a trick.
This curtain was a huge divider,
Separating God from any outsider.
Beyond the curtain was supposedly God’s presence,
And only the High Priest could stand in God’s essence.
This curtain separated God from man,
And rending it supposedly change this plan.
Now people had direct access,
To the God they wanted to address.
Now we come to the final case.
Dead people walking all over the place.
Many people came out of their graves,
(And they had died before “Jesus saves”.)
But people before, came back from the dead.
Elijah raised one, while Elisha, with bald head,
Raised two people himself, in different ways,
So again it’s mimesis, the same old craze.
And after Jesus, followers raised dead too.
Exactly what you’d expect them to do.
And of all the people who came back from the dead,
Not one word from them was ever said,
About the time after their death,
After they took their very last breath.
But we know the reason for this story.
It’s meant to give their hero more glory.
Holocaust Remembrance Day, 2019
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Today, we honor those whose lives were cruelly taken!
They suffered gruesome deaths and were inhumanely forsaken.
Frightening, how we heard from the fourth estate,not a word of this!
While Jews today are murdered, assaulted and eternally dissed.
Remember each poet reading this!
Assaullts on Jews are up 105 per cent_a fact not to be missed.
Buy some sunny, beautiful, yellow daffodils today.
In respect and in memory for all the children,the men and the
women sent too early,to ashy graves in the most heinous of ways.
Shema Yisrael
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Panagiota Romios
5/1/2019
6:30pm PST