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Today is the Jewish Day of Atonement,
A day to look deep into your thoughtful soul.
To make things right, with all you’ve wronged.
And stop, with your own, self-righteous songs.
To contact each person in fullest honesty!
Later in synagogue,honor in song, our beloved dead.
And of any harm you caused the living, make things right.
Yom Kippur begins ….as the golden sun sets tonight!
Last week we celebrated the first day of New Year, Rosh Hashanah,
The day that Adam was created, the very most mbeginning
Of all the most colorful, human race.
The Jewish New Year, with joyousness, I hope do partake.!
Am Yisrael Chai!
Panagiota Romios
10/1/2025
As I walk alone
Through the thickened forest path,
thinking to myself.
Have I done enough...
in my life to please the Lord?
What else can I do?
I tried to do good.
I tried my best to be kind,
thoughtful and caring.
My children, bless them.
They made me a happy man.
How long will I live?
How long will they live?
Long past when I'm gone...I hope,
and pray to the Lord.
And my grandchildren
I am blessed to have them all.
Hmm...will I have more?
My dear wife, my love
I want to die before her.
I can't bear the thought...
of losing my love.
I wonder, if the Lord knows...
I want to die first.
I guess...only time will tell.
3/28/21
Sanitized a lot of messes with Lysol
Saw it all through my eyeballs
By being logical during daytime or nightfall
Did no good to dawdle
Helped to be thoughtful
Experienced the pleasant and the awful
Didn't always benefit one side or the other during debacles
It happened so much, I could write novels
So many squabbles
One was victorious, the other one wobbled
Head held high, or hobbled
Occasionally left me boggled
I didn't just watch through my goggles
Odors and fragrances picked up through my nostrils
Among living species and fossils
Some people docile and others hostile
Doing the bare minimum or going full throttle
Kicked the habit, or really hitting the bottle
Some people are humble and others think they're a model
The impact it had was minor or colossal
Putting others down because it makes them feel bigger
Obsessed with image and the figures
People so quick to point a finger
And to pull the trigger
Danger always lingers
Life filled with drama, like Jerry Springer
Been through the wringer
Another dinger
And zinger
Hook line and sinker
Still a hardcore drinker
And deep thinker
Among gentle animals or aggressive lifeforms with or without stingers
I continue to tinker
Covering a lot of ground, like a sprinkler
Still drinking beers
Here's a cheers
To my peers
Heard so many truths, rumors and lies through my ears
Over the years
Occasionally changing gears
Expressing happy or sad tears
While wielding shields, swords or spears
Getting rid of any fears
And finding a way to persevere
Once the smoke finally clears
The world was in a happy or sad state
People that do or don't have faith
Life going fast pace
Caught in the rat race
Pushing for first, not last place
For a long time, I've been in bad shape
And half-baked
Now that we got that straight
Regarding the cuisine of the world, I've barely had a taste
In a thriving city a boy was born,
growing up melancholy and forlorn,
thoughtful, with a poet's sensitive soul,
he knew he was different and unwhole.
His life would be both rose and piercing thorn.
He took to the road, and he travelled far.
In the Summer of Love, he found his star,
and for the first time, he felt happiness.
a strange new world felt like a warm caress,
San Francisco and electric guitar.
His smile, like the sun, would light up the sky,
but that California Sunshine high
would almost break him and lay him down low.
But those days are gone, and so long ago.
Now, we can only cry, and wonder - "why?"
Where does it all come from...
Our every thought and what we feel?
As basic urges give way to instinct,
And thoughtful action seeks to heal.
Now some may oversimplify, this
Cause and effect stimulus and response.
As if complexity was not even present,
Only Pavlovian drooling, though nonchalance.
This may include some history and experience,
To shade and color the specific event.
After all, the difference between surprise & shock,
May lie somewhere between everything sent.
While temptation may yield to psychology,
That analysis is destined to be incomplete.
Since ignorance is the primary mentor,
And our wisdom may seem obsolete.
Is it possible for a a full understanding,
Where prediction would reward along the way?
Or does evolutionary change continue to
Raise the bar, & that will always stay.
What seems definite is only a teaser,
Just a snack to satisfy before the meal.
Because our hunger is far more curious, &
It won't settle for table scraps in the deal.
So while our interest may be endless,
We may never have the complete view.
Leaves me to wonder if it's due to our clumsiness,
While stumbling along without having a clue.
Whatever answers are there awaiting us,
I'm sure of one thing to grant me some peace.
That is no matter the origins or journey,
Our efforts will continue to know this masterpiece.
“Though I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad; his kiss was not so wonderful as all the dreams I had.” - Sara Teasdale
You see it in romantic movies, and
when you are young, nothing seems so awesome
as kissing's bliss or walking hand in hand.
You dream of it, wishing it would blossom
before too long for you! If only he -
your thoughtful, handsome prince – would come along,
and reverie become reality.
You fall to sleep. In your mind’s a love song,
and when you’re not asleep, you dream awake.
Your visualization of romance
is whimsy over life-long love you’ll make.
Youth’s fantasizing has you in a trance.
Life shocks you out of hallucination,
For truth can’t match your sweet imagination.
In the spaces that divide us, where distance quietly lies,
Bridges of the heart are built, under the vast, embracing skies.
Spanning gaps with beams of understanding, sturdy and profound,
A conduit for love and warmth, in the spaces, they are found.
From one soul to another, across the valleys deep and wide,
Bridges form with threads of empathy, where kindred spirits reside.
In every plank, a shared joy, in every cable, a shared pain,
Uniting us across the chasms, in sunshine and through rain.
Upon these structures, words and sentiments freely flow,
Carrying tales of love and loss, in a gentle, steady tow.
Each bridge, a testament to connection, a pathway to explore,
A journey towards another, to discover, and to adore.
Through storms and calm, they stand, amidst the times that test,
Providing passage to the other side, where shared moments rest.
In the silhouette of a bridge against a setting sun’s glow,
Lie stories of encounters and farewells, in a timeless, gentle throw.
May we build these bridges with compassion, under the celestial dome,
Creating paths to one another, in the spaces we call home.
For in every thoughtful connection, in every shared, emotive gaze,
We construct the sturdy spans that join us, through life’s intricate maze.
Within these bridges, let’s find the fortitude to traverse,
Through moments, light and dark, in the universe, diverse.
With kindness as our guide, along these pathways, let’s tread,
Creating endless bridges between us, where love and hope are spread.
As I wake up every morning and look in the mirror
I thank my lucky stars I am still here
Another day of life to fulfill all my dreams
To spread joy and happiness to all my fellow human beings
Show love and respect to everyone you meet
Travelling on a bus gives someone less fortunate your seat
Be kind and thoughtful with the words you say
The feelings you create for someone may just make their day
Use your time wisely but be gracious and share
Stand up for a person being bullied and show them you care
Do your best to unite the world as one
Life needs to be cherished, nourish it and go have some fun
One dreams, one dreamt, together in the rain,
Beneath an awning, river in the lane,
In boredom, and bold confidence of youth,
The lad set forth to dwell upon the truth.
“It’s all a pointless fury, is it not?
Our little lives, in vast confusion caught.
And like the dirt that’s flowing by our feet,
There’s nothing left, when all the sum’s complete.”
The old man looked upon him, speaking slow,
And he said, “Son, that ain’t the way to go.”
The thunder spoke in quiet ‘tween the two,
But as it died, the young man spoke anew.
“I don’t say all’s the same, no Stoic I,
I want my pile of gold before I die.
Though life's a wretched mess, no wretch I'll be,
What good there is, I'll bring it home to me.”
The old man looked upon him, speaking slow,
And he said, “Son, that ain’t the way to go.”
The anger of the storm soon passed away,
And little patience had the lad to stay.
But as he turned to leave, as in a trance,
The old man said, beneath his thoughtful glance,
“When the music plays, don’t forget to dance.”
She came from humble beginnings
A happy ,only child
A quiet, loving family
Her parents both meek and mild
A unassertive, shy girl
By many considered plain
She had a few good friends
Her strength her bright, enquiring brain
She studied hard which she enjoyed
Like many young girls she dreamed of romance
Sadly, it never came her way
No male attention, no first kiss, no first dance
Her desire was to be a lawyer
Which she easily achieved
She flourished and blossomed over the years
Male attention and pursuit she now received
She dated many then found the one
A kind , thoughtful, loving man
She married late, she was happy
Years had flown by … so a baby was the immediate plan
Becoming pregnant did not come easily
In fact it didn’t happen at all
It was all she thought about and wanted
As an older woman…. this was her one and only call
Due to their hectic schedules seperate Drs they did see
Their tests showed there was no obvious reason why
“Keep on trying” was the advice for now
Tears of pure sadness she did cry
He lay on the kitchen floor
Covered in blood and without breath
She stood over him bloodied knife in hand
Knife wounds to his chest… is how he met his death
She had found his hidden papers
Completely distraught ,devastated by his dishonesty
He had robbed her only chance of having a child
When two years ago….he had a vasectomy!