Long Yom kippur Poems
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Through the years you hunted me
Your sword and spear pierced through me
Leaving no mark of wound to show
But in me many flow
From which I couldn't flee.
Flee! Flee!!, I plead myself
Yet still I stood like a deaf
Tis a battle I must fight
Battle! Till the day is bright
Enough of hidings like an elf.
Get thee behind me!
Thence I command thee
Think I've heard enough of you
Least of all my nephew.
You've brought me nothing but misery.
I forbid you till "Yom Kippur"
For all, you've plundered and devoured
But in me, hope sprout
News they now speak about
For in me, you are no more.
Fifty years ago today
an attack was well underway
On Yom Kippur, October 6
Israel was in a fix
Egypt had invaded the Sinai
Syrians climbed down the Golan Heights
Arabs sought to recapture land
which they regarded as theirs 'by rights'
Three weeks later, Israel was up off her heels
at the gates of Cairo and Damascus
troops ready to seal the deal
But the US said No! Israel had to go
back to the preexisting status quo
2,400 died in defense of their nation
as Israel began to grow impatient
with their supposed Allies in the West
When on your holiest day, your enemies attack
Why should you give what you captured back
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The 2,412 soldiers who died comprised 1% of
Israel's Jewish population in 1973. A comparable
figure would be 300,000 American soldiers dying
in a four-week war in 1973.
I’m sorry, honey.
O.K. I accept your apology.
No, wait. Hold on.
What is it?
I mean it. I'm really sorry.
Are you?
Yes, I am.
How would I know?
I’ve thought about what I’ve done.
That’s it?
And I’m never going to do it again
Even if you find yourself in the same situation?
Yes, even then. … I'm determined to overcome my baser instincts!
Even if there's no one there to catch you transgressing?
Yes. Even if I'm by myself.
Then you really are sorry.
And ashamed of myself, before God, for letting you down, honey.
Thank you. I accept your apology now whole-heartedly.
Let's go to synagogue now. Let us praise God and ask for His forgiveness, that we may atone for all of our sins...
700 Jews dead on the latest Holy Day
50 years to the day since the Yom Kippur Fray
Hamas celebrations to be short-lived
as Israel now lowers the boom
Hamas' fighters and Palestinian pawns
left holding the broom --
by 'brave' Iran, which oils Hamas' terror machine
then slinks away, the Mullahs' skirts kept spotless clean
Not to mention Russia and Vladimir Putin
who coordinated and sanctioned all this
welcoming Iran & Hamas to the Kremlin
for a deal-sealing handshake and kiss*
Yes, the finger points directly at Mr. Putin, and rightly so
~ as all but US 'intelligence' and President Joe already know
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*Exhibit 'A:' Not one American news source reported Hamas'
recent meeting with Mr. Putin in the Kremlin. Not one...
perhaps because Russia has been controlling the Middle East
ever since Mr. Obama 'reset' America's foreign policy in 2009,
unraveling the strong US influence in the M-E, maintained for
49 years, from Nixon's Presidency through that of Bush Jr.
Dear Robert
I'm enclosing the warranty
for your shaver In case
anything should happen
I've circled the address
where to bring it
Dad still isn't feeling
well and is going
this week to the doctor I can't
imagine
what can be wrong -
but I'm really getting concerned
Oh!
by the way
did you mail
that letter
to the bank
I hope
so
Today
we are going to a wake
for Phyllis Spina.
She died
on Saturday -
acute leukemia.
Your brothers are fine
they're off -
Yom Kippur
All else is
okay Love
Mom
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
No matter yours truly an atheist,
I consider myself fascinated with my ancestry
x cited regarding: upcoming
Jewish holiday fast approaching
by the bewitching hour which doth hold key
to Chamber Of Secrets to – me
analogous being Sorcerer's Apprentice
as you will read and see,
though impossible mission
to proffer extensive family tree.
Courtesy of Google, this grown man
linkedin with tribes of Zion
indulged curiosity of mine
proudly harkens, (particularly
as he doth accumulate orbitz around the sun)
from Semitic ancestral line
surrounded by Jewish community
(countless years ago,
when we called Penn Valley
our place of residence)
off a street that arches
(like Noah’s bow sprint)
and named Woodbine.
Yet, he knows virtually nothing
about Jewish History
lets inquisitiveness wander
as a descendent from the “Lost Tribes Of Israel”
pondering how his life would be lived
if baptized in customs, faith, and religion
considered one of the oldest codified paradigms.
The first of the High Holy Days
or Yamim Nora'im ("Days of Awe")
celebrated on the first two days of Tishrei
the first day of the seventh month as "Zikhron Teru'ah"
("A memorial with the blowing of horns").
Rosh Hashanah is described as "the day of judgment"
(Yom ha-Din) and "the day of remembrance"
(Yom ha-Zikkaron)
occurs 163 days after the first day of Passover (Pesach)
beginning of Rosh Hashanah
at sundown at the end of 29 Elul.
The evening before Rosh Hashanah day is known
as Erev Rosh Hashanah ("Rosh Hashanah eve").
On Rosh Hashanah day,
religious poems, called piyyuttim,
are added to the regular services.
A special prayer book,
the Mahzor is used
on Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur.
This sacred day, the horn doth blow to chauffeur
(two precious daughters
now grown and autonomous
didst long since exit and escape
parental basket of deplorables,
where freedon beckoned,
when age of consent attained
exited out front door)
marginally linkedin with historical past
replete with tantalizing lore
where legions of commandments pour
and more relevant than ever
as global tempests roar
atrocity diminishing Hebraic peoples
courtesy incessant pograms and war.
In Jerusalem's Holy Temple
the High Priest entered
the Holy-of-Holies once a year
on that Holiest of Days, Yom Kippur
From the top of his exotic, oriental turban
dressed for the occasion was he
Dazzling gems on a breastplate of gold
bells ringing from his cloak for you and me...
...to know when he'd entered to beseech of the Lord
forgiveness and pardon for every Jew's sins
Uttering the Name of the Ineffable One ~
a most solemn proposition
And though dressed for the occasion was he
how humbling to stand, as if naked, in front of God Who
had custom-stitched every inch of his garments ~
commanded him on Yom Kippur what he should do
The word for 'sin' in Hebrew's 'chayt'*
The dictionary says, but wait --
It really doesn't mean 'to sin'
That meaning is a bit of spin....
'Chayt' really means (to) miss the mark
You take your best shot 'in the dark'
Aim high, so if your aim's not true
To miss the mark's still good for you
So when your 'klop al-chayt' in Schule**
Remember this uplifting rule
If you feel sad Yom Kippur Day***
Your best God surely will repay
~ Iambic Tetrameter ~
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*'chayt' rhymes with 'wait' and is pronounced with the guttural 'ch,' not like the 'ch' in 'chair
**'klop al-chayt' in Schule means to pound your chest/beat your breast in Synagogue (on Yom Kippur)
***Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement, is the Holiest Day of the Jewish Year. Jews fast for 25+ hours and are in synagogue most of the previous evening and that Day, praying for atonement and a merciful final judgment for the coming year, 5780.
Here I stand, a godless monk
Without account, my soul is sunk.
My name won’t make the Book of Life
’Cause I’ve been such a cruel ex-wife.
I cursed you in a thousand ways
(There’s been no “high” in holidays.)
The one with whom anew you’d start:
I wished she’d crush your faithless heart.
I hoped in Leadville the spill you’d take
Would leave your back with chronic ache.
A gleeful anticipation would start to thrive
While imagining you cut a wire live.
So, here’s my prayer, albeit unholy:
I wish my thoughts were a bit less lowly.
If I can’t be good, at least I hope to find God
So I can achieve a peaceful facade.
Though rage may be slow to subside,
This year I hope to turn the tide.
While never shall I wish you well
Next year, no longer I’ll hope you in hell.