It was the syrup of reviving spirit not only in Greece and Rome.
It created the poetic spring, flowing through the furrows of Omar Khayyam.
Rhythms of the harvest dance in barrels echoed within the bottles.
A cup of wine produced a Nebuchadnezzar of warm vibes.
It transformed a nebbish, inspired even the necropolis.
A psychosomatic solution.
Man was fine with wine.
The old drink of poetry is poisonous today.
Its red hue is like a warning sign of the toxic spray in the vineyard.
It, too, has lost its purity with humanity.
First published in The Literary Hatchet (issue#28).
Categories:
nebbish, drink,
Form: Free verse
Whatever happened to breakfast, lamented French Toast
People love me, gushing with syrup, I used to boast
But now my brand is flat as a pancake
~ as popular as a post-Halloween ghost
A dozen eggs beat back tears as they sat in a box
while patrons flocked toward the cream cheese and lox
Once a staple of a sound start to the day
~ now bagels and doughnuts hold sway
There there's whole milk and butter
lovingly culled from Betsy's best utter
Given way to that nebbish 'skim milk' and oily margarine
~ at their pale appearance I just shudder
But at least I pack my children a solid lunch ~
Peanut butter sandwich, corn chips, and twinkies to munch
Categories:
nebbish, food, humor, loss, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme
The cry rings out, "Man will go to Mars!"
But who will heal my last affair's scars?
Soon man will return to the moon
Yet will I find true love this June?
We can now make meatless burgers so tasty
Can I for once not commit to a nebbish so hasty?
We've created artificial intelligence and life
Will a good man see in me a good wife?
Categories:
nebbish, love, relationship, science,
Form: Rhyme
My own incipient awareness caught me by surprise,
I figured I knew nothing about anything, like so many of my generation
Fed on a diet of fast TV, fast food but slow thinking
Imagine my surprise when I could converse about the unconversable
I’d always been lazy, that why bother? attitude
Now I’ve moved on to “let’s chatter, let’s natter, let’s do it”
Having an opinion on something, it’s quite new to me
New to others too, who knew. Who knew?
It must have happened overnight, only I know that it didn’t
It’s been brewing now for so long, drip, drip, dripping before forming words
And listen to me, I want to be heard!
So, I don’t have much to say but you know what? I’m gonna say it
Of course for the most it’s plain old sciolism
A pretence, a farce but I know most of the incumbent ears are deaf to me
A yen for others to sit up and take notice of something not worth noticing
I think I’m going to talk myself out of it again
Be quiet, shhh, no-one wants to hear me, an ineffectual nebbish,
Sit and say nothing, that’s it that’s the style
Smile sweetly, opinionless, witless, lifeless
That’s the way we do it ‘round here
Categories:
nebbish, confusion, people, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
Inner pains of Nebbish fool
all his life
he just wasn't cool
Taking to the joint
Relieving with the chronic
Such a sucker 36
Nothing that a little high won't fix
The world has done him -UCKING WRONG
As he ages and sings the same damn song
He cannot create in such a timid state
Life has marked him with swastika hate
feel good Charlie cannot fight back
time to let go
DEATH BY A HEART ATTACK!!
Categories:
nebbish, introspection, loss, people,
Form: I do not know?