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God Only Knows

Brian died
taking
part of me
with him

The part
that he
lent me
in 1966

Brian died
and the
colors
diminished

The notes
out of rhythm
and time
— left unmixed

(Pet Sounds-Ocean City N.J.: July, 1966)

Faith Strengthened

   To the hell of Theresienstadt transported
     all hope for freedom aborted

   Rabbi Shmuel Goldin understood what awaited
     a life of forced labor now fated

   Led into his barracks, which Jews shared with rats
     Reb Shmuel sat on his bed, removing his hat

   When what caught his eye, but a makeshift sign
     which strengthened his faith in his people divine

   For on a hidden door as he sat on his bed
     these words Shmuel read and reread:

   'This is none other than the House of G-d
     and this, the Gateway to Heaven.' (Genesis 28:17)

   "Surely," he cried, "no Jew may despair
     as long as he breathes G-d's holy air.  



   ________________________________________
   Based on a story heard from Rabbi Dr. Jonathan 
   Schwartz, the Rabbi of Congregation Adath Yisroel, 
   Elizabeth, NJ, youtube.com, 'Unity' - Not Agree-
   ment, Parshas Vayetze, Nov. 23, 2023.

Nj and Ny

a thunder
from here I am
going where you are.......can you hear me?

Sunflower

sun kissed golden face
                         outstretched arms with alms and grace
                                 prayers of peace embrace








Published in "The Journal", late summer issue 2022
(The Journal is a publication for the Upper Delaware River Region, serving Pa., N.J. and N.Y.)

Dry Stone Wall

Premiered at The Red Wheelbarrow Comedy Roost, 
Marlton , NJ – 6/18/2009	                 

ACT 1

Birmingham Grace
Dark Stockings 
Muse
Same Drop of Rain
In Other Words
Blacksmith’s Lament

ACT 2

Silhouette
Oral Sex
Silent Siren
Dangerous Cargo
All I Can Do
Sleeping
Dreaming of You
Beaumains in the Wilderness

ACT 3

Indian Summer
David and Bathsheba
Pennsylvania Fieldstone
Common Law Proposal
Somethin’ Right

When the World Is Safe Again

When the World is Safe Again
           
Each breaking day as I awake
I ask my God in His good grace
To simply let me hold my place
Until the world is safe again

For now we have to wear our mask
So we can all complete the task
Of staying safe and out of harm
Until the world is safe again

I am sure the day will dawn
When each of us can be reborn
And hold our loved ones close once more
When the world is safe again

Loneliness can steal our song
It’s just a case of staying strong
This Covid nightmare will be gone
When the world is safe again

With the healing vaccine at our door
This awful plague should be no more
And each of us can then rejoice
When the world is safe again

Then we all will give our thanks
To all of those who held their ranks
And fought to keep us free from pain 
When the world is safe again

Michael Hoban, Ph.D. – Professor Emeritus, City U of NY
profhoban@msn.com - Lakewood, NJ - January 21, 2021

Sky Hooks

SKYHOOKS

They pulled me up when 
I was mired in a quagmire
of rules and regulations,
and helped me parry
the thrust of a bayonet
in the heat of a battle 
we never could win.
They showed me the path 
to everlasting love
when no one believed 
it could ever endure.
They guided my heart
on how to grow old
as nothing but a pile of dust.
Skyhooks can’t be seen
or touched, but they’re there
as sure as the nose on your face.

                  Milton P. Ehrlich 199 Christie St. Leonia, N.J. 07605
                  Biffman2002@gmail.com

Panic

Grovers Mill NJ,  30 October 1938

Bright blue flashes in the nighttime sky
a copper cylinder
lands slowly in a field
a hatch opens
and an octopus-like creature emerges

The martians have landed !

Metallic manta rays
heat-ray armed
with power unimaginable
float through the city
destroy everything in their path

Panic ensues !

Police helpless
army tries bullets and bombs to no avail
FDR speaks words of calm
but people flee chaotically
not knowing where to go

Hello, this is Orson Wells speaking.I hope you enjoyed our halloween radio production of H. G. Wells War of the Worlds.

Sound familiar?

Four Firm Tomatoes

Four firm tomatoes
left on the kitchen counter-
that's all you left me.

I watched you drive away
headed for Rahway NJ.

Nothing would ever be 
the same. Yesterday,
my landlord, Mr. Moanaster
came by to tell me how
all would be alright.

I want to say:
What do you no anyway?
I want to toss him in the street
along with the other 
pile of junk out front.

Instead I give a slight smile
and a resigned nod-

Invite him in.
Together we sit in silence
eating our tomatoes.

Halloween Trick Or Sleep

(Somewhere off the highway of the mind)


Dr. Incubator takes his chances in a trance
A transcendental state of NJ is where he lives
Each time he goes a little deeper into sleep
The heart rate slows but never stops complete
Speed limits never bother him while driving
90 miles per hour and rising on the highway

One sunny after afternoon in late October
Around the stroke of Halloween or later
While driving through the traffic signals blindly
Wind blowing in his scientific terrific hair
He takes a nap while cruising through his mind
A neighborhood that has no streets or signs

The tombstone epitaph would read like this
Here lies the master of deep sleep at rest
A man with fancy cars and perfect hair
Taking sharp curves while traveling fast
Lost in New Jersey in a transcendental state
Now six feet under in a simple wooden box
When all he wanted was a nap
Or at least a decent map


Poetry Contest sponsored by: Brian Strand
Posted and entered on: 10/12/2018
OCTOBER no2 2018,ANY FORM,ANY THEME,UPTO A MAX OF 20 lines Poetry

At Any Rate, It Was Fast Moving

Driving home for a visit long overdue
 along the NJ turnpike, the Delaware, straight away I flew,
down to Baltimore once more while leaning on the horn
 scenery consistent and familiar with the road weather worn.

The exits looked unfamiliar, tolls now increased and gained
 the road a little wider than before, the tally upward of insane
and backed up to the tolls and bridges - a bevy of traffic
 causing wonder, what, where, when, why spoke vocal graphics.

Then three hours in I finally spied
 the exit missed, in my surprise, I cried, 
I ached from the journey, the drawn out highway slide
 back tracking, at last, I again became home fried.

At any rate, there was the house at last
 and out of the car I hurried fast,
greeted at the door, we hugged, we laughed
 watching my parked car slide down the driveway path.

The short visit planned was now an extender
 bumper and car creating a fender bender.
At any rate, there it was, fast moving, 
 speeding car, driver and insurance disapproving.




Julia Ward's contest - At any rate, it was fast moving

Summer Sails

Clouds floating on a celestial sea,
                                  headed for exotic places, beyond imagination,
                                                  drifting aimlessly.

                                    Their lofty sails puffed like pillows,
                                               catch the wily wind,
                                         that gently poses and billows.

                                       Slowly, transforming, creating a disguise,
                                             becoming cats and rabbits, 
                                                 and dragons that fly.

                                  Stealthy and reticent, helmed at a steady pace,
                                    the sun in the east, the wind at their back,
                                              sailing, in beauty and grace.



Title revised on June 10, 2022: "Summer Sails"
Published in "The Journal", Early Summer edition 2022
("The Journal"is a publication serving Upper Delaware Region, Pa,, N.J. and N.Y.)

Cyberlove

CYBERLOVE
Through time and space, you've come and found me here,
at first I guessed that you were only dreams,
that come and go, so far away, yet near,
and in a time where nothings as it seems.

Too much of you fell on me from the start,
from out of night, where winds of love are blown,
deep in another time, as if a part,
of all I've ever been and ever known.

Deep in a candle flame, that burning sight,
I feel you near, across the universe,
and touch your love, bounced from a satellite,
and make of you my blessing and my curse.

No matter--you've become my love again,
from out of cyberspace, where you have been.

© Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet aka Ron Wilson
Fort Dix, NJ

Runaway Wheeling Hound

A hound bus in the maintenance garage
But it was the thief thinking in his own barrage
When the workers weren’t around
The Thief stole the bus without making any sound
The Hound’s slogan, “Leave the Driving to us”
The Thief’s slogan, “Steal the Hound Bus being a must”
That is just what happened
Hound bus 7888 was driven from the yard onto New Jersey Turnpike
I-95 bound for anywhere
The Thief’s thought, I-95 was my escape route with no jive
Yet Helicopter Newscast were reporting high above I-95
The Hound bus was chased entire length of the turnpike
But if the NJ Turnpike Police don’t act quick, the Hound Bus could cross the Pennsylvania state line
The Thief knew how to drive that Hound bus, I guess in his prior life, the Thief was part of the company’s us
Yet the chase continued to go on, but not until the Hound bus ran out of gas
The Thief’s driving fast that didn’t last
Well the Thief forgot the gas tank up
The Thief became his own Maxwell house to a finished cup
A Hound bus having its own bite in crime
But justice was served with the Thief doing time.

The Boys Who Would Be King

THE BOYS WHO WOULD BE KING
by Ron Arbuthnot
Dear Prince, I've dreamt your crown sets on my head,
Like many USA boys, in our prime
Not fantasy, but stuff of dreams, instead,
So we could shape the world and in our time;

So we could lead the dreamers in their quest
For God's Divinity, that sweetness for the soul,
For Goodness, Mercy, Hope, and all the rest
Of qualities that make life's worthy goal.

W've loved your Mother, as we know she's you,
And hands you down, these matters from her past,
To show mankind, that love alone can do,
Not very much without what makes a love to last.   

Yes, I have dreamt I'd wear your crown one day,
In stuff of dreams, that God will bring your way.
                    God Save the Queen
                       God Save the King
Prince Charles Prince of Wales
Prince William Duke of Caimbridge
Ron Arbuthnot aka
Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Fort Dix, McGuire AFB NJ The Colonies

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