We traverse life seeking coloured feathers
desire silk gowns like fools dancing around
sand grains become ashes spoiling heather
stand we sapped witnesses to contexts found
Halfway we perceive abundant date palms
recall that we are here to live as whole
Almighty requesting kindness and alms
pass infernos with ignorant blind moles
Banish states of limbo lust and deceit
masses of souls circling as if in traps
immoderate are actions though seem neat
wade not in oblivion, find due maps
piano frequencies in harmonies
you will perceive, rejoicing amid ease
Purim summons up images of clowns
merrymaking, painting the town
Costumes galore, theatrical skits
singing, dancing to the music and more…
2,490 years ago Jews trembled in their boots
a sword suspended over their heads
Expecting by what is now Purim
to wake up stone cold dead
Saved at the last moment by Esther their queen
the whole thing seems a faraway dream
Yet of a sudden – Today – in the land of date-palms
Iran hits the Jews with missiles and bombs
We Israelis * may not have an Esther
But we believe in God with all of our heart
We stand together, brothers and sisters in arms
~ Bent but not broken, Iran can never tear us apart
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*I am an Israeli citizen as well as a citizen of the USA.
my palms are pink
heart line
head line
life line
lucky bracelets circle my wrists
giant mystic cross appears on fleshiest part
I am intrigued
get out my palmistry book
to give myself a reading
Island
Soft sand beaches touch the rolling aqua waves
Dense grove of coconut palms reach for the sky
Bury a metaphor
— resurrection assured
(The New Room: April, 2025)
Palm branches waving,
symbolizing the coming
of eternal love:-
Kentia palms catch a breeze
And sway gently in their rows;
This verdant sanctuary
Comforts me like the psalms.
I amble slowly between them -
My head tapped by the fronds.
I feel the warmth of the sun;
The fresh air fills my lungs.
A kintsugi pot rests on pebbles -
Beautiful but defiant.
Gold sealed up the fissures -
Reminding me of who I am.
Blowing you a cherry kiss
From 3000 miles away
Know you are adored and missed
As the palms sway
Feeling your masculinity
In every winged word you say
Drowning in your denim divinity
As the palms sway
Leaving all indigo inhibitions
Like a child at peach play
Pure love amber ammunition
As the palms sway
Let rainbows paint my soul
As yellow you brighten my day
And lighten my heart of gold
As the palms sway
While sand caresses your toes
And thoughts are in outer space
My hands in green grass that grows
As the palms sway
Like a red kite you fly me
In breeze at dock of the bay
My love don’t deny me
As the palms sway
Say that you will be mine
Sweetheart don’t make me wait
To taste your love like white wine
As the palms sway
Sing me the Song of Solomon
Recite red psalms and purple pray
Come to me sweet olive man
As the palms sway
We have yet to meet
Yet we are of the same faith
Let us silver seek divine destiny
As the palms sway
Palm trees stand up strong
Admiring beauty around.
Ladies of the seas,
Models for cute scenery,
Struck by wild winds ~they're fighters~
For so long, I wondered my life ‘neath the palms
A tropical climax to gild golden years
Each breeze would embellish my thoughts in the sun
I never imagined a context of tears
Though beauty surrounds me in floral bouquet
In hues that are married to sunset and wine
I can’t help but ponder the path I have taken
When leaving behind everything that was mine
The memories are haunting as life lies before me
Still promising sunshine and skies always blue
But nowhere do catalogs count what is missing
Not even the sunrise through palm trees will do
Well, yes I could pack up and sail away homesick
And try and go back to the life that I knew
I guess I am living just what I was promised
I’m certainly having a day that is blue
Every now and again, that old homesick bug bites!
I am hurt.
Not by you,
by what you didn't do.
I am mad.
Not because of you,
Because of how I felt when I was with you.
I am sad.
Not because I lost you,
Because I lost my dreams with you.
I love you
But I love the idea of you more.
rain taunted the mood
one drop at a time
like sand through the hourglass
no snow in no man’s land
only poured out
on top of decrepit heads
with expectations over
said heads
it’s snowing too deep
my knees are weak
where is the honor
of contentment
when buried six feet under
the flood…
I float above the fray
holding my hands out
as oil fills my cups -
my palms wounded in battle,
H I S
I’m forever HIS
I am content
oil and water don’t mix
the Holy Spirit wins
Falling from an architect's malleable beacon, entranced by the glow of bold insight,
a dream but a fiction so seamlessly seeming but a fraction of semblance to ones own light.
In the sea is a swelling, a voluptuous wisdom, a grain of the planes a boulder in sand,
what is spoken is maybe a tempestuous spell, and in gleaning a tale that nothing was said.
I loathe to be flightless and melded with soil, of covetous isles I'm born to be dammed,
I'm stranded and sailing, I'm choking on breath, and watching the ending to see where it began.
Was the glass made to seek us or our trail home, on the tempest we'll ride and if one of us lasts,
will the solitude bring meaning or falter the truth that has already found us in life and in death.
Every hand tells a story
life's adventures inscribed on palms
Lines of wisdom, hints of psalms
Yet destiny wears out her rhymes
on riverbanks of sorrow
Dreams not lent nor borrowed
Do you ever wish you'd never been born?
Never again?
Do I play a role in your misery?
Or, did our paths cross to confirm inevitable suffering?
I'm weak and addicted.
Mayonnaise brain.
Unfiltered rants that indulge self hate.
Pushing the limits.
I don't want to be what I created.
Seem is adjacent.
No satisfaction.
Coincidence is comfortable in the simile of simplicity.
Just one second and we fall.
Gravity is there. I accepted whatever outcome
Without a breath of consequence.
Never again.
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