Four cups of wine, to
remember the events of the night
Passover, Passover, Pass out ~
matzo absorbs, but not ‘til daylight
Diving deep in the pond of the sub-consciousness
I die every night, you die every night too
This is our way of rejuvenating the body
This may sound crazy, eerily or even spooky,
However, this is absolutely or definitely true
Our body makes a special trip to correct the mess
Which takes place from a certain time to the other
We die every night to pay a visit to another crater.
We die every night, if we're blessed, fortunate or lucky
We return to our natural living state, feeling rested
God in his divine and genial way created us that way
That's a given, we have no alternative; no other way
To change things. Sleep deep tonight, die slowly and lightly
Hoping that we'll wake-up the next hours alive and resuscitated.
Drowning in a slow sleep is a gift, die a little tonight
God will not keep us. This is wonderful; this is out of sight.
Copyright © August 26, 2016 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Passover Passover Pass out
What’s all the commotion about
Those four cups of wine
My eyes don’t align
Passover Passover Pass out
* * * *
The first night of Passover --
outside of Israel, the first two
nights -- Jewish law requires
that one over age 13 drink
four cups of wine. Those who
are strict do not substitute
grape juice. (I do ~ Mr. Stricken)
Shower
Half hour
Teeth clean
No green
Paint nails
Smudge fail
Broke nail
More fail
Cold air
Leg wear
Jeans tight
Won fight
Done in
Drink gin
Room spin
Less gin
Rave shout
Turn out
Dance moves
Bad grooves
Dance bump
With Trump
Not him
Was Jim
More drink
Can't think
I cry
Oh why?
Booze talk
Can't walk
Night gone
All worn
Go home
With gnome
Feel sick
Move quick
Pass out
Snore pout
Sleep tight
Night Night
08.09.20
There I was in my early twenties
which was years ago I know
standing waiting for my lift
for to work I was to go
Then I felt sick in my tum
within moments was on the deck
not knowing where I was
feeling like a real wreck
A lady from shop nearby
glass of water she brought
that helped me to come to
before ambulance came on the spot
To hospital now on the way
arrived to get full check up
doctor said I had passed out
I had still years left in my cup!
Examination proved I was ok
what a relief there was no doubt
this can happen they say
nothing to worry about
So off home I go
ambulance took me there
it's never happened again
glad it's been so rare
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