Short Synagogue Poems
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He opened the book
In Isaiah he looked
And then, proclaimed the word-
All the synagogue heard,
His prophetic watchword
Full story @ Luke 4:16-21
Another forty-eight hour holiday
Eat, drink, sleep, go to synagogue and pray
Consume piles of meat
And desserts oh-so-sweet
I'll start my diet tomorrow, OK?
Frog Who Hugged a Synagogue
Minora candles were on long log,
Had been found by famous frog;
Cream of crop;
Liked to hop;
Did drank grog in a synagogue
Jim Horn
Man of hate attacks
The Lord's holiest temple
Faithful's soul depart!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
29 October 2018
* Dedicated to the eleven victims of Pittsburg synagogue shooting .
God bless their souls!
When Kermit the Frog
Found love at his synagogue
It was unexpected
How instantly they connected
Posing right next to Twiggy
The lovely Miss Piggy
Strategically waved her doily
Batting her eyelashes coyly
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Left the Synagogue
Went to Simons house
His Mother-in Law
Had a high fever
Jesus rebuked it
The people came
With much sickness
He layed his hands
And healed them all
Demons left
They shouted
Son of God
My Love
My Life
Healed
When I met him
his hair was grey
And his wisdom shone forth
like a beacon
He knew that Shabbes
is an important
part of Judaism
He palyed guitar
and led us in prayer
He loved his family, his synagogue, his church
Gone from the Earth
Rabbi Harold Smith
Take your gun to a place of worship
And take the lives of 11 people
Whose crime that day
Was to worship God at a synagogue
Hold the police off until you are trapped
Then give yourself up
When they ask you why
You say in your best voice
All these Jews need to die.
© Paul Warren Poetry
The Sabbath comes in so soon
Unlike lazy Fridays in June
A light lunch, say grace, turn around
The sun on it's way out of town
A long night is a gift for sleeping
Sabbath rest, all of us keeping
But once again, short is the day
Synagogue, meal and snooze ~
~ Goodbye, Saturday
God Help Us When Afraid
God help us, when we became afraid;
Through problems and fears will wade;
Experience sorrow,
Today and tomorrow,
Caused by sinners who have strayed.
Jim Horn
More people harmed in a synagogue
in Pittsburg. More to worry about.
Bauer obviously is German and may
be of Jewish ancestry. Another hate
crime.
Students drop by
and hand in their papers
Chinese, Blacks, Israelis, Moslems
The job is interesting but does not pay well
Still, after years of telephone sales
it is a blessing
working with people of different cultures
I miss my woman of a different culture
Still - I will head to
synagogue on Friday
AS ALWAYS
We must not drink or eat
Absolutely nothing to drink or eat, I repeat
Forget sex, there’s no holding hands
Even a peck on the cheek is banned
As for washing, bathing, or showering
Maybe a maybe, if one's odor is overpowering
All of this, and Yom Kippur is called a holiday
~ Easy to see why the whole day in synagogue we pray!
The other day in synagogue
I thought to myself
there isn't any God
What am I doing here?
But I stayed anyway
Let me explain why:
I - and many of you out there in
the darkness are
addicted to writing verse
Poetry cannot be explained by reason alone
Where does it come from?
A whisper in the breeze
can tell you that
Write on, friends!
Take your pick
Jihadi attack on a synagogue here
A college campus, or night club there
Or maybe even a spontaneous bombing
Of an organized protest about the very threat
Such a bombing so clearly proves.
Each day you have your pick,
Freedom of speech you might say
Now morphed into freedom of murder,
Each of us free to choose
Where we come down
In the endless war on terror.
(3/12/26)
{Hey, Where'd My Audience Go?}
Broke, Julie became a sexy stripper
Soon her bank account was pretty chipper
Her boyfriend treated her well
Then they moved to Israel
Julie's first performance was Yom Kippur
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Note: Yom Kippur is the Holiest Day of the
Jewish year. Over 90% of Israelis are in
synagogue and fasting on Yom Kippur
night and day.
For you there was new epoch
beyond the synagogue
when in religious solemnity
you converted to Christianity.
You wanted to support
King and the Church
but you were also open
for political change.
Your trophy was not only
in your political philosophy
equal with propaganda
and your satires
on profligate oligarchy,
sectarianism, collusion,
of the Ministers
and their illustrious illusion.
In the world's biggest collection
of pogs, there is not one pog
As beautiful as my dog
Nor has there ever been a hog
As beautiful as my dog
Nor e'er a frog upon its log
Not even its youngest pollywog
As comely as my dog.
And so I make my dog eggnog
I write about her in my blog
I take her with me when I jog
Drunk on grog, all agog,
Lost in fog, slipped a cog,
I snuck into the synagogue
With my beautiful dog.
When I read scripture,
pass by a temple,
synagogue or church,
a public meeting space,
a sacred nightly pub place,
Do I look first for what God hates,
or why and how and when and where S/He loves?
Do I look for reasons
to explode more profitable secular bullets
or focus in on seasons
regathering His/Her sacred synergetic ballast,
resilient resident ballots cast
for EarthTribe's long-term happier healthier wealth?
A young musician who played the blues
Was told he had to pay his dues
So he went to a synagogue with his pay
And thought that he could pay that way.
The rabbi said “you silly fool
What you’re doing isn’t cool
Instead of paying Jews
You’re supposed to pay your dues”.
The young musician was quite apologetic
As the rabbi bordered on the apoplectic
Never again will he make this mistake
Or was it all just a piss-take?
Yours was the crown of the Synagogue
after you converted to Catholicism
for living Christianity
is the fulfillment of the promise.
Christianity presupposes the Synagogue
and a vision of Jesus you had
opened your mind and your heart.
Yours was the wisdom and smartness
as you became the doctorate professor of philosophy -
Chief rabbi, for you Synagogue,
which was the promise
and Christianity cannot exist without the other.
Now why weepest thou, O my heavy crestfallen soul?
Visions of pure agony hast cast thou into a deep trance
For the synagogue of Satan sits in the valley of Eschol,
and Jesus Christ, the King of Zion, they do not romance
The doctrines of Baal they've greedily swallowed whole,
as songs of salvation aren't accompanied with a holy dance
The grapes of Eschol will turn into the grapes of wrath:
See the road to New Jerusalem revealed as a fiery path
The koala's spiritual beliefs
Are difficult to assess.
He attends no mosque or synagogue
And never does confess.
He's not a cannibal and so
Communion is appalling,
And as for gospel singing,
It's just so much caterwauling.
I suppose he's an agnostic,
Yet he often stops and ponders
The reason for this universe
And all its many wonders.
And so we must be satisfied
With this insight that's been slipped us,
While he goes back to being cute
And munching eucalyptus.
Students asked if they were Jewish going into University lectures. Synagogue fire bombed. This is Australia and we don’t allow this to occur!!
Antisemitism
Children cut out of line
Being Jewish is their crime
Forced segregation is now the game
How long before cloth stars are warn in shame
Synagogue fires burn in the night
Cowards torch and run is their might
How long before the chimneys grow
Belching black smoke and ash as the wind blows
© Paul Warren Poetry
The shofar fills the synagogue
With sounds which once were heard
On ancient plains, where ancestors
Were possibly interred.
Each Rosh Hashanah, patiently,
I wait to hear those notes
Come pouring through the twisted horns
Of sacrificial goats.
Those resonating plaintive blares
Both echo and resound,
Reminding us another year
Has somehow rolled around.
I’m not at all religious
But just once a year I go
To a temple where I’ll get to hear
That mournful shofar blow.