Winter War Poems

Q:  Who actually begins the Gog and Magog war in Ezekiel 38:1-3

A:  The word of the Lord came to me. "Son of Man,...

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The
Pyramid
Of purple topped
Turnips takes me instantly
Into the memory of lifetime past
In which a brutal winter's cold caused
Such scarcity that purple-topped turnips were
All the children had...

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She has yet to hear the screaming, this new child of my child;
the news of angry wars, pumped out, merely ambient background.

Too soon, tablet in...

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leaves of every color
as autumn turns toward winter 
again no peace on earth

again no peace on earth 
as autumn turns toward winter
leaves of every color...

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In poverty's desperation
She finds the old organ
Where it's stored under the stair.

It belongs to the man who is gone
Leaving her and his children alone,
This cold...

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The seasons pay no mind to war
As summer sun fades into fall,
And winter wind raps on the door.

Falling leaves create a caul
For sleeping seed beneath...

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Imagine a long Winter of wars -
Multitudes of people on all fours,
Hiding under tables by the scores.
Ice cold instability.

Head-tilting species, in disbelief.
Poor bowls are empty,...

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“I Tried My Best”

At your request
I tried my best 
To pen a poem.

I tried to write. 
A happy poem
Full of hope, trust, and tranquility,
But Anger...

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7th October, 2023. Israel.


“Shabbat Mourning” 

the War commenced 
with morning, rudely awakened,
unrest.

some say,
it has arrived, 
the biblical Apocalypse. 

some say,
not war, just another 
haggling loose...

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The territorial aspirations of the dictators
change in the course of aggressive adventure,
the geopolitical scenario through regional conflicts,
with the dreadful potential of global escalation.

Though the cold...

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Dreams I have while sleeping
I sometimes wake up weeping 
Maybe times past 
They come at me so fast
Maybe times yet to see
All these things that...

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Under the blankets scared
I was, listening to the shooting
awake for days, without closing my eyes.
Under the bed,  under my feathers.
With no wings to be...

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When December hit on that one beautiful Sunday it snowed.
Children were quite perplexed , adults too seemed excited.
It was the day marked in the calendar...

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Happy

Being happy not
True and is false or
Is a mist of clouds...

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