A Beautiful Collection
Artistic. Brilliant colours. Dainty embroidery.
Fragile golden hues in jewelled kaftans.
Light multicoloured needlework on patchwork quilts.
Rich silken tapestries
Unusual vestments with xstitching. Yarmulke & Zucchetto.
Welcome to a world, so iced!
To another Auschwitz coming to life.
I want to scream and holler, when a
Jewish life means far less than a dollar.
Where synagogues are set afire!
And a Jew wearing a Yarmulke, is
beaten and left to holler!
In America, not just Israel, Jews are
considered less than human??
By the ignorant and hateful,who
live in race based filled brain squalor.
Christians are not free from hate!!
Meaning, you are loathed as well.
I can't even count their beheaded
numbers in Middle Eastern Hell.
Yes, this poem is not about lavender
and lace!
But it one about current hate, that is
openly in our face!
What will you do to make a difference?
Wake others~use your pen to save your
fellow man.
We cannot have Auschwitz ever again!
5/26/2021
A Wondering What to Write......
a wondering
at what to write was I,
really pondering
at my station,
of trying to push on through
a thing that all scribblers hate;
a writers-block of all things.
no what, when or where
not a skerrick from me pen;
all inspirations gone Kaput!
only naught, not a thing, zilch!
really nothing to inspire the urge
in order
to let letters, flow accordingly.
then;
in a flash of sheer brilliance,
it’s back to basics go!
for if I were to be a great poet so
of some description,
and free from inhibitions be,
I would describe my feelings so
in a highly imaginative way.
or if I was a troubadour;
from my pen would come
lines of love in a lyrical sense.
then again you see;
even a sonnet spinner I would be
of fourteen lines laid poetic down
would do for me.
suddenly!
right there;
there is hope in the air
of becoming a yarn spinner of note,
of weaving and rambling on with quotes,
‘bout tall tales of distant pasts
with a yarmulke on me head.
So here was I my friend
a wondering what to write….
Francis Cooper - Mac
as not you with yarmulke
delivering yogurts past the age of curdle
what you asked from me a cuddle
as in a tent you phantom
I'll be drooling for thank you
your mistake
as many tests show will be a park ranger
to deliver needles clean the life of certain
as a choice and not sunday school
waiting in line every saturday for chicken
but the rest of the week peanut butter
to cajoled an heart and a pee
I wish I had a dick to tell you all
and if my dog take a leak on a fire hydrant
no thanks to you
my camp close to the loonies
as discharged not to clog the jail
I kept them quiet at night
with sing song a lullaby
and one two three may be a tree
get your broom to make it clean
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