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Best Poems Written by Jesse Wood

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Moneylender (Poem Based On Shylock; a Character From Merchant of Venice)

Moneylender 

You were rejected by your fellow man
A pound of flesh to heal your wounded pride
A just reward for squelching on a loan

Your hatred toward these men-- I understand
Burns deeply in your heart and it resides
You were rejected by your fellow man

They bully you, so now you take a stand
Measured by Scale of Justice you supplied
A just reward for squelching on a loan

You make an honest living, better than
The ones who cruelly mock; cast them aside
You were rejected by your fellow man

Losing your daughter, ducats and your land
Upon the law of God you have relied
A just reward for squelching on a loan

To write you off as evil was the plan
They persecute and fool you with derides
A pound of flesh to heal your wounded pride
A just reward for squelching on a loan

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Ode To My Generation

They speak about rights
they picket in front 
of the Capitol Building--standing
holding signs written in markers 
about freedoms their parents never had. 
in speeches, they talk about
 the fight for what their beating hearts
tell them is true. 
My heart may lead me down a different path
But  
I raise my celebratory glass
in honor of people that 
picket, hand out buttons, and write speeches
speaking their minds, while opening
their hearts.

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Elohim

Lord
God
Redeem
Lift eyes up
I Fall on my knees

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Jesus, the Light and the Way

Jesus
The Great I AM
My Lord in three persons
Sent from Heaven to save the world 
My Light

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Early Solstice

Summer approaches
Like unwelcome relative
That won’t go away.

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"o"

Eyes shine with the proud tears of a nation reborn
     From the ashes of corruption and greed, a unifying spirit will arise
             And he reassures and comforts the fears of the forlorn. 
 
          We rejoice in his Presidency and the day he is sworn             
          Into an Office tainted by eight years of endless lies
            Eyes shine with the proud tears of a nation reborn

           A Socialist, to those who look down on him with malicious scorn
           Progressive diplomat, to those of us who are not looking for a reprise
           And he reassures and comforts the fears of the forlorn. 

           Some try to topple his efforts, but on that January morn
           Throngs of people will crowd and stare, as if looking at a beautiful sunrise  
           Eyes shine with the proud tears of a nation reborn 

           With patience and undying courage he will mend a nation torn
            Insurmountable obstacles are present, but he hears our cries
             And he reassures and comforts the fears of the forlorn 

    Diligent leadership will help create progress to problems skyrocketing and airborne   
            He promises he will stand with us in a time of lows or highs 
            Eyes shine with the proud tears of a nation reborn
            And he reassures and comforts the fears of the forlorn

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Lost Lonely Girl Blues (In Memory of Sylvia Plath)

You are a lost, lonely little girl
                       Have another dose of medicine to ease the pain
          Your Daddy has gone off to war; you will never again see his face
              Love and Acceptance - the bitter pill that you cannot swallow.
     Oh, how I wish I could comfort and protect you from the woman in the mirror
                                     It’s as if I made YOU up in MY head

     The men in white torture you with a few more volts to ease the madness
             Monday’s seem to drag on, but for you Monday was cut short
       The sun provided no rays of light, no hope for a brighter tomorrow.
        You are now set free from the war that rages inside of you, that has plagued   
                                                   your being
               Set free from the Holocaust which robbed you of yourself

             Tortured painter of words, how you festoon your words with color
                As dark as the words appear on the page, your words are red
                   Daffodils sprout out of the Earth where you lay your head
                Tomorrows do not exist for you, nor do todays or yesterdays
             I hear the laughter of angels, perhaps you are there among them
                      No more tears, no more sorrows, or pain, you are free

              Dancing on a cloud with God, or perhaps playing your golden harp
 It really does not matter because you now rest in peace - away from your troubles
   You shut your eyes and the world, dropped dead, but I shut mine and I see a  
                                                    world of possibilities.

                      How different we are and yet so much the same
          You were a lost, lonely little girl who is now home with her Daddy
         I am a man, whose father is alive and well, and yet we seem so distant
                      Do you see the glass over there? Is it half-full or is it half-empty?

                           It’s no matter for you are dead and gone
                       I am alive; I will always be alive in one way. 
        I sing the happy gospel melody of a choir, while you sing the blues

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In the Name of My Father....

Yashar (Just One)
God of Moses 
Creator, life 
Protector, Aviad (Everlasting Father)
Avi (Father)

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Easter Service

White lilies wafting 
Perfume,
Filling the air
Sweetly
 While loving hearts 
Freely
Profess His name

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Delightfully Turkish

Tiny bus bumps along Ephesian roads 
bright orange sun hangs overhead scorching 
uneven ground lined with creases 
library; crumbled and marked 
with seal--Medusa’s hair 
coiling around, eyes 
burning my soul 
she sends chills 
down my 
spine.