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Gershon Wolf Poem
~ A Storybook Princess ~
She dreams of princes, princesses and balls
A little girl on tippy-toes, not a meter tall
O, the frilly lace gowns she fashions
Stitched with threads of heartfelt passion
A little girl in dreamland enthralled
Daylight's full of pain, tests and probes
From her lower spine to her temporal lobe
Hair shorn, she bears it all with infinite patience
As they wheel her from station to station
For at night she's a storybook princess
No matter that in daylight she winces
Asleep, her bed's her castle, wedding-bell topped
Where dreams last forever, never stop
Entered in 'All Yours (Feb. '21) Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2019
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socialism communism fascism despotism
buddhism catholicism hinduism zoroastrianism
territorialism colonialism imperialism expansionism
positivism relativism behaviorism existentialism
adventurism escapism negativism nihilism
puritanism fanaticism extremism terrorism
sexism chauvinism ultra-nationalism jingoism
hedonism epicureanism ~ stoicism asceticism
patriotism heroism altruism idealism
activism idealism individualism exceptionalism
atheism deism monotheism paganism
optimism pessimism cynicism romanticism
atheism secularism humanism utopianism
hypnotism mysticism exorcism surrealism
~ and what if there were a schism in each and every 'ism!'
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2018
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to lose yourself in poetry
in image vibrant reverently
responsibility absents thee
thoughts sprout wings
~ magically
August 31, 2020
Completely Your Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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Give thanks if you're healthy
And give thanks if you're not;
Make sure to appreciate
Whatever it is that you've got.
Just be grateful, my dear,
Give thanks with good cheer.
Give thanks if you're single,
Give thanks if you're married;
Doesn't matter at all
If you're happy or harried.
Just be grateful, my dear,
Give thanks with good cheer.
Give thanks for jobs you've had,
And for ones that you've lost;
For the roof o'er your head,
And your warm, cozy bed.
Just be grateful, my dear,
Give thanks with good cheer
Give thanks for your wardrobe,
For the clothes in your drawer;
For the shoes on your feet
And those in the store.
Give thanks for the cop
Who tickets your car,
Or prevents you from drinking
Too much at the bar.
Just be grateful, my dear,
And give thanks with good cheer.
Give thanks to G-d
Who put you on Earth,
Who blessed you and your mother
With the miracle called birth.
Who awakens you in the morning
And lays you to sleep at night;
Who believes all through the airyness,
That you'll soon see His Light.
Yes: Just be grateful, my dear,
Now that Thanksgiving is here.
December 28, 2017
Your first poem on Poetry Soup Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2017
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The moon shimmied up her pole in the sky
Winking at me with her crescent eye
The stars danced in time to a silent tune
As the season ended that started in June
O, one long last look at summer's constellations
Before they surrender to Fall's deportations
And the heavens assign them to regions distant
As brisk winds whisk them away in an instant
September 22, 2020
Completely Your Choice (#15) Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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Consider, Recall, Reflect, Hesitate, Tremble
Before your life's vast sweep.
Step back; Try to fathom
How much it's all meant.
Crease, Fold, Pile, Stack, Mark
Each decade's clothing you've worn.
Pause! Write a poem to
Bid all your lovers adieu.
Whimper, Cry, Sob, Weep for--
Last suitcase ever you'll pack.
March 07, 2018
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2018
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How much of life do we catch
as we walk briskly past windows
behind each a drama unfolding
How much of life do we miss
as we speed past tenements teeming
with primal emotions, like downed power lines
alive with passion and angst
How much of life can we know as
as we fly across continents
spanning time zones of populations divers
running the gamut from AI-creators and
manipulators to prep cooks, no-counts and killers
How much of life would have enriched us if attention were paid
to the windows on the journeys that you and I've made
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2025
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Gershon Wolf Poem
night snow
moccasin silent
drifts downward
landing without feet...
smiles in the sunlight
~ morning curtains peek
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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Every hour
every second
Every minute
of the day
Thank you, Lord
in every way
For my hands
and for my feet
For my heart
Its steady beat
For the grass
and for the trees
For the ocean
and the breeze
For noble steeds
complacent cows
For baby kittens
that say me-ow
For my family
for my friends
For Life’s beginning
and its end…
So, now ‘good-night’
my sleep direct
‘til morning light
my soul protect
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2022
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He's the class clown, full of hijinks and pranks,
Puts tacks on your seat, swallows fish from the tank.
He's full of you-know-what and vinegar, energy galore,
Will he act goofy today? -- Does a hungry lion roar?...
...Back at home, he trudges slowly through the side door,
A frown and fret on his heart, like a festering sore,
His mind a dark cavern, not a thing to live for.
He takes off his mask, the transition's complete,
'Cuz you can't be a clown when life's got you beat.
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2018
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