IN OUR NEDK…
In our neck of the woods
Things are pretty quiet….
No Trick-or-Treaters we ‘ve seen
Or sugar-fueled riots.
Stillness if fine for we old folks,
With just “Bones” in the Lobby…
A shrouded plastic skeleton–
Someone’s macabre hobby!
I must have slept two hours at least,
Maybe pitter-patters happened then…
But then my wife would be upset
And my nap would have found its end.
No strange specters near our door,
Just under our neighbor’s…cat paws…
I tried to get him to poke at my fingers
But the cat merely withdraws.
We’re giving candy a rest,
Not as tempted as in other years….
I’ve got a wound caused by blood sugar
And further amputation fears.
I didn’t dress up for work,
I’d given away my hat…
Couldn’t find the engineer’s cap
So that was the end of that!
Besides, I work second shift,
Hardly anyone stays around….
My audience leaves as quick as they can–
In empty halls why should one clown?
We’ll set all the clocks back,
Backwards by an hour…
November first, Daylight Savings Time
Is exchanged for five o’clock glower!
BACK TO GENESIS
(The beginning o a blog)
I wish I’d kept track
Of the initial impact…
There were five or six
First blogger picks,
That graced my brand-new act.
Some may have followed from
The blog which I had come …
But marching to a different drum.
I’ve forgotten who all may be,
It may have been four or three…
One or two still
Accept this handbill,
With many more added eventually!
Coming into Shabbat,
For millions that means a lot…
Time for prayer
And Torah to air,
And family time thus got.
Shabbat is more than readings,
But include them in proper breedings…
Train the child**
He won’t his heritage revile,
He’ll find blessings in the LORD exceeding!
Do not forget the law,
Build not on wood, hay or straw…
Become rubies in gold,
Sharing your faith so bold,
So people around you stand in awe!
Beautiful rendition of the Shema. Post yours!
SOUNDS LIKE YOUR ARTISTIC SOUL. 🙂 EXCELLENT STUFF!!!
She has fallen from heaven
her wounds are deep,
they bleed crimson flowers
and purple peony.
Her fading leaves flutter
in the space of a heart,
she climbs the highest trellis
with sleek garland arms.
Shedding her treasure
on hearts that ache with
the pain of displacement
Supple stems spread
their buds to promise,
petals unfolding, longing to fall.
trellis from Flickr