My Words

Understanding the World through words

Month: October, 2014

The Prince And His Falcon

In a time long ago,
A prince, heir to the throne
Bored by the mundane
Escaped to distant fields
Near his palace that lay over
The hill. There he and his beloved
Falcon perched and played.

The prince read his poetry
As the falcon swayed.

Then, he would gently run his
dark fingers through
His falcon’ soft feathers and whisper,
What do you see Abu my beloved pet?

What do you see my friend, when I release
You with your vision sharp?

What do you see when you soar from your
Heights over my vast kingdom?

Do you see the children play
And hear their joyful screams?

Can you hear old couples quarrel?

Do you see young lovers kiss?

Tell me Abu, how the river bends
And the soothing delicate music
the water makes
When it falls against glistening
rocks.

Tell me my friend, about
the scents the
Orange groves give,
Does it mix with the aroma of
mint that grows wild on the
Riverbanks?

Can you describe the music,
Can you describe the songs,
Tell me about the revelry
Induced by wine and the merry
heart.

But most of all Abu,
Tell me about the poets and
How they structure their lines?

What fanciful words do they use
To describe the morning light?

Tell me about the passion they
Use to describe romantic love.

Do they recite their poems in
the dark?

I will release you now my
Beloved friend, come back
To me with good words.

Remember,
You’re my eyes and ears
While I remain here
Trapped in my gilded
Cage.

{the falcon is released,
having flown for three days
it returns to his master’s arm then
begins to speak}

I flew the heights and width
of your kingdom sire.
The heaven’s air so
tranquil and pure,
from a certain height,
this is what saw…

Foreign armies sharpening
their glistening swords conspiring

against your family’s house.
Evil men picking ripened
fruit, leaving the land barren
of its orange groves.

I heard the poets crying, their
tears mixing with the foam of your
mint-lined Rivers.

People whispering in darkness
against the plurality
of your kingdom.

I saw your people walking—
destitute,
lined up in tumultuous exile,
uncontrollable weeping and wailing
became a new song.

Then there was silence,

the voices of your people, I heard
no more.

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The Falcon Speaks To His Sire part II

{the falcon is released,
having flown for three days
it returns to his master’s arm then
begins to speak}

I flew the heights and width
of your kingdom sire.
The heaven’s air so
tranquil and pure,
from a certain height,
this is what saw…

Foreign armies sharpening
their glistening swords conspiring

against your family’s house.
Evil men picking ripened
fruit, leaving the land barren
of its orange groves.

I heard the poets crying, their
tears mixing with the foam of your
mint-lined Rivers.

People whispering in darkness
against the plurality
of your kingdom.

I saw your people walking—
destitute,
lined up in tumultuous exile,
Uncontrollable weeping
became a new song.

Then there was silence,

the voices of your people, I heard
no more.

The Heir Speaks To His Falcon Part I

In a time long ago,
A prince, heir to the throne
Bored by the mundane
Escaped to distant fields
Near his palace that lay over
The hill. There he and his beloved
Falcon sat and played.

The prince read his poetry
As the falcon swayed.

Then, he would gently run his
dark fingers through
His falcon’ soft feathers and whisper,
What do you see Abu my beloved pet?

What do you see my friend, when I release
You with your vision sharp?

What do you see when you soar from your
Heights over my vast kingdom?

Do you see the children play
And hear their joyful screams?

Can you hear old couples quarrel?

Do you see young lovers kiss?

Tell me Abu, how the river bends
And the soothing delicate music
the water makes
When it falls against glistening
rocks.

Tell me my friend, about
the scents the
Orange groves give,
Does it mix with the aroma of
mint that grows wild on the
Riverbanks?

Can you describe the music,
Can you describe the songs,
Tell me about the revelry
Induced by wine and the merry
heart.

But most of all Abu,
Tell me about the poets and
How they structure their lines?

What fanciful words do they use
To describe the morning light?

Tell me about the passion they
Use to describe romantic love.

Do they recite their poems in
the dark?

I will release you now my
Beloved friend, come back
To me with good words.

Remember,
You’re my eyes and ears
While I remain here
Trapped in my gilded
Cage.

Hodu L’Adonai Ki Tob

As I was driving
towards synagogue
I reflected on my life.

My life is full of blessings
It’s hard to see
with how busy I’ve been,

but I saw a quiver full
of happy children
all sitting
underneath the shade.

Their smiles and sweet ease,
made my heart skip a beat.

My new job,
I couldn’t have asked
for better position.

My wife patient, loving
and wise.

O’ LORD,

I have something
to smile about.

Something
to be glad about.

Something
to be grateful for.

All I can say is,

Hodu l’Adonai Ki Tob
I thank You for it all!

October Moon

The October moon

weighs heavily

on my mind.

At dawn, while I drive it shines,

filling my car with the softest glow.

At dusk

her silver brilliance

illuminates my path

towards the East,

a celestial orb

happily, I follow home.

Harvest Moon

 

Did you know?

When
you married me,
you married a poet?

A man who
suffers in this
paradoxical world
of intertwined
terror and
beauty.

A man who stares at
the moon
like a half-crazed
wolf.

Howling,
as its magnificent
shape

caresses
your
emerald colored eyes.

A man who cringes

and
goes numb
from seeing
injustice.

My eyes
feel the love and
weep.

They close at night.

And, are open again
at dawn,

like the rising and
falling tide that’s

affected by the
harvest moon

that same
shadowy-white
voluptuous sphere,

that enables
predators to prey
at night.

How is it
that you’ve become, a bitter torment for some,
and a sweet reflection for many more?

Poem—Dualities

The world of dualities,
life and death,
complicit complexities of
shadows and light
heightens the awareness
of my temporal life.

Apprehension—Battle Within

Why do I always feel
vulnerable?

Ambiguity settles in
constantly making
me feel I’m on
a precipice looking
down.

Even when things
look bright and
I’m on the the upswing
in life.

The fear of
failure or
of losing it all
keeps me in line.

The battle within
spurts out
from time-to-time,

Apprehension sets
in like a tightly packed
forest of sequoias—

There areas where the
sun never peaks in.

We Tremble Before Our God

On Yom Kippurim
we tremble before our God.
Appearing before Him naked
afflicting and denying ourselves.

Solemn, paying heed to our lives.
Praying for His mercy.
Relying on His kindness and
His everlasting grace.

We ask The Almighty
For forgiveness.

We search our souls.
We beat our chests.
Only He knows our fate
we are his children
Birthed in the desert
Birthed in its
heated turmoil.

Dispersed throughout
the Earth we, His children,
plead for the promised
redemption to be finally
led back to our land.

We ask to be made whole
again, to restore our lives and
to be forgiven once and
for all.

Freedom To Sing

The world would be sad place
If only the loveliest birds sang.
What makes it truly harmonious
and lively is that every bird
has the opportunity to sing
and we have the privilege to
listen to them all.