"dinah" poems
***Put on your yamaka, it's time for Hanukkah
So much fun-akkah to celebrate Hanukkah,
Hanukkah is the Festival of Lights,
Instead of one day of presents, we have eight crazy nights.
But when you're the only kid in town without a Christmas tree, Heres a list of
people who are Jewish, just like you and me:
David Lee Roth lights the menorah,
So do James Caan, Kirk Douglas, and the late Dinah Shore-ah
Guess who eats together at the Carnegie Deli,
Bowzer from Sha-na-na, and Arthur Fonzerrelli.
Paul Newman's half Jewish; Goldie Hawn's half too,
Put them together--what a fine lookin’ Jew! [Esus]
You dont need Deck the Halls or Jingle Bell Rock
Cause you can spin a dreidel with Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock--both Jewish!
[Esus]
Put on your yamaka, its time for Hanukkah,
The owner of the Seattle Super Sonic-ah celebrates Hanukkah.
O.J. Simpson-- not a Jew!
But guess who is...Hall of Famer—Rod Carew--(he converted!)
We got Ann Landers and her sister Dear Abby,
Harrison Ford's a quarter Jewish--not too shabby!
Some people think that Ebeneezer Scrooge is,
Well, hes not, but guess who is: All three stooges. [Esus]
So many Jews are in show biz--
Tom Cruise isn't, [tacit] but I heard his agent is. [Esus]
Tell your friend Veronica, its time to celebrate Hanukkah
I hope I get a harmonica, on this lovely, lovely Hanukkah.
So drink your gin-a-tonic-ah, and smoke your mara-juanic-ah,
If you really, really wanna-kah, Have a happy, happy, happy, happy
Hanukkah……. HAPPY HANUKKAH!***
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 10:35 PM UTC
[[ ****
blood pooling around her
there she lay sprawled
eyes glazed,motionless with no stir
she is another victim to succumb
to this heinous inhuman act
the mission is accomplished
the criminal thinks
freely he walks
head and shoulder held high
among mortals he laugh
life goes on ,another life gone
my sister,mum and aunt
the daughters of eve are endangered
my brother,dad and i
the all sons of adam
are the perpetrators
fear exists among our female species
they fear to be stripped off their
coverings
they live in a nightmare of being
stripped off their dignity
unwillingly be disrobed and be
robbed
they fear being deflowered and
defiled
out of her will she was forced
naked and spreadeagled
vitruvian man style she lay
her case was a repetition of a biblical
story
dinah and the sons of shechem
blood freely trickled between her
open pelvic
life seeped out of her misused shell
did she really deserve this???
who will end this atrocity?
who will fight for the girl child?
toddlers and grannies
shamelessly chauvinist male defiles
them
its against the word
its against the unwritten codes
it's unafrican
it's evil
my anger is frothing
like a volcano the lava is heating up
my pen is crying for the female child
i will shout this from rooftops
on the skyline i will write it
this battle is ours and we have to
fight
protection we've to offer
[[the chronicles of the dumb speaker]]
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 3:33 AM UTC
You are special
All I ask is that you do your best
I am proud of you
You are special
If everyone else jumped off of a cliff would you?
You are better than that
You don't know what love is
Choose something you love
Never work a day in your life
Work hard
Respect everyone
Don't make the same mistakes as me
You are the future
You still have the rest of your life to figure it out
You always have a room upstairs
I wish I had known what I know now
My job is killing me
It's not for everyone
If I only had more time
Your mother and I are getting a divorce
Can you set up my twitter account?
Hey buddy I want you to meet Dinah
I just don't understand what goes through your head
Stop being so...
Compassionate
Sensative
Cautious
Depressed
Honest
Diverse
Passionate
Caring
Imaginative
...no...
ENTITLED.
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 10:51 PM UTC
I was walking down Graham Ave
(Or up, if your an optimist)
When I spotted a side walk sale
My eyes darted
Records
"I want to go to there"
Without thinking or blinking
Drawn in like a tractor beam
I sifted through the pile of wax
My nostrils flared
From the ****
Covered in dust
Embedded in age
Music at its greatest stage
The woman having the sale said,
"The records are $2, no holler"
"$2 is better than $3,
Especially for a broke
******* like me"
So I snagged some
Miles Davis &
Dinah Washington
Then I looked up,
Read the light of the Goodyear Blimp
And it read "Shelby Hemstock's a ****
You know what kind of day it was
Guess I was going up Graham after all
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 4:43 PM UTC
"Green eggs and Ham" my favorite rhyme
it corners a simple point in time
when all was good and hearts held droll
when the words had meaning and the writers soul
I cheer them on these writers wrongs
the wolf the pigs and dinah's ****
I sail close to words with heart
whether prose or rhyme its the greats I chart
simple are the words they speak
a letter a symbol... not much to tweek
Yes, it corners just that point in time
when being good was not a crime
when genuine banter then cooled the hearts
along side of the pie and the apple tarts
So what likes do our children have of rhyme?
is it zombies, death, blood and crime
I sob now for new writers wrongs
they write not of the bluebirds songs
I cerish this rhyme "Green eggs and Ham"
now should we write for our children?
would they give a ****
Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 2:45 PM UTC
.
Wine, enchilada and pickle sauce,
corks and safeties,
just like The Penguin In *******
in Ronnie and Kenny's shed.
The Idiot ******* Son
sits eating the deadly Yellow Snow,
whilst Joe hums Zombie Woof
at the Poodle in his Garage.
Dinah-Moe Humm finally gets off;
in the Dangerous Kitchen,
with the Muffin Man's ***** Love,
and the Illinois Enema Bandit.
The Fine Girl and the Latex Solar Beef
bathed in The Blue Light,
shout 'Pick Me, I'm Clean',
along Inca Roads, to Find Her Finer.
Cosmik Debris exclaims Zoot Allures!
From the fat, floating, maroonish Sofa
because the Bow Tie Daddy
sings Nasal Retentive Calliope Music.
Yo Mama! there's the Disco Boy
who gets in More Trouble Every Day,
so The Torture Never Stops,
with Damp Ankles, Peaches & Regalia.
Sam With The Showing Scalp Flat Top
dances with Camarillo Brillo upstairs,
catching Stink-Foot once again,
like In France from the Valley Girl.
And so the Watermelon In Easter Hay
rides off with the Duke Of Prunes
to the Carolina ******** Ecstasy,
visiting Billy The Mountain, and Montana.
© Pagan Paul (2016/2017)
Frank Zappa
(21st December 1940 - 4th December 1993).
Musician, Diplomat and Lyricist.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 4:43 PM UTC
There was an old person of China,
Whose daughters were Jiska and Dinah,
Amelia and Fluffy,
Olivia and Chuffy,
And all of them settled in China.
1k
4 enclosed walls of liquid
in a fluid web i want you
the veiled ivy shadows
in a crowded headspace
the saint of dilated seas
met
the princess of abandoned oceans with daughter
on moonrise cheeks of spilt milk
in the lobby of the chelsea hotel
through 40 days and nights of rain they swore
on a bed of clotted blood and see through chinese silk
her black widow memories lit a flickering path
from attic jets
to basement trickles
20 years before
when the saint lost all trace
where did you go that day?
after our butterfly fields
(sarah vaughan and dinah washington and ella fitzgerald
gathered) a crowd
around you
all wondering where you came from
and where were you going
that day
when Jesus rolled back the stone
from a juvenile womb
the populace of a billion worlds
inside a temporary tomb
the shallow points
between childhood legs
don't add up to what God paid Satan
for your devilblack eyes
the princess' daughter
i
dripped from plasma
source such of
inner working lips
the DNA of the cosmos
in my mother's hips
unending lines that never touch
parallel dividers live lives like
my born father of the full eclipse
as i
make mine this pilgrimage
deep to the overlapping ages
undercurrents rest in tidal pools
the shallows smallest stages
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 8:53 PM UTC
Poem about my wonderful grandfather
John Walker served his country in WWII
It was something he felt obligated to do.
In combat he risked his life
Even while he was facing strife
He wrote his family back at home
While he was on another roam
Slept, ate and celebrated his birthday
In a foxhole while there was gun play
A short break John took from war
He listened live to Dinah Shore
Met the nice people of France and Holland
There he bought some Chocolate Almonds
Posed in a painting for Martin Koblo
John said, "He was a very nice fellow"
When it was announced that the war had ended
John wrote home and said "I feel quite splendid"
"I’ll be home honey, just as quick as I can
Can’t wait to see you, Margaret and Ann"
Copyright 2013
All Rights Reserved
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 3:13 PM UTC
She crawled into a little door, her hot tears cast an ocean
Pinnafore and teacakes red as blood and torn
She's alone inside her head, in little orange bottles with gin
And he's the squiggle of lines clambering for attention
A bright cacophony of dreams and warped fixation
Sometimes chained and desolate, sometimes rambling with a grin
It's always him, and he can be quite charming
One's own mind can be a nightmare,
Madness always makes a precious friend
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 5:13 AM UTC
he grabbed her by the hand
as the water started boilin
then he got down on one knee
as the creamer started spoilin
put a flower in 'er hair
as the timer started ringin
pulled a ring outta his pocket
as the kettle started singin
she prepared to give her answer
as the fridge was hummin loudly
wiped the sweat off her fourth finger
as the oven burned so proudly
but then he got back on his feet
as the tap water was runnin
said he had changed his mind
as the bread dough sat there roughenin
her heart broke in her chest
as her hand reached for the cleaver
his face was unimpressed
as he turned around to leave 'er
the tears fell down her cheeks
as her irises turned black
and she whispered to herself
as the knife flew in his back
"now you know how i feel"
as he gasped a final breath
then she swung back to her cookin
as he slipped into his death
her heartbreak made her crazy
as the blood spread 'cross the floor
and that's why no one's in the kitchen
with dinah anymore
- p. winter
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 9:44 PM UTC
(Song title from Dinah Washington’s catalogue,
by Coward)
I’m mad about the boy who wrapped me,
Wrapped me round his finger,
He pulls the string and I come,
He knows I’ll continue to linger.
He says he loves the girl he’s dating,
He’s dating her to conceal the truth,
It hurts to be loved and tossed aside,
Aside to the wings; kept waiting.
I’m mad about the boy who hurts me,
Hurts me with his control,
Barks his order – I obey,
Allow the destruction of my soul.
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 11:45 AM UTC
As I lay waiting
For sleep to hold me,
I am the Sun King,
Resting in clouds,
Dreaming of thoughts and ideas.
All that I don't want,
At least right now.
I'd rather have them
During the day while
I float in the sky,
Burning trees with
Smiles in my ears
And laughter in my eyes.
I'd rather have them
While I play with
Alice and Dinah the cat,
Bouncing on mushrooms
Through all of Wonderland.
I'd rather have them
While I listen to
John and Paul sing,
And Ringo and George too
As my submarine goes
From sea to sea.
Yes, I'd rather think,
Think these thoughts
At those times than now.
Because right now,
I am the Sun King,
Floating to my bed of clouds,
And these thoughts
Are lead on my feet
And on my soul.
I'll think then,
And dream now.
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 7:51 PM UTC
Rosa, some heroes doesn't know hen they will becomes one.
Malcolm, just by knowledge and wisdom you provoke others to think.
Martin, simply by concentration you contributed to changing a nation.
Charles Drew, some still within the medical profession to this very day owes you.
Dinah Washington, what a difference a day makes? When you left a trailblazing path behind.
The Ink Spots, long before others became vocally known.
You once ruled that throne.
Leona Horne, Dorthy Dandridge, Ruth Brown you left a massive history.
When you go ahead and plant your heart upon your goal.
God let's your greatness just flow.
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 1:25 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall, HSG
[email protected]
“Anglo-Saxon Students Would Not Like to Be Taught by a Jew”
cited in
-Stanley Kunitz Lyrics, Songs, and Albums | Genius
To the Privileged Youth of Columbia University:
As a child of situational poverty
I am so grateful for all my Jewish teachers
Including
Moses
Joshua
Jeremiah
Samuel
David
Solomon
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph
Saint Peter and the others in The Twelve
Saint Paul
Elie Weisel
Chaim Potok
Herman Wouk
Leon Uris
Franz Kafka
Leonard Cohen
Anne Frank
Bernard Malamud
Isaac Bashevis Singer
Philip Roth
Osip Mandelstam
Saul Bellow
Isaac Asimov
Woody Allen
Mel Brooks
Edna Ferber
Yip Harburg
George Cukor
Mel Brooks
Oscar Hammerstein
Alan Lerner
Carl Reiner
Rod Serling
Franz Werfel
Alan Arkin
Claire Bloom
Leonard Nimoy
Chaim Topol
Ed Asner
Mel Brooks
Peter Falk
Werner Klemperer
Jack Klugman
Walter Matthau
Tony Randall
Mel Torme
John Banner
Kirk Douglas
Lorne Greene
Eli Wallach
Sam Wanamaker
Morey Amsterdam
Leo Genn
Otto Preminger
Jack Benny
Leslie Howard
Ernst Lubitsch
Cecil B. DeMille
Mortimer Adler
Allen Bloom
Harold Bloom
Irving Berlin
Boris Pasternak
Emil Ludwig
Eric Wolfgang Korngold
Elmer Bernstein
Max Steiner
George Gershwin
Dimitri Tiomkin
Samuel Fuller
Alexander Korda
Zoltan Korda
Emeric Pressburger
Erich von Stroheim
Billy Wilder
William Wyler
Fred Zinnemann
J. J. Abrams
Peter Bogdanovich
Michael Curtiz
Stanley Donen
Stanley Kramer
Howard Caine
Leon Askin
Robert Clary
Dinah Shore
Stephen Sondheim
Volodymyr Zelinsky
Simon Schama
Louise Gluck
Siegfried Sassoon
Isaac Rosenberg
Joseph Brodsky
Rob Morrow
Vasily Grossman
Stanley Kubrick
Viktor Frankl
And more, so many more, a cloud of witnesses
Whose names are written in gold on a scroll in Heaven
But somehow, in this world of beauty and truth
And humanity’s aspirations to the good
All you have found are bullhorns, trash fires, chants
Clinched fists, obscenities, lies, and shrieking hate
Apr 19, 2024
Apr 19, 2024 at 12:12 PM UTC
Put your gender in a blender
***** **** and ******
Testakills interwoven thrills will douse the desire
Just ask the child who slits her wrists to douse the morphine drip
To deal with her bruises both on her body & in her brain days after the finger stains start to fade.
Or four weeks later when dust became vapor and life force thrusts into her placenta
Memories of being bent over and forced into the midsize Porsche
Pleaded the fifth after a swift smack to the back of her dome piece to demand silence
No ****** pre-leak, pro-life, pro-knife pro giving it up to GOD if tonight’s the night. Every wake up a tear shed as each day passes puffing on this hashish to make it through the day up until her face went blue from holding her breath
Death was her only escape until the thought breaks through that its not up to me or you or any fool passing through to determine
The day finally came when your brother cut off his foreskkin before breaking his skull wide open to watch his brains melt in the scorching sun.
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 12:39 PM UTC
I wake up from this fantasy
decide real life is not for me
and go back to the fantasy.
You only get nine lives and it doesn't matter if you're dumb or smart
the heart knows not of this
to touch upon
so brief and then we're gone
and on and on until the last of
life is done
I cross my fingers
make a plea
click my heels
and think of Dorothy
another
fantasy
but we're all a bit of
the yellow brick
the growl, the rust,
the straw they built this city with
the trust
must be real or else no deal.
I'm marking time with eyeliner
sitting in the diner on the shore
with Dinah
and time is stalking me which is not a
fantasy
I'm talking reality
which
on occasion bites.
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 1:51 AM UTC