"dreidel" 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
This land is your land,
This land is my land.
This land is our land,
But Not a black land,
Not from sea to shining sea.
Attention Mexicans everywhere!
This land is not your land,
This land is our land,
Home of the free!
(Some requirements apply)
God bless America,
Where at least I know I'm free,
Home of the ignorant,
Yet land of the free,
(Skin color based exceptions)
Happy Happy new Year!
New year to You and Me!
Happy Happy new year,
Except for your country,
(Build the wall!)
Dreidel Dreidel Dreidel,
I made it out of clay,
If the makers Muslim,
Please don't explode I pray.
Lastly,
America the beautiful,
As hypocritical dumpster fires tend to be.
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 12:57 AM UTC
The tangerine stained race track
spread across our **** carpet, a turn
by the wooden bed frame, a loop
near the five piece drum set.
My brother’s fingertips gripped a Hot Wheel
by its rear end, its rubber wheels
greeting the track, propelling it forward,
launching it into another plastic vehicle,
and Crash.
I nursed the toy cars through emergencies,
playing doctor to replace cracked windshields
and torn plastic bumpers, victims
of one too many collisions. It alarmed me
how easily the 1976 Mustang could lose its wheel,
sending it spinning like a dreidel while my brother grinned
with splintered teeth, feeling nothing.
The car survived the impact, but people
don’t always walk away from accidents. They can’t be raised
on jack stands and tinkered with. The operation table,
home to drivers with fluttering heartbeats,
can hum to the deafening beat of a flat-line monitor.
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC
(footnote)
2100 years ago a band of Jews defeated the Greek army
And drove them off their land, reclaiming the holy temple
In Jerusalem and rededicating it to the service of god.
when they sought to light the temples menorah
They found only a single cruse of olive oil that
escaped contamination by the Greeks.
Miraculously the one day supply lasted eight days.
The sages instituted the festival of Chanukah
To publicize these miracles.
The Dreidel which is a four sided top with a
Hebrew letter on each side which means
“ a great miracle happened here”
was used later on in the years to give thanks to god
Without the enemy knowing that they were praying.
Chanukah, the Jewish festival of rededication, also known as the festival of lights, is an eight day festival beginning on the 25th day of the Jewish month of Kislev.
Chanukah is probably one of the best known Jewish holidays, not because of any great religious significance, but because of its proximity to Christmas. Many non-Jews (and even many assimilated Jews!) think of this holiday as the Jewish Christmas, adopting many of the Christmas customs, such as elaborate gift-giving and decoration. It is bitterly ironic that this holiday, which has its roots in a revolution against assimilation and suppression of Jewish religion, has become the most assimilated, secular holiday on our calendar.
Christmas and Chanukah are known world wide
But these two faiths do not collide.
They walk hand in hand
For they came out of the promised land.
You see : the son of god was born a Jew
The Romans felt this was taboo.
No other religion could exist
This was controlled by the Romans fist.
JESUS preached in synagogues throughout the lands
Something that the Romans did withstand.
His own people wanted his death
But little did they know
That with this- a new faith would grow.
The cross on which he died became a symbol
Of Christianity, and that’s the way
God meant it to be.
Chanukah is eight days of giving while the Christian
Holiday is just one day ,but during these
holidays we all kneel and pray.
We give GOD thanks for all the beauties of the earth
And for family and friends, and it is something
That will never end.
As long as man holds a belief in their hearts
And faith,-then all will be overcome and
Let GODS will be done.
© L . RAMS
Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 12:17 PM UTC
Oh Glenda (Miz Gee gee)
years elapsed since, I didst hawk
verboten fruit adrip
from yar verdant bough,
thy strong craven raven
doth still twitter and flip
sans thy testosterone switch,
where woody pecker missus grip
ping re: egret ting prospective
relationship nixed thee
as gull friend material, hip
mistress, though heron eye did pay lip
service verily orgasmically quip
yes...wren doer ring
more'n commit Freudian slip
which peeping cardinal tip
towing thru nested tulip trip
gave balled oriole peck whip
ping lil *** pistol be
friending chirping ***** riot
inserting thingmabob
after pants sigh did un zip.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Egg gad unlike rob bin duck cradle
yar mature red breast all aswirl
asper a stationary dreidel
mammary ducts mine mouth pursed
yar ******* mine gums did ladle.
Only in memory, aye
hungrily thirst and thirstily hunger
fort deux aureole dye
still affecting this gab
bird, who didst deign
as milquetoast guy.
Whenever this birdman alone
his thoughts metaphorically drone
worm wayward toward
***** thatch, where
hello kitty doth purr and groan
of quintessentially
***** coiled hair moan
ning softly as thee
bared naked lady lies prone
admiring pinkish puckered
def flesh tone.
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 2:44 AM UTC
Sometimes I wish I could be a man
the sun will just make me move
dance like Finley Quaye
gathering rainbows
as the sun rays penetrates
deeply through the layers
of the spinning dreidel
Sometimes I wish I could be a man
may be the girls will stare and think
wink and weakly muse
gathering rainbows
as the winter sacrifices it’s cold spell
over the mast of a mountain peak
past the cold freeze of the snowy frost
......If I were a man, I would lay her reign by the summerly graffiti trail. Then, sing her lullabies made of rubies and red roses........
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 7:52 PM UTC
Criminal Arson, lyrical Spartan
All coming from the dark abyss
of my apartment
I'm Aiming for your cartilage
Heart attacks happen often
Watch your ****
watch your next step
Slip up, to get surgery
like open neck
Don't expect
this **** to be progressive
nor a lullaby
I've been non-aggressive
for the longest time
I deserve some credit
for this overtime
I have reached a point
where I'm disrupting lives
Cold bars
see we're living in some chilly times
Every day I cross the street
yet I'm negligent of the signs
if I get hit is that ****** or suicide?
I see it as do or die
that action is to defined
These words move faster
For people with slower minds
This accent is Anglo-Saxon,
to massive yet to disguised
I write in the form of acid
too drastic for you and I
Avoiding all of the masses
by acting like I am passive
When really my minds a passage
That leads to actions erratic
Most people are systematic
Calculated by habits
Always missing in action
Due to lack of a passion
Distorted by forms of havoc
Armageddon again, again and again
Tell this message to your fam and a friend
Famine, no salmon nor small m&ms;
This is the end
counter clockwise is this demonstration
Illustrations
in the form of verbal detonations
Professor X with a hex that will stop all ovulations
So that the idea of having a child
will only exist in imaginations
This is future annihilation
instinctual termination
Nuclear concentrated
enough to change all that's physical, the removal of hair follicles
So visceral, diabolical cynical
my methodical rituals
Render foes
to their minimal state
I trust as far as I can throw you
What's you physical weight?
I'm hoping to take,
this **** to the next level
So I pulled out the Weegee board and had a chat with the devil
He made me a solid offer
I simply couldn't refuse
There was one thing that I had to do
I dipped a dreidel in a bowl of holy water, then spun it on top the altar, father took a turn but it seems that his luck had Faltered, broke was the man, so in turn, the church had to offer a bundle inside a basket
Which cradled a couple dollars
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 12:41 AM UTC
(footnote)
2100 years ago a band of Jews defeated the Greek army
And drove them off their land, reclaiming the holy temple
In Jerusalem and rededicating it to the service of god.
when they sought to light the temples menorah
They found only a single cruse of olive oil that
escaped contamination by the Greeks.
Miraculously the one day supply lasted eight days.
The sages instituted the festival of Chanukah
To publicize these miracles.
The Dreidel which is a four sided top with a
Hebrew letter on each side which means
“ a great miracle happened here”
was used later on in the years to give thanks to god
Without the enemy knowing that they were praying.
Chanukah, the Jewish festival of rededication, also known as the festival of lights, is an eight day festival beginning on the 25th day of the Jewish month of Kislev.
Chanukah is probably one of the best known Jewish holidays, not because of any great religious significance, but because of its proximity to Christmas. Many non-Jews (and even many assimilated Jews!) think of this holiday as the Jewish Christmas, adopting many of the Christmas customs, such as elaborate gift-giving and decoration. It is bitterly ironic that this holiday, which has its roots in a revolution against assimilation and suppression of Jewish religion, has become the most assimilated, secular holiday on our calendar.
Christmas and Chanukah are known world wide
But these two faiths do not collide.
They walk hand in hand
For they came out of the promised land.
You see: the son of god was born a Jew
The Romans felt this was taboo.
No other religion could exist
This was controlled by the Romans fist.
JESUS preached in synagogues throughout the lands
Something that the Romans did withstand.
His own people wanted his death
But little did they know
That with this- a new faith would grow.
The cross on which he died became a symbol
Of Christianity, and that’s the way
God meant it to be.
Chanukah is eight days of giving while the Christian
Holiday is just one day, but during these
holidays we all kneel and pray.
We give GOD thanks for all the beauties of the earth
And for family and friends, and it is something
That will never end.
As long as man holds a belief in their hearts
And faith, -then all will be overcome and
Let GODS will be done.
louis rams
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 10:22 PM UTC
I remember when we would practice penmanship
along a clean dotted line
I remember when we were absent minds
with focus fixed
Yes, Ma’am. No, Sir.
Climbing atop monkey bars,
we were crafty criminals never discouraged by law
We didn’t know what we were doing
I remember when I was crushing hard on him
and little love notes
Barbies aren’t cool anymore
NSYNC versus The Backstreet Boys
No, Sam is my boyfriend now
Gaucho pants and platform sandals
We didn’t know what we were doing
I remember when I couldn’t pearl papers,
tapped out after one rip,
and thought roaches only existed
in the cracks of crumbling city apartments
But I was still “cool”
and destined to be a rockstar
so, whatever...
I didn’t know what I was doing
Now,
I am a spinning dreidel despite the cataclysmic storm
I am the drizzle of syrup on a Sunday morning omelette
I am the cherry blossom tree that blooms in late spring
A settled and centered soul,
I am a pen on the brink of a classic
And I don’t know what I am doing
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 2:01 AM UTC
Do you remember that one time we both just happened to stay up until 4:00 in the morning?
Or that time you tried to walk past me but our small talk got too big and we ended up sitting separated by four thousand miles and an electrical outlet?
Do you remember that one time when our elbows touched for almost a second at dinner, but neither of us said anything?
Or that time I felt like watching that TV show you love and accidentally left my door open and you felt like watching for awhile and punched my arm when I pointed out how a terrorist wouldn't be able to activate an atomic bomb
from
like
four thousand miles underground?
Do you remember how your voice shook with laughter when I told you I was flirting with you?
How it shook like a seismograph on the white cliffs of Dover,
How it shook like a tambourine
Like a dreidel
or a top?
Do you remember how the fire leapt and the mountains slammed and the thunder clapped more fervently than a bunch of liberals watching a mariachi band?
or has my imagination gotten the best of me once again?
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 3:08 AM UTC
Plastic, Glass, and Metal ceilings
Clocks and bars
Lend me a sip
This whole place is about to tip over
Under it all I feel the pull of the fall
Liquid Love in a crystal vase
Can’t help me be who you want to see
Midnight one
Midnight two
Orange flickers, green snickers
Spinning round round around
I’m a dreidel on the edge of a table
Waltzing suicides don’t know the ocean’s below
On the eve of this kiss
The cliff crumbles in ecstasy
‘World won’t quite let us lose it all
Keys, Cash, and Cars
Missing socks and a sky without stars
Ursa Major with a minor problem
Now it’s a habit he can’t quite kick
Orion’s belt is fastened too tight
And the seven sisters are now only six
Do you see what isn’t there?
Careful, careful the Sun thinks even the Moon is fake
But more than that Diana knows
Though to her you’re just a blunder
A wayward soul lost to deaf thunder
Drink, drug, and dalliance
By marring morning this too shall pass to you
Jul 8, 2012
Jul 8, 2012 at 4:24 AM UTC
Behind this false face, remain flawless conflictions
A mask of such wrath, and endless contradiction
Good deeds are unseen, Anger is routine-- never in between, because bliss is obscene
Clouds keep me in but soon, pours me out
into an unkind world
where i can’t even shout
These shards of obstacles whirl like a tornado, it’s throwing up the pieces,
watch them twirl like a dreidel
I endured predictions, but i stood my ground
suffered addictions, but made a turn-around
My heart stays with God, my mind is working hard, to finally understand now
that i won’t be forgiven until the day i can forgive myself
Foundation can crack, and still support a tower
my structure may lack but that does not oppress my power
I shall not cower, when my future over-rules my past, because I’ll be the person with the last laugh
In fact, my life was one big conviction, but what the jury doesn’t know is that the world molds intentions
This mask of complexity distorted my vision-- finally it deteriorates
revealing ambition
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 11:54 PM UTC
I am a tall multifaceted sided top.
Turning in moment.
Twirling with my pen spinner.
There is inner glow that shines
were each side is infused with words.
When I land on one side
A sad poem may emerge
where emotions are felt.
If the side falls on a smile
a poetic song laced with rhyme
Surfaces.
I never know what side will emerge
on any given day or moment.
I never know but ever poem is a gift
A window of self
ready to share.
Sometimes another poet will turn me
and inspire with their words.
Guess relatives can call me
a chocolate dreidel
filled with sweet or bitter poems.
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 10:10 AM UTC
if i could list every bar i'd ever been to
ev'ry sloppy loving drunken kiss we shared
it would fill a thousand books
written lilting lines little Kerouacs
sweet red port and
yer nestled snoring head
breast on chest
soft legs entwined with mine
remember it now
long gone days when intimacy
still came naturally
not clumsy shameful downtrodden
broken dreidel me
now too wounded to connect
or look in eyes truly
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
Light the candles on the menorah,
On the menorah, one by one.
Let the shamash be your attendant.
Gather together when day is done.
May the sounds of Hanukkah blessings
Fill your home with a cheerful mood.
Let your heart be brimming with wonder,
Joy and laughter and gratitude.
Celebrate the season with hope--
The yearly festival of lights.
Think about the oil that burned
For eight miraculous days and nights.
Spin the dreidel. How will it fall--
Nisht or gantz or halb or shtel?
Win or lose some Hanukkah gelt…
If you break even, you're doing well.
We reflect on where we have come from;
Struggles have never seemed to cease.
May people everywhere learn from the past.
For the sake of the children let there be peace.
Light the candles on the menorah,
On the menorah, one by one.
May the gentle glow of the candles
Soften the night in the setting sun.
-by Bob B (12-12-18)
°I know: the festival of Hanukkah has passed this year.
But it will return on 22 Dec. 2019.
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 10:51 AM UTC
Pale pink tights wrapped in an elastic hug
around a little girl’s strawberry plump thighs.
With wavering fingers, she gave a mighty tug
at her silky ribbon wraps, and began to fantasize...
Basking in the heat of a glimmering light,
a dancer shuffled her way across a wooden stage;
she was weightless, her body contorting away from the night,
as she flaunted her lyrical ritual under a spotlight cage.
She extended her leg and twirled her arms,
perpendicular against the forces of gravity.
She wanted to reach the sun, to touch the stars,
but the crescendo ripped through her balance, and she was considered free.
Spinning, spinning, like a dreidel;
Every muscle poised and ready to be a bulletproof vest.
Spinning, spinning, until she was unable;
A thunderous applause erupted from the crowd of unwelcomed guests...
“REBECCA!” a voice snapped outside her dreamscape.
Drooling little girls with tight buns and runny noses
staring at their tutus, mouths agape.
A shoe in one hand, she ran to do her first lunges.
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 3:19 PM UTC
Sleeping with the fishes or, fish sleeping
While still swimming
Either way I could **** in your hat
And yea, you'd still be brimming
And yea, I'd still be sinning,
Spinning like a sacrilegious dreidel
All hard edges
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 7:14 PM UTC