"emil" poems
Der er udstilling på onsdag
Jeg skal huske øl på fredag
Sov hos Emil til torsdag
Sidste udsalg mandag
Jeg kysser ham lørdag
Og mister ham søndag
Og glemmer ham tirsdag
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 6:40 PM UTC
Today you were born
And I wasn't there
I wanted to be
I wanted to hear you first coo
I wanted to tell you
Welcome to this world
I love you
I wanted to capture the beginning
To put pictures in a book for you
You are my grandson
Your daddy is my son
He has made me so proud
He has grown into a amazing
man
I am so excited for you
Your life will be filled with love
With fun and adventure
You are my joy
Your grandma loves you
and just know
I will always be here for you
Happy Birthday Rex Emil Bear
© Jennifer Delong 1/26/24
Feb 20, 2024
Feb 20, 2024 at 4:52 AM UTC
Heads bob over waves, another couple
passes. Bennett on his bath towel,
burying his fingers in the sand,
legs pointing toward the sea.
Tries to escape through summer’s haze,
but only recalls the room some years ago:
students speaking of Antigone and he
finally uttering a thought, but his thought
Is thought superfluous. A silence entering
Bennett. Bennett becoming that silence.
But suddenly he is here again,
watching the muttering old man
with his metal detector.
The old man stops, his ugly
voice hushes, and bends
down to grasp the Earth.
He wonders what is there.
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 1:23 AM UTC
Meeting my grandson Rex
what a gift to be a grandma again
There's no words to describe it
As I look in his eyes
I see the world
I see what my life
is worth
All the struggles
All the trials I've experienced
I know it was all worth it
It brought me to this moment.
I am grateful
Now I understand
This is the gift
The love the reward
To be a mom
now a grandma
There is no words
There is love
True love
Thanks for you
My grandsons
I am blessed !
Rex Emil Bear
Attitcus Hawkins
© Jennifer L Delong
1/7/2025
Jan 15, 2025
Jan 15, 2025 at 12:24 AM UTC
Steve
April 29, 1967-October 7, 2018
Miss You Buddy
No sunset in this park today.
But of course not, for today is your birthday.
Everywhere I look, all I see is grey!
The Angels are weeping so we don’t have to; that’s not what you would want.
You would want us to share our memories and trust me I have 4 pages front and back,
AT LEAST!
You were taken too soon, no time to adapt
So unexpected and you were the happiest I’d seen you
With Ivan home and Emil good, and Jackson to fill the dull moments
“Action Jackson”, that’s what you called him
And so did my Papa Dale
You loved that he loved music,
You wanted to teach him to play catch.
You were making progress, taking steps
I miss your loyal, honest and witty ***
Oh,and I started studying numerology!
You’ll never guess your number!
#1
But I’m sure that comes as no surprise
You would have loved it!!!
Hope you are up there watching baseball, drinking beer, listening to music,
and telling stories about your family
with your old military pals!
I miss you dear friend
I miss your home, it was my 2nd
No judgement ever
We all had our ****
Different days, different times
But we rallied together to help, and have a good time
You and I never fought except maybe for a second
We playfully fought about baseball
You were a die hard Cubs fan,
and I was team Cards!
You were getting back on track,
on your way to work
No way is that fair
I miss you dear friend
Your stories, your humor
You making fun of Blair slickly,
us laughing til we cried
I miss your heart, you’re real, you’re true
FAMILY WAS EVERYTHING
and the rest, music, military, beer,
baseball, laughing, and Laura
You were a simple man
You knew exactly who you were at all times
That I always admired
You thought you knew it all; you probably did!
I miss kicking back people watching on the front porch or music in the garage!
Miss your stories, your humor, your strong will
And that 2nd place I thought of as home.
Loved your dad when he was here and loved both Emil and Ivan instantly upon meeting
I hope your kids know if they need anything, to call
You stepped up for Jackson,
That really says it all!
I miss you buddy, til next time...
I raise this beer
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 8:05 PM UTC
For Emil Varda
Spots we dwell
For while,
People we meet
On the Way...
Call from Unknown
Is a milestone.
The world is a pair
Of wings - to unfold,
The world might be heavy stone.
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 6:21 PM UTC
Is present once again
in his blackened room,
hears songs in the trees.
The window glows: *the sun
reaches all, and doesn’t care
about your comb-over.*
Darkness leaves the world,
life refills the street:
cars commuting, bodies shifting
across concrete, passing
familiar others. Emil enters.
He watches the girl
over there: greasy black hair,
paled skin. She is pretty
in her damaged way.
Emil shoves away
Those thoughts, bites
into his McMuffin:
these are getting better.
Slow through the park,
Emil lingers. Joggers in their routes,
a Frisbee keeping itself in the air
until sputtering in the trim grass–
Emil overlooks everything.
He sees the marks glow
underneath his secretary’s
sleeves. He staggers over,
smiling, “I heard what you said,
that your girlfriend broke-in
and bit you in the arm.
If you need to, you can
stay at my place
for a while.” She smiles
a smile Emil’s been aware of
since middle school,
when girls wouldn’t even look
at him and his acne-scars twice.
He opens his door, and walks
within the black, only outlines
of things show. He flips the light
switch. Only he can alter this world.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 2:45 AM UTC
I'm passing through an autumn day
As through an enormous tear.
A fruit full ripe with perfume sweet
Sinks slowly slowly to my feet.
I'm passing through the wind and light.
I've never known the reason why
Seasons gone remain as branches
In those unclaimed yet by the night.
Emil Brumaru
translated by Adam J. Sorkin and Sergiu Celac
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 2:24 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
i _ don't _ know
whatthisis
i'm calling it,
don't ^know ^if ^it's ^all ^too ^much
or if you _ don't _ know
how. to. love.
enough/ is/
enough
how you come
& go
while i just
stay
,...
#put
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 2:22 AM UTC
"What else could I ask from you, Sofia?
Knowing that loving you is a challenge.
Aesthetics is a branch of philosophy,
And I don't trust my foolish brain.
"It's that I have had girlfriends in my biography.
And in the beauty I distrust,
I better do you a tomography,
Because I trust your brain the most.
"When love is gone comes the epitaph,
That it is buried in Philadelphia.
The memory becomes the cenotaph,
When she remembers you weren't ****
"Remember when you inhaled gofio?
... pretending to own the mob,
And Elifio's lover,
But the doctor detected you an atrophy.
"That you are Ecuadorian, it is because of the geography!
That you make references, is for the bibliography!
What do you know how to write it's because of the orthography!
That you **** off» a lot it's the fault of ***********
"«I feel» something for you; take me an x-ray;
Don't worry, I photograph my heart.
For you to understand the video, Sofia;
My heart beats like white-crested elaenia.
"The dance your betrayal didn't choreographed.
I laugh, since maybe it filmographed
In another part of the scenography.
I saw you in bed with him, Sofia,
And with your mobile, I took a picture of you.
"Anyway: if I am born again, Sofia,
I will study ethnography
To evade you; love wrote:
Emil doesn't believe in your «love», and that stunted him."
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 2:39 PM UTC
You are Pascal
the ghost in my dreams,
and you are Emil
the spirit of my aspirations,
then there is Thomas
the visiting thought
that drifts uncalled into
the mystery of my being.
So here you are
a sorry bunch hiding
in the dark corners
of my mind.
Do you think Pascal
that you are wiser than me?
And you other two,
what about you?
Silence is what you are
for I know you
have answers
or none perhaps that
I could understand
And I cannot command you
though I should.
May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 8:47 AM UTC
A fan came to me and said: "Emil, how do you get out of the bad comments unharmed?" To which I replied:
«Once upon a time there was a snake from Equatorial New Guinea, juggling a circus; One day, the owner fired her because "supposedly" she had bitten one of her interlocutors. The snake tried to defend itself by saying that it had not done so, however, it did not work out. A month later, the snake got a job at a magic and party products store; the owner of the circus where the snake worked, entered, and without realizing that the snake was working in that place, he asked for leeches and left the establishment. What nobody knows is that the owner bought leeches to put them under the seats of the spectators, and that they bite the spectators, and fire one by one of their employees from the circus just because, And so, entering new personnel because, consequently, they had "bad acts"».
Moral: If you know who you are, no matter the time or the noun, you will always know that those who speak badly about you, or want you evil, is because they have a mirage of themselves, and that you have, they would like to possess it.
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 11:29 AM UTC