Archive for July, 2009

Beware of God: A JAP lent me a book

July 30, 2009

“Shalom aleichem!”
“What am I supposed to do with that?” she asked.
The poor Brooklyn JAP.
She didn’t know.
So I should keep it a sod,
a geheimnis?
Of course I told her!

She smiled,
Gave me her apple,
Then started kvetching
About all her Yentas texting
her. They shouldn’t?
Of course they should!

When she kvetches about
the 3 options fisher,
the 40 overweight goy
who disowns not only her but
all her Facebook friends,
and how she can’t find a standup guy.
What, they should be silent?

“Change your standards!”
“Trust the universe!”
“You should be so picky!”
Her Crossing Delancey Yentas opine.
She cups her hand,
air strokes twice,
looks at the ceiling and sighs:
“What, You can’t help me out?”

I laugh, recognizing the stroke sign
from high school Mensch friends.
I work on her apple and watermelon,
Nod understandingly. Tell her:
“Write to Yenta: ‘God Himself rang the doorbell.
I even answered it.
Saw a nothing.’
See what Yenta says.”

She wonders if I should bold
the copy. It works.
The namesake of the first king
of Israel doesn’t pick up stones.
I return the apple;
sling a few gentle
words about tea,
and leave.

She runs down the hall.
Like Fiddler on the Roof.
But this time the JAP
Reaches out to GoyBoy;
lent me a book
by Shalom (Peace) Auslander (foreigner):
“Beware of God.”

Like that should mean something?

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Sometimes Demonized Coaches Need Angelic Coaching: A Revolutionary IMprov Poem

July 27, 2009

She sits alone.
Stares at the phone:
New, unbidden demons
unleashed in her home.

A couple of calls!
That’s all
it took.
And her world was shook.

Then,
through another medium,
she hears new, angelic voices,
again:

“You’ve opened my sight!”
“You’re changing my me.”
“You were right!”
“Thanks to you, I see
freely!”

And the demons fade,
and aren’t even as much,
as drying dew in the glade,
due to the lives she’s touched.

Confused Work Rhythm Blues: A Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem

July 24, 2009

Does everyone decide/
simultaneously/
when 2 slide/
and when 2 stop?/
When to work hard/
and when not?/
How does that work?/
How does that go?/
I never got/
that memo.

A Late Night Failure Musings Sonnet: Why are Life and Love so Confusing?

July 23, 2009

As I’m here
past Midnight, musing;
I wonder what makes
Life and Love so Confusing?

There’s much left undone
in this imperfect me;
but why are failures
and not positives seen?

I’m improving.
At least, I try.
Look at the good
in me, atypical guy.

(No, that’s not a typo.
I thought you should know).

Revealing Myself to a Relationship Coach: A Revolutionary IMprov Poem

July 22, 2009

Now I stand/
on the golden shore/
feet stuck in the sand;/
revealing more/
than I ever had before./
Wondering/
if I’m blundering./
Or if/
revelation is a gift.

Abandonment When UR Quiet: A Romantic ConTEXTing Poem

July 21, 2009

Yer abandonment concerns/
make u leave me alone./
Yer fear says/
“B careful!/
He’ll leave you alone!”/
So U/
neglect 2/
write, text, phone./
But who’s/
being left undone?

Doubt the Seed of a Weed: A Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem

July 19, 2009

Doubt is a seed/
it grows faster than faith/
because it’s a weed/
and in every case/
it chokes faith out/
without a doubt,/
unless we forget it/
and don’t let it.

Old Chocolate Cake: a Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem

July 13, 2009

I made a mistake/
of eating old/
chocolate cake:/
Checked 4 mold./
It sat/
in back/
interior/
of black/
car/
many days./
The error of my ways?/
I knew b4/
I’d lust 4 more.

Rain Tap-Tap Dances My Window Pane: a Romantic ConTEXTing Poem

July 12, 2009

Gentle new rain/
tap-tap-taps/
my window pane:/
I nap./
Dreamy u/
in my arms/
I feel anew/
your touching charms.
I again sleep/
deep.
I am luckier/
than getting lucky.

Sunny Beach Kinnear: A Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem

July 10, 2009

Juanita_Beach_Kirkland_KinnearHere/
is a Kinnear!/
You should/
be here./