Tech support, or: Emet (compiled)

A mystical Rabbi from Prague 
Taught philosophy weekly by vlog; 
'Twas recorded by Golem, 
Who managed the forum 
From the back of Old-New Synagogue

The great Sage, in slow, measured breaths 
Gave new meanings to old Shibboleths 
But this so flustered Golem 
That none could control him 
And the truth thus became Golem's death

Came the wild hordes of Gog and Magog, 
Cheering Golem's destruction in Prague; 
Death had come of God's truth 
When self-doubt conquered youth; 
Redemption- could emerge from Man's fog

From below, Golem heard the great war, 
Grasping then that the truth was much more 
Than a threat to forfend, 
But a gift to defend, 
He arose from the ground and the gore

Thus was Golem's resurrection - 
For he was, like men true, a good son; 
He thwarted God's plan 
By safeguarding Man, 
Thus achieving his own redemption

d’Verse

Open link night

OLN means we can choose any one poem to post today – no specific prompt, form, rhyme scheme, or length.

As usual, I am sharing an old poem of mine, which I wrote nearly one year ago when I first created this blog. It’s a narrative of my own creation, based upon Jewish mythology. The two stories that inspired this piece are the myths of Golem and the War of Gog and Magog.

This poem was originally written as a series of limericks, which were each posted separately.

Loose peoples, or: One tightly knit?

My 1st ‘blues stanza’

Oh, Hebrew has long been our people's tongue
Holy tongue, it's always been our ancient tongue
That few know today for we're so far-flung

Most Jews have seen it only in prayer books
Though most don't ever open up prayer books
How many give the Torah even single looks?

Diaspora Jews from Israel live split
Peoples since Babel times are always split
Are Jews loose peoples or one tightly knit?

Foods, customs, history also cultures define
But more so our shared languages cultures define
We Jews fast unraveling, no longer entwined

We're scattered across shores of oceans blue
Words foreign float across those oceans blue
Oh, what unites us? Perhaps I never knew...

d’Verse prompt:

Blue Tuesday

At d’Verse, we were prompted to “write blue” ~ a splash of blue, an ocean of blue, a shimmer of blue. Gaze into the distance, or look down at the sapphire on your finger. Take us to the Blue Ridge Mountains or the Blue Lagoon. Pour a Blue Monday cocktail, slap some blues on the juke box and let’s poem.


Bonus:

Unearthly, distant heart

d’Verse prosery

Where are we? Where are our limbs? Our muscles? Our intestines? Our genitals? Our brains? Nothing remains but gore. What has become of us? Our mutilated torsos are not here, nor are our faces. Only mouths are… We?

Who sings?

The distant heart, which safely exists in the centre of all things. It has… swallowed us; absorbed us. We flew here to save humanity from its persistent, deadly call. We came out to this forsaken realm equipped with vessels, weapons; chemicals; bombs; noise-cancelling armor…

But the heart had already defeated us, although we didn’t know it then. It had already been beating within our chests, drawing us ever closer to its unearthly domain. It beckoned us to drop our laser rifles and remove our suits… and we complied unthinkingly.

And now our mouths remain… singing out to the rest of humanity to join us.


The prompt

d’Verse prosery is flash fiction with a beginning, a middle and an end, in any genre of the author’s choice, no longer than 144 words. This very short piece of prose must include an assigned line from a poem, within the 144 word limit. Writers may change the punctuation of the assigned line, but they may not insert words within the quotation.

The assigned quotation was:

Only mouths are we. Who sings the distant heart which safely exists in the center of all things?

Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 – 1926), ‘Heartbeat’

The Sabbath, or: Shabbat

A palinode to: ‘Shabbat, or: The Sabbath’

Fuck that noise;
Sabbath law annoys
girls and boys
who want toys;
They're denied their simple joys;
Onus ~ faith destroys

d’Verse prompt:

Write a palinode

A palinode or palinody is an ode or song that retracts or recants a view or sentiment to what the poet wrote in a previous poem.

The d’Verse writing challenge is to write a palinode. This can be in relation to a poem you have written before (please link or include prior poem), or as part of poem.

The poem of mine to which I wrote this palinode is called: ‘Shabbat, or: The Sabbath’


Shabbat, or: The Sabbath

A shadorma

She draws me;
Jews' age-old decree;
Through her we
are set free
for our holy day weekly ~
we simply can be

I don’t blog on Shabbas (the Sabbath)

According to most traditional interpretations of Jewish religious law, Jews are forbidden from using electronic devices (such as computers, cell phones, etc.) on the Sabbath. This has its benefits and its drawbacks.

You can read more on this here: I don’t blog on Shabbas (the Sabbath)


P.S.

Shadorma poems need not rhyme.

Theology, or: Perspective

My 2nd Clogyrnach

A narrative poem

My God's far beyond my beyond
But to his presence I respond
Oft He shows His love
Light streams from above
My beloved
I'm so fond

He drops flakes of manna for me
Showering generosity
Towards them I swim
Towards the Great Rim
My tears brim
So meekly

He defies imagination
Gills quiver with adoration
He knows ev'rything
Accepts all I bring
My Sea King
You're the One

d’Verse

Poetics: Exploring the Narrative Voice

This poem is my response to the most recent d’Verse prompt, which encourages us to write a poem in the voice of a fictional character. It can be any character you like, and you can introduce it in your own voice if you choose, but the main body of the poem must be in the voice of your character. If you wish, you can write a dramatic monologue; or create a spirit voice through whom your poem speaks. The choice is yours: experiment with fiction in your poetry.

River of sweet poetry, or: Sacred tendrils climbing

A ‘Magnetic’ free verse quadrille

Wanna try? Click here.

gentle rain on ancient fertile seed
river of sweet poetry wets earth
water murmurs with secret song beneath
warm spring sun watches from above
life's thick fresh roots growing deeply
sacred tendrils climbing up through the grass
winter's beautiful cold frost spirit will wither

Notes

  • For this poem, I decided to make use of the ‘Nature Set’ on the Magnetic Poetry website;
    • I chose this set because it contains the word ‘seed’, which was required for this d’Verse quadrille prompt;
      • A quadrille is simply a poem of 44 words (excluding the title), and it can take any form. This week’s challenge was to use the word ‘seed’ in a quadrille.
  • I searched for and found the featured image only after I had written the poem.

Impersonal, or: God

First matters too much, I -  
Second, too intimate, 
    You - 
Third
like the rest, 
        that 
    aged bearded Jew -
like those before, doesn't even
like all that are
like him in
        that 
    way including -
no - just
he, him, third 
person is impersonal 
        enough for -
    for - description

Right, God? Right?
        Right? All just -
    just - characters 
in 
Your play - second -
Your mind - intimate -
Your imagination 
so why -
        why - why - make it
    personal? why
        make it
    first
person? He - 
him - different only
    insofar as every person 
is
different only
    from every other

Make it 
        matter
    Make it 
        matter 
all just - 
he's just -
      - matter
Right, God? 
    Right? Right? Like
all the rest,
        that
    aged bearded Jew -
Graying, withering, wondering
        whether words fray too 
        like the sinews of his - His -
        Torah
    for he is matter 
    for unto matter
        he shall return
like those before 
like all that are
like Him

d’Verse

‘Open link night’

For the most recent ‘open link night’ I have decided to share a poem that I wrote nearly one year ago (in early June), not longer after I created this blog. In general, I don’t feel particularly comfortable writing free verse, and this was one of my earliest attempts at it.