Backstory At The Jewish Agency for Israel, where I work in Jerusalem, there's an Office of Global Customer Experience (GCE), which is relatively new. Amir, the Director of GCE, is the creative sort, as one might expect, and he believes that any successful "customer experience" must begin with an organization's employees, whom he also considers… Continue reading Poetry for work
This pseudo- medical professional Drew conclusion odd, nonsensical; His eccentricity made me skeptical, For he employed jargon none too technical. Wildly, he declared: Nothin' hypothetical! Your testicles hang grossly asymmetrical! Wha- You think it imperceptible? No, trust me- My specialization's geometrical! With my doc's tools metrical- they'll come out identical! Moonwashed Weekly Prompt Nonsensical
Poetry Partners #103 'Doubtful Thoughts', a poem by Grace Y. Estevez - Reddy of 'Grace of the Sun' Doubts that swim inside my head, on my way but sit instead. Insecurities that spread, doubts that linger in my head. Took each step but feel misled, not suspecting I would dread. Doubts that float inside my… Continue reading Doubtful thoughts, or: Fed souls
An 'Eleventh Power' poem Hooray! I love to rhyme! So, I s'pose I will! 'Course, counting syllables is also great fun! No amount of wordplay could give me my fill; Poetic forms enchant; p'raps I'll try this one! It makes me feel good to hone my writing skills; And once I have finished, it feels… Continue reading Hooray! or: Oy Vey!
My 1st Virelai Ancien I know, I know! Rhyme is passé! A game that little children play... But I feel young! Old school, they say, but who is 'they'? Besides, I never quite could stay my playful tongue. So, I suppose you'll have your say - Read to the end, then: yay or nay -… Continue reading Selious, or: Sirry
A rondelet Free verse is king, so it's thought... though -I- don't think so. Free verse is king; behave, and you may kiss its ring. Are you a poet? Wanna go pro? Well, rhyming submissions? Just: NO. Free verse is king!
A rhyming quadrille Luke Glueck was the Duke of the uke; he’d get drunk and twang like a kook. His drinking and juking drew rebuke, cuz every damn’d night he would puke and collapse on the floor, his brain nuked. It’s no wonder Luke always got rooked! A d'Verse prompt The above free verse poem… Continue reading Duke of the uke, or: Patsy
A schuttelreim He stood out among Jewish folks, For Jesus knew too fewish jokes!
The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱 
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