An Oade to Rabbis who Twitter

Dear My Heavens sake of Light
There is a new kind of tight
A man so fine that he is so genuine
And he brings me my wisdom by sight
Thus the rabbi of the twitter age is born
It is he whom I seek to not ever reform
I hope that he continues his quest
To allow Israel to look at its best
And to twitter I say that
What I write can be hey
And when I type I will sound like the frey
But really its all just blessings of gay
So lets be frank and upright
And let the Jewish Leaders find their light
So that tomorrow when I daven
I will be ever so smitten with more sovereign
Intelligence that only befinds
A place in the heavens or the sky
But now you can find it online
In the twitter feed that
Sounds so genuine

The story of the goats and ducks

Once upon a time, there was a farm in the everglades of the national forest of America.
The forest was a busy place and it had all sorts of children and also many leprechauns and unicorns.  I liked the unicorns when I saw them dance in the forest, but the leprechauns were ugly and wore t-shirts that said "skyline".

The leprechauns would dance in the forest to the songs of the mice and elephants. 
It was a beautiful day and of course the mice and elephants were singing.

The leprechauns danced their bit and of course there was always a pen for the goats as well as a pond for the ducks.

The problem was however that the goats and the ducks did not always enjoy one anothers company.
The goats would live on the seeds from the buckets that the farmer would put out each morning and the ducks were also given seeds from a different bucket. 

Unfortunately the goats would finish their seed and then go and eat the seed of the ducks also.
This usually was ok because the ducks really did not eat their seed very fast.
But eventually there were times that the ducks simply did not have enough to feed on in the morning.  They would have to wait until the evening for the farmer to come and bring them more seed.

The goats were feeling ok because the ducks were always out swimming and having a good time.  The goats on the other hand might only be able to wash their beards and tails in the stream.  This bothered the goats because they saw that the ducks would be able to swim and splash in the water.
The goats unfortunately were limited to the play pens that they were given.  There was no floating and there was no quacking either.
It was ugly in the everglades farm that was nestled in the forest. 
Along came an idea. 
Issues arose in the forest and the sale of unicorn treats was limited.  This was not a concern for the goats and the ducks did not even know that there were unicorns on the farm since they were in a place far from the pond. 
Solutions to the unicorn treat shortage came from the farmer who decided to mold some seeds for the ducks and goats into unicorn treats.   
When the goats saw that the unicorns were eating the seed, they got scared.  They decided that if the farmer could feed the ducks and the unicorns, there might not be much more seed for the goats to enjoy.  And the real problem was that the ducks were really living on the last of the seed and that the ducks would have been the first to look for more seed.
So if you are a goat, thank your lucky stars that you continue to get fed.  Because the real story is that the farmer really likes his duck pond.  The farmer might just build a fence that will keep you from eating the ducks feed as he now might have to cut back on the seed that he gives out. 

Six Fields of Safety

Saving the utilty.
Financing a better plan
A world exhumes greatness
When it is for the common man

Once I took a picture
Of a child in the street
He was cold and grey and empty
And was his duty too great?

Silence in a rustic shelter
A nickel on the stairs
With hope there will be plentitude
For that the children stare

So build up a new community
And label it with trust and favor
With all good hope it will exist
And nothing for us to not savor

The apples come in the springtime
And the oranges grow on trees to gold
With silence there is good safety
In the world that Moses built

So love for ten more years
And give to those who feel some pain
And exist to name your children
After those who trust remains

Orchestras of plenty
And solutions of decency and respect
Order todays multitude
To work and pay their rent

Silence before the storm
Was the warning to the cherry blossoms that play in democracy
A child will be born tomorrow of the rags that we give him
And tomorrow justice can show peace the way

Thanksgiving Day Football Poem

Kickoff to Dallas
Another three yards ahead
Pass to Detroit
The snow is really still light
But tomorrow is Black Friday
And I will break my piggy bank
To get that special someone
Something that really is
Just simply fun frivolity
So that I get a nice kiss
When I deserve it most
Happy Thanksgiving.

Turkey Day Poem

Grace and Love
And dignity above
We offer to our LORD
Blessings that are assured
With the gravy and the yams
I can open up my hand
And thus tomorrow for all
There will be leftovers to call
And thus another year flies by
As we all look to the sky
And know that tomorrow
The snow will be afallen again.

Love Genuine

In the distance sings a melody
A rapture of the most explicit kind
A dog watches slowly as the outhouse is vacated
Such is the answer of a poverty stricken soul

Thus I beg and Thus I crave
And thus I walk
And thus I strain
But today I steel
For the heart is not mine
And I wait for the gorgeous answer
Of my love genuine.

Supplant my knowledge with wisdom
And enter my heart with a trawel
I ask that you answer my prayer
With a love genuine

So today is a good day
And tomorrow a new day
And if you want to stay home
I will love you all day

But be good to me today
For tomorrow I will stay far
For tomorrow I seek out
The answer to the fact
That today I miss
That love Genuine
That was there for me today
But not for the sleet of the rain in my eyes.

Ode to Sleeplessness

Sleep come when you will
I will await thee with a thrill!
I slept once with the drugs
Yet now I work to halt my pain and suffering
How does it be
That sleep only comes at its own pace
So that I must stay up
And try to erase
The smiley faces I made
All day long
From upon my face
As I await slumber
With a high priority
And thus laugh at the
Chagrin that tells me to
Swim