Creative Writing: Poetry

Procurando Meu Canto

Achei minha voz
Conheci os amigos
Relembrei meus avós.

Procurando meu canto
Senti minha dor
Lavei minha alma
Expirei meu calor.

Procurando meu canto
Construi minhas casas
Reatei as raizes
Soltei minhas asas.

Procurando meu canto
Cantei pra Você
Encontrei, finalmente,
Minha razão de viver.


Bedtime Shemah

I have died
So many times
That when I go
It won't be new

My eyes will close
My mouth ajar
I'll say the words
I know are true:

There is no doubt
There is no I
There's only Truth
There's only You

Then, wrapped in white
I'll wait and see 
The Heavens' first
Light shades of blue

I'll give my thanks
And wash my hands
Shake off the dust
And start anew.

I am the Place

In which you sit

Life, vest,

Oxygen, mask.

I am the belt

Holding you tight

Buckling and

Unbuckling.

I am the seat

That makes you float

If you hug me

Against your chest.

I am the One

Who comforts you,

Pilot now signaling

It is safe to stand.

Jacob, Israel

I try so hard

In every way

To get Your smile

And get Your say

Perhaps one day

After all that trying

After all that living

After all that dying

My seeds will grow

To become trees

And testify

About that child

And then that man

Who tried so hard

And finally got

What he couldn't see.

Yom Yerushalayim

Chega o dia que cansa
Ser manso, pacato
Sensato palhaço
Chega a hora que explode
A força enforcada
Feroz e selvagem
Com garras, coragem
Jumento tornado
Tigre de fogo e carvão
Reconquista por fim
O próprio coração
Cidade da paz
E temor.


Nepal

Completely nothing
He couldn't move
His mind a daze
His world confused

Not knowing
If he was coming
Or he was going.

Out of fuel
For quite some time
His body failing
As were his rhymes

He'd sing
His final song
And then he'd go.

Then he remembered
An ancient shepherd
Who worked for love
For seven years, then seven more

They went by slow
But even so
They were like days.

He too felt dead
For quite some time
And yet he knew, he surely knew
That like the dew

He'd be revived.

PS: : "Love is as strong as death" (Song of Songs 8:16)



It Comes as No Surprise

That outside the
Land of giants
Everything again
Feels so small.

If after 9 months
It took me
Almost a decade
To settle,

Is it really a shock
That I'd return
With my head again
In those clouds?

No longer breathing
Its air, bathing
In Its water,

No longer standing
On Its earth, warm
From Its fire.

It's all
To be expected,
Yet painful
All the same.

PS: Israel has four main holy cities:Jerusalem (fire), Hebron (earth), Tiberias (water) and Tsfat (air)

In the Holy Land

The angels I've seen
Have no chubby cheeks,
Fluffy feathers or wings.

They have just direction
To give and care deeply,
Few words, hardly any expression.


Alive at Week's End

Not because
I earn or
Spend

But because
I yearn,
Expand.

Weak finished,
I learn to
Stand

Witness,
Return, and
Mend.

Some Times

No matter how right
And successful
The operation,

How strong the bond
And bright the light
After the darkness,

The wound remains
And the heart still
Beats a bit broken.


I Don't Have All the Answers

I don't have all the answers
Not even the questions.

All I have is the will
To learn and to change.

And that's all I need.


Allah huAkhbar

G-d is Great

He is All and

More

People peep

Like mice at bar

Holes

And make Him

small.

The Left Leg

Was never meant
To be the head.

I hold my own
But seek balance
In my right twin.

I flex and bend
So not to brake.

Protect my toes,
My heal and soul
With my thick skin.


Come and see

Come and hear,
Smell and touch,
Taste and fear,
Love so much.

Come and sing.

Come and heal,
Smile and try,
Dance and feel,
Laugh and cry.

Whatever you do,
Make sure to come.
Uman Uman Rosh Hashana...


In the Morning

In the morning
I wrap myself
With explosives
Close to my heart,
Arms, and head.

I search for
The biggest crowd
Of Jewish men,
Covering my face
With a cloak.

I anxiously wait
To sacrifice
Body and Soul,
Lighting a Fire
For Life, and not death.


Surrounded by Distant Family

Sitting in a gymnasium,
Praying for their release
I could not help but think that
We are all kidnapped children.
(Literally, Tinokot sheNishbe'u)

Yet, we too are not alone.
We are One, and we have each other.
We've been united and must remain so,
For that is the ultimate goal, the only way out,
The source of our redemption.

Return us to You,
And we will return, together.
Bring back your boys.


After a Long Day

I opened up my computer and
A pop-up window appeared.
It had a heart and read in pink:
"Does Skype power your passion?"

They do not know that Mine is
Vast and total.

If only there was a Skype for it,
Something to keep me connected.
If only I could see and still
Listen, talk, and live...

Then perhaps I would not feel
The emptiness.

The crater that remains from the blast
That formed me into a vessel,
Rendering other food tasteless and
The air outside of it impure.

Here, there is no way to fill
The void, I know.

There are but moments of brightness,
The promise of reward, and
The gratification in knowing that
I do not want or need it.

The only true reward is to serve
The One I love.

Everything else is just a
Flashing light on a screen
On which I must click,
and hit "OK."


The Heart of the Matter

When the soul first enters the body,
 It asks: "Why do I need all this opposition?
I already had a place to live,
So why do I have to conquer this one?"

With time, it realizes that to be truly whole
And holy requires both body and soul,
East and West, the Jerusalem above
And the Jerusalem below.


Some points

At some points,
I worried about
Sounding smart.
At some others,
Sounding funny.
Buy these days,
All I care about
Is sounding true,
Like my Self.


From my posts

Some people
May think
I'm crazy.

Of course,
I am.
Isn't everyone
Who is in love?

180

There's a lady

Who for years

I would see

On the street

Taking walks

Dragging half

Of her body.

She's here now

And I cannot

Believe my eyes.

Her back straight,

No longer angled

Forty-five degrees,

She is running.

Tag Me In Your Prayers

Tag me 

In your 

Prayers

Like what's

Behind

Purim

Masks

Beyond

Yellow

Electronic

Smiles

React

To More

Than just

Posts

And you

Will come

Face to

Face

With the

Fact that

I am

You

And our

Life is

In a

Book

Of the

Kind One

Has to

Open.

Some Times

No matter how right

And successful

The operation,

How strong the bond

And bright the light

After the darkness,

The wound remains

And the heart still

Beats a bit broken.

Just Paths

The truth is that

There's no quick fix

Just simply paths

Of the Tzadik.

No lasting signs,

Bright finish lines,

Cures from coffee,

Much less from wine.

There's no plateau,

Or staying still,

You either grow

Or you will wilt.

Just step by step,

That's all there is.

A few more up

Until you slip.

Then comes the trick,

To just restart,

Get up and go

Until you find

That brick by brick,

Through sweat and tears

A few mistakes 

And many fears

You've built a home.