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if i could

a discussion in class about choices,

mistakes,

decisions,

second chances,

 

and if you could do it over

would you?

should you?

could you?

 

said many students

they’d love

they’d want

they’d die

 

me?

not sure

don’t think

no.

 

wishing when it happened,

that it had gone differently.

that I said something else.

that some things didn’t happen at all.

 

those moments with the pause

of shame

of frustration

of desperation

 

smiles not meaning happiness

but, sarcasm,

but, grief

but isolation

 

people ask,

“Why do bad things happen to good people?”

“Only the good die young”

“She’s so sweet, but suffers so”

 

the unsatisfactory answer:

they can handle it

G-d loves them

it’s a test

 

i don’t know

if i’m a “good” person

if i “handled” it

if i’ve passed

 

i do know i’m here

to-day

just now

this moment

 

because of what

i’ve done,

didn’t do,

gone though,

 

all is

for better or worse,

the good with the bad

the joy in the sorrow

 

i am me,

because

despite

contrary

 

of

it

them

all

 

and i kinda like me.

so no,

so sorry

so, whatever.

 

i choose

no reset

do over

groundhog day.

 
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Posted by on January 14, 2013 in Musings, Poems

 

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My Own Test Run on Old Age (or a Haiku about the last thing I ate)

 

Old lady in home

She dunks crackers in juice. Me?

Cookies in coffee

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Posted by on July 14, 2010 in Food, Poems

 

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What to Write?

This post is guest written by my friend (and frequent commenter) Manly Lips/ Jennifer. It was written by my desperate request, because my mind is drawing a blank and I did want to leave you guys with nothing. Enjoy!

My lovely friend asked me to post a piece of written art

I wanted to refuse, but I just didn’t have the heart

She said that I can write of any topic that I choose

As long as it’s half-normal, a post that she can use

I thought a bit about it, staring at my screen

Weighing all my options – what was it between?

Should I write about my married life?

Nah, they’ll find it boring.

Stories of my kinderlach?

Ha! They’ll soon be snoring.

Dating stories? Oh dear, no – way too overused

College woes? I think not – none will be amused

What I need right now is a chunk of nice free time

With homework done, apartment clean – preferably before 9

Babies sleeping, me relaxing – well rested and fed

Cuddled up and cozy in my nice, warm, comfy bed

THEN I’ll have the stamina to fulfill this task

To think of something newsworthy – to do as I was asked

But, oh well, I’m quite afraid that to me it seems

The above will occur but only in my dreams. GOOD NIGHT!

 
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Posted by on February 17, 2009 in Poems

 

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I Say…

I wrote this poem in response to a student approaching me about some issues she was having with friends…this poem basically takes her talking for hours on end, running around in circles, and condenses it into 4, 4 line stanzas.

I feel for her.

I say I’m not the hugging type

So if you don’t

It’s not because

You don’t want to.

 

I say I’m not the phone type

So if you don’t

It’s not because

You don’t want to.

 

I say I’m not the hang out after school type

So if you don’t

It’s not because

You don’t want to.

 

I say I’m not the caring type

So if you don’t

It’s only because

I let you.

 
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Posted by on January 5, 2009 in Poems, Teaching

 

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My Life: In Verse

I found some notes I took at a Literacy seminar over the summer.

 

The speaker had us quickly jot down where we found poetry in our lives.

 

This is what I wrote:

 

My hate the world days

Standing by a friends chupah

Insomniac night wishing I could fall asleep

The things I do to procrastinate

The silent moments between friends

The awkwardness of first impression

Taking off new shoes that hurt so much but look so good

Walking away from a tiff and coming up with the perfect retort a moment later

Watching a storm from safety of my window

Cold fingers that are outside my blanket holding my book

The anticipatory moment before I eat something

Waking up to the smell of brewed coffee

 

Where is the poetry in your life?

 
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Posted by on December 15, 2008 in Poems

 

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I Can’t Keep

I can’t

keep a manicure (chip-free)

for more than

2 days

but I am

a

Lady

for

2 days

 

I can’t

keep my hair (frizz-free)

for more than

2 hours

but I am

a

Lady

for

2 hours

 

I can’t

Keep my nylons (run-free)

for more than

2 wears

but I am

a

Lady

for

2 wears

 

I can’t

keep myself from caring (conscious- free)

for more than

groups of 2

but I am

a

Lady

 

STILL

 
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Posted by on December 9, 2008 in Poems

 

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I Like Me (Ergo)

We were having a discussion in class about choices,

 mistakes,

decisions,

second chances,

and if you could do it over again

would you?

 

So many of my students said

they’d love to start over

Do it again.

I didn’t want to.

I can think of so many things that when they happened,

I wished had gone differently.

That I had said something else.

That had known something.

That some things just didn’t happen at all.

 

People always ask,

“Why do bad things happen to good people?”

and then the defeating

answer

“because they can handle it and Hashem loves them.”

(that answer never satisfied me)

 

I don’t know if I’m a “good” person

or if I “handled” it…

Hashem loves me,

that I do know,

but I’m here today because of everything,

I’ve done,

didn’t do,

gone though,

experienced…

                    for better or worse,

                    the good with the bad…

 

I am me, because of it…

 

And I kinda like me.

                                                              

                                                                                 So no,

                                                                                 I’m not gonna go for a

                                                                                                              do over.

 
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Posted by on December 5, 2008 in Poems, Teaching

 

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