The House of Noph

Glimmer

2009-11-04T19:45:00.000-08:00

When nothing doing in between
it gives me courage to be still
that Robert Frost had often seen
rains hewing a stony hill.

I am picked up by gentle forks
and sent on wings of paper planes.
So I fill the air with good works
and let it kiss your window panes.

The Dribble

2009-11-02T18:18:00.000-08:00

Dribble dribble orange ball.
You're not like planet earth.
Planet spins as spirits fall.
Spirits rise when basketball
touches my hand with its mirth.

Touches my hand like a club.
Draws me near as a crib.
Smiles at me like a scrub.
Pokes me in a hidden rib
where my T-Shirt gets a scrub.

Dribble onto piece of cup
smiling at my little toe
smeared with the wrong ketchup.
Dribble dribble only so,
so that ketchup only toe.

So that ketchup on a ketch
such a so as an As.
Dribble dribble, patch the patch,
as the saying dribble says.
Patch the patch the dribble says.

* * *

2009-11-01T19:10:00.000-08:00

The dreamy fountain refuses sips
as the dove eyes a neighboring lark.
Black keys, nimble fingertips
why are you jogging in the park?

The heavens sway from too much drink.
The crows burp Amen to that.
The housemaid cleans somebody's sink.
On her crown perches the elected cat.

He will not saunter in the park
nor see the crows firsthand.
The fountain's graffiti mark
wont feel the housemaid's hand.

Those fingertips might fall in lark.
And some will guess with who.
Perhaps with black keys in the park
and by the fountain too.

Hey ho and vessel of cheese.

2009-11-01T14:56:00.000-08:00

How Homer always likes to laugh.
Peter sports flatulence.
My boss is cruel to his staff
and gives an evil glance.
And Kyle is strict, and Eric wrong.
My coworker's name is Huang Wong.

A Smile's Place

2009-11-01T14:32:00.000-08:00

I'd love to find a smile's place.
A delicate smile on my face -
don't shatter it night and day.
I'll place it on my silver tray.

I'd love to find a smile's place.
That reptile in a reptile race
colored shades of green and grey
will slither or crawl away.

I'd love to find a smile's place
in hell on high-heels with a lace,
in love, any season but in May
in any season is OK.

I'd love to find a smile's place
where the score does not erase,
where the choir doesn't neigh
where jelly cellos play.

Don't Clown with a Clown

2009-10-29T15:08:00.000-07:00

I eased to lie on the table,
a chair in each hand,
as long as I was able
to feel above the land.
And when the sun trickled down
I now was holding strong
onto the hopes of a clown
as onto something long.
I knew there roars a time
for saying just Shalom,
for flipping up a dime
and not returning home.
But lying on the table,
a chair to each palm,
I summoned strength and was able
to kick my clown calm.

Awesome, Dude

2009-10-25T12:53:00.000-07:00

A friend told a friend told a friend
the world is going to end.
And I heard on my end
all rules will break or bend.

An overwhelming fear beats.
The truth is out - beauty - Keats.
This engorged awe spills like rain
and washes pure our mental grain.

And let all wither, let all roll
down the slope of your judgment call.

We us our's everything is fever

2009-10-05T14:08:00.000-07:00

I burst with headache and a fever
like a thing out of its cocoon.
I don't know what is forever.
I hope it isn't soon.
First I must pop a black balloon.

I burst with headache and a fever
like a thing out of its cocoon.
It's so easy just to sever
two slices off the moon,
while hugging a popping black balloon.

Cocoons, a headache and a fever,
unraveling lampoon.
I do not dream it's clever
to pine in the afternoon
after a popped balloon.

The days and times of current days and time

2009-10-04T19:18:00.000-07:00

The Tabernacle swallowed me,
and I spilled my religion out.
The stain tipped the soul at sea
as the truth is tall and stout.

The Tabernacle it swallowed us
but we kicked our prayers up
like upward rises lowdown cuss
and peace lands in a cup.

# 3

2009-05-19T14:29:00.000-07:00

My lips are dry and somewhat parched.
My neck it twisted, back is arched
over the road the chickens marched.
They came first before the eggs.
They tiptoed on their chicken legs.
But why, but why the question begs.

What the ...

2009-05-15T14:16:00.000-07:00

I slirp, drinking, embibing the drops of work related compass.

Do not compare me to a monkey.
Or else I'll he-he-ha-ha-hoo.
And you'll be beaten by a donkey.
And you wont know why or who.

The Sandwich Garbage

2009-01-30T10:27:00.001-08:00

You'll go to hell for many sins,
for throwing sandwiches not the least.
Your world - unending middle east
for flopping food down garbage bins.

You'll go to hell for chewing food.
You will be punished there by Kurds.
Although it might have tasted good
you should have given it to birds.

Medical Dissertation

2009-01-25T18:41:00.000-08:00

Check out Louis C.K.
on you tube everybody.
Burn, bake and slay
every body.

No don't listen to me, don't rush.
On your tongue I suspect Oral Thrush.
Listen to the signs of your body
sinking sucked through a gaudy
moor. No don't listen to me. Hush.
No, listen to me, also hush.

Behold the one who comes

2009-01-20T21:07:00.000-08:00

Rav Shach would say --
let daily two hours
the Ethics sway
your bed of flowers.

Each drop of dew
reflects the day
a gentle Jew
is killed away.

Away we stream,
and one by one,
and beam by beam,
and bun by bun.

But via one cable -
yes - cable via,
phone if you're able
the Messiah.

Gran Torino. Part I

2009-01-18T18:46:00.000-08:00

Now I would like to introduce you slowly to a poem I wrote to tell about Noph. This poem rhymes which means it is superior to much of modern poetry that has done away with rhyme and meter. This is because rhyme and meter give structure and constraint to the language of the poem. And anything that has structure and measure is more beautiful and worthy of praise than something unstructured, random, thoughtless or ambiguous. So here is the poem I wrote to tell you about Noph.

Angel Noph is love of what
for a war is ever fought.
Noph - it means to sloppy spit
Noph is love on which you sit.

Loves you Angel Noph, the son
of Georgiel who weighs a ton.
He does whistle, he does sing
of a Sandwitch in his Wing.

Soars and hovers lonely Wing
flapping, flapping, hovering,
always straight and to the right
in Ten Heavens under Light.

All good things fly to the right -
to the right and always straight.
All except lone men at night:
who will wash the sandwitch plate?

Plates of Light in heavens burn,
in Ten Heavens over men.
They alone the Light discern.
They who count up to Ten.

No sandwiches. Plates none.
Where is he the Angel son
of Georgiel? Where is Noph?
Who is he the wing is of?

Wait, the wing is not at all -
neither fat, thin, short or tall.
Only nothing, only air
flies and blows the world's despair.

Soda, really

2009-01-16T10:06:00.001-08:00

In Soda one can peek and poke.
In Lemon Soda there is smoke.
And Rabbi Hertz does not betray
those who peek and poke away.

Mangment Technology

2009-01-15T17:53:00.000-08:00

Ho. Ho. Hee. Ho.
A louse in a house.
A gerrymandering Pole.
Hoo Ho. Hoo Hoo.
If foot could talk to sole.
A yellow stain in the snow.
Hee Ho. Hoo Ho.
A titter stitter on a toe.

That pen there is making me thirsty.

2009-01-15T11:48:00.000-08:00

My pen is like a pencil
(that useful utensil
that writes in carbon dark)
though missing an eraser
its markings to unmark.
And both are like a marker.
All wouldn't be so dark
but being so much darker.

Toothpicking in September

2008-09-15T21:15:00.000-07:00

From between nights to between days
select distinct toothpicks in September.
So that when you pick you'll remember
to keep a trembling smile on your face.

Baseball

2008-09-15T21:08:00.000-07:00

I will take you to a game
where mud and heaven pile,
where prayers are aflame,
where players stand in file,
where balls are hard and sandy.
Heat will lick you like a candy.

More Singing

2008-08-08T11:10:00.000-07:00

We never sang together
a pleasurable moan.
Like plucking off a feather
you always sang alone.

When it's Prohibited

2008-08-07T08:27:00.000-07:00

On Sabbath I cannot write
you letters. From much wine
my shut eyes are scrunching tight,
kosher and asenine.

I Love

2008-08-07T08:17:00.000-07:00

I love the Sabbath song
we used to sing together.
Made in my mind the long,
engorged and veined weather.

The Art of Circumcision

2008-08-01T08:53:00.000-07:00

When I had a foreskin
I'd quickly unfetter
the soul's inner force in
one capital letter.

Tofu Cake

2008-07-31T16:19:00.000-07:00

I sing about the tofu cake
It's something which I sing about.
When brought in touch with sour kraut,
at night it keeps the soul awake.
It floats, like lilies in the lake,
in soup, besides a steaming steak.
It was what mama used to make:
the toughness of a tofu cake.