Samuel Menashe

Open your mouth To feed that flesh Your teeth have bled Tongue us out Bone by bone Do not allow Man to be fed By bread alone . . . . Continue Reading »

Oh we are many Some too fat Others so skinny Take us back . . . . Continue Reading »

She bows her head Submissive, yet Her downcast glance Asks the angel, “Why For this romance, Do I qualify?” ”Samuel Menashe August/September 2008 . . . . Continue Reading »

St. Askew’s shoe Shall always undo The earth tips And he does too Singing he sighs As a halo slips Over his eyes Slantwise . . . . Continue Reading »

Who would eat An egg you fry On the sidewalk In July? . . . . Continue Reading »

Eyes open to praise The play of light Upon the ceiling” While still abed raise The roof this morning Rejoice as you please Your Maker who made This day while you slept, Who gives grace and ease, Whose promise is kept. . . . . Continue Reading »

I wonder what the counterpart Of the patriot is in Heaven Or is Our Father well pleased By silence and implicit praise And we are at one with him breathing Like a translucent plant that creates Itself in each leaf”a paradise of light . . . . Continue Reading »

She bows her head Submissive, yet Her downcast glance Asks the angel, “Why For this romance, Do I qualify?” . . . . Continue Reading »

Each thing has its tangent Angel or ghost to keep it From the overwhelming host . . . . Continue Reading »

There is never an end to loss, or hope I give up the ghost for which I grope Over and over again saying Amen To all that does or does not happen” The eternal event is now, not when . . . . Continue Reading »