WIKIPEDIA: According to the Bible, Galilee was named by the Israelites and was the tribal region of Naphthali and Dan, at times overlapping the Tribe of Asher's land.

Bnei Bilhah are of an ancient origin. In the Hebrew migratory tradition begun more than two millennia ago, an Israeli remnant migrated into Africa with many Danites from Northeast Africa migrating back to their tribal allocations in Israel, such as Tel Aviv, besides emerging Naphtalite communities throughout Mainland Africa, including Levitical Islanders from Haiti, Jamaica, Madagascar, Papua New Guinea, and Australia, as well as a Mixed Multitude comprising the African Diaspora from the United States of America settling Southwest of the Sea of Galilee.

ልጥፎችን በመለያ Poem በማሳየት ላይ። ሁሉንም ልጥፎች አሳይ
ልጥፎችን በመለያ Poem በማሳየት ላይ። ሁሉንም ልጥፎች አሳይ

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Tikkun Meroz



From Hayim Nahman Bialik's poem Birkat 'am (People's blessing, Adar II 5654/March 1894):
?וְלָמָּה, הַמְפַגְּרִים, פַּעֲמֵיכֶם כֹּה בוֹשְׁשׁוּ
?הַעֶבֶד יִשְׂרָאֵל, הַאִם בְּנֵי מֵרוֹז
Why did your steps hesitate so much, you stragglers?
Are Jews slaves, are they Meroz' sons?

The Innocence of Solomon by Nicomedes Márquez Joaquín

Sheba, Sheba, open your eyes!
The apes defile the ivory temple,
the peacocks chant dark blasphemies:
but I take your body for mine to trample,
I laugh where once I bent the knees.
Yea, I take your mouth for mine to crumple,
drunk with the wisdom of your flesh.
But wisdom never was content
and flesh when ripened falls at las:
what will I have when the seasons mint
your golden breasts into golden dust?
Let me arise and follow the river
back to its source: I would bathe my bones
among the chaste rivulets that quiver
out of the clean primeval stones.
Yea, bathe me again in the early vision
my soul tongued forth before your mouth
made of a kiss a fierce contrition
salting the waters of my youth…
Sheba, Sheba, close my eyes!
The apes have ravished the inner temple,
the peacocks rend the sacred veil
and on the manna feast their fill-
but chaliced drowsily in your ample
arms, with each brief bliss that dies
my own deep sepulcher I seal.

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"after watching David Blaine"
Figure It 
The plan
Was to be lifted
By balloons 
And vanish
Into the atmosphere,
But the real end 
Of endurance, as we know,
Is the thing
Without escape: 
Shackled to the gyroscope
Or buried in the tank,
Ice-block encoffined. 
The body wastes like
A hermit thronged about
On his desert pillar— 
The body
Like a glamorous clock,
Like publicity, 
This willful suffering, which
Encourages in the spectator
A delicate propinquity, 
Learning in the nearness
Only that
To last is better than the lesson, 
Not a prelude
To victory,
Not unemployment but 
An agon
—time and self—still
In a small space within

A huge space.
Some would call it
'Doing being ordinary. 
The thing is to
Last,
Holding the breath past collapse 
Until monotony passes
Into wonder
And no one is thinking of something else.

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Idle Sacrifice


I don't allow myself
Time

To comprehend the dish
In front o'me: all I know

Knives are sharp.
Arm's steady.
Vision clear.

Your wild reflection is mine to
Consume.

Archipelago

First  
by David Cooper 
A betrothed couple were kidnapped by heathens
who married them to each other.
On their wedding night said she to him, "don't touch me:
you haven't given me a ketubah"; 
and from that day to the day he died he didn't.
At his funeral she told the assembled,
"mourn this man who, even more than Joseph,
controlled his desires. Joseph 
never shared his bed with his temptress, but this man did;
Joseph wasn't married to her, but this man was."

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Calling All Daughters of Jerusalem



Medinat Weimar, Sambatyon, Khazaria
Your exile is your whiteness

If you lose your Map
The horsemen will have their way

With you in the Wilder Nest
Where the Clouds Withdrew and Left U.S.

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AKHDOS

"There are two ways we can come together as a people: either through a sense of joy and a sense of thanksgiving and praising G-d and understanding the goodness that we have or when our backs are against the wall and we have to come together." R' Avraham Arieh Trugman 

I attended two funerals, today
I did not bother to bring an umbrella
Or flower
Or Bible
Ore date
A few others did
A few.

We are divided by denominations
We are divided by languages
We are divided by customs
We are divided by cultures
We are divided by politics
We are divided by names
We ar divided by tribes

Our colors are life and debt
We have been given two shades
One much deeper than the other

Tetragrammaton has no signature color

If people who knead
People do not come together

Ché will surely bind U.S.
Inn common danger

NOTE: Previous incarnation published in Asian Jewish Life.

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Se'ir Ascending


Yechezkel 35

Coke lines will be redrawn in September —
We'll be gone in September.
You'll be Gan in September.
 They'll be Gehenna in September.

WarGames until Splendor
In the Broke Glass
Ceiling.

The Basturds of Babylon
That stood with one left hand
 In Amalek's groin and one right hand
In The Valley of Ham@n Gog's grave

Will have their closeted Ashura Polls
Divided.
Their secret lovers
Aborted.
Their uncut genitalia
Mutilated.
Their ambidextrous Amrika home-
Sliced to smithereens.

When The Mulberry Trees sway in The East Wind
I will measure the contours of my forefather's scalps
Together, as we phantom climb the Mountain of our Seer:

Se'ir, later.

New Passover Poem: In Progress

Injustice You Shall Pursue

Many Jews update the seder by supplementing the recitation of the biblical plagues with the mention of contemporary "plagues" such as war, hatred, and disease. The Jewish Council on Urban Affairs' Immigrant Justice Haggadah counts as plagues "the detention of immigrants, unwarranted deportations, hate crimes, the denial of drivers' licenses and other services to undocumented immigrants, hopelessness, apathy, and fear of speaking out." The Love and Justice Haggadah includes in a tongue-in-cheek list of the plagues of contemporary life--"reality TV, muzak, and SUVs." Feminist haggadot add plagues such as sexism and violence against women; environmental haggadot mention the destruction of natural resources; and haggadot focused on inter-group relations speak of the plagues of prejudice and distrust. (MyJewishLearning.com).
"Heard on the Street Series: "I don't give a f^ how much money you got! You still live in Babylon, b^! BAB-UH-LON!" #sometimesilovelouisville"

Still a Ho, always a Ho.
Still a Bully, always a Bully.
Still a Thief, always a Thief.
Still a Snitch, always a Snitch.
Still a Drunk, always a Drunk.
Still a Sexist, always a Sexist.
Still a Loser, always a Loser.
Still a Cheater, always a Cheater.
Still a Wife-Beater, always a Wife-Beater.
Still a Child Abuser, always a Child Abuser.
Still a Racist, always a Racist.
Still a Homophobe, always a Homophobe.
Still an Islamophobe, always an Islamophobe.
Still a Nazi war criminal, always a Nazi war criminal.
Still an Animal, always an Animal.

The rest is just dusty commentary.

Mi'Hasherim


For Johanna Almiron on her engagement and my informal flames: Muzzle Tough!

I Hadassah crush
On y'all, Thoreauly

My striving curls of creuel tea,
Our shared Bea Arthur longing,

Your Keshet Skeletor closet,
Pregnant with clumsy chimney
Sleuths, swinging

Black and Forte...
Colores of my Eval
Hari-Carrie yearling-limo.

Smoke wrings
North-Westurn
Windy Tent Cuidados

Into Fields of Vocussion
Micro Goal Mine
Posts;

Often P.R. ruining
Nooses, while Mourning
Doves work Daniel's Den;

Freeing Robinyamin
Gideon's freezing
Bill's in Knots —

Landing
Brokeback Hardy Har-Har
Bong

Shits.

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Land Between The Seas

Once an illegal Alien Nation, always alienated
Once an immigrant, always a migrant worker
Once Orphan Annie, always Orphaned Land
Once a Slav, always a sweatshop worker
Once in exile, always Waiting to Inhale
Once Am Yisra’el, always Am Yisroyal
Once a wanderer, always wondering

A bout with The Auteur of Toyrah

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Intuit

Rumours of worse case scenarios swirl. The Real World freezes over. I am the only resident of Alaska, Russia formerly known as, that I know of. My shack was reconstructed with icy spikes, the facade of a minaret roof, inverted. Broken Heineken are embedded into igloo mortar. Sepia Stars, sigh. Less melodrama, nowadays. I have finally merited a fur burqa to show off, in kaleidoscope. Mirror-Mirror on the Firewalls: Charlie is a tacky chimney. On Demand and fugly. This summer of a thousand tundras, I was visited by Lightning Terriers in our bed of affliction, and came: Pre-ejacutalory ruins.