ATT POETRY PEOPLE

A gigantic boom,

the scene of smoke,

the horrifying view,

our hearts broke.

The cries for help,

terrified screams,

the world has collapsed,

fire travels in streams.

people jumping,

plunging to their death,

with no other choice,

they held their breath.

the building collapsed,

in shambles in lied,

trapped people all over,

we hope they survived.

Maybe if I have patience I’ll write another better one later. This one is just whatever…

Blabla – whoa. How powerful. You know how well you write!

Observanteen – you write so well, it’s truly strong and expressed in such a nice way. Haven’t seen you around in a bit, missed you! BTW there’s ways of getting in contact if you’ve been following ..!

Thanks so much, blabla and observanteen

You were SO good in depicting that awful scene.

We just need bitachon in Avinu Malkenu

And we need Moshiach bimhayra viyamainu.

observanteen, hope it’s busy in a good way! Yeah, i know exactly what you mean (well, in my own way of course) when you say about HAVING to write – so did you write this because ayc asked for it or just because you felt the need to?! i use gmail btw. And because i couldn’t use just my user name i put “fh” for “flying high” before.

i love to write and i do write a lot but i don’t like to post it so publicly on here.. AYC do you write often too?

You’re computer has a filter so you can’t email to gmail.com? I think i’d share some of them privately, the ones that aren’t so “private”!

DESIGNER FASHION

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You know fashion designers like Vera Wang and Bill Blass

Who are considered Kings and Queens of elite fashion class

Whose goal is that their designs cause people to turn and stare

Who dictate to the rest of the world the current fashion flair

One year it’s slits, one year it’s tight

One year it’s short, to men’s delight

Exposing collarbones, elbows and knees

To the delight of any man who sees

They’ve apparently run short of fabric

On either side of the Atlantic

How can women be so blind

So as not to know the human male’s mind

Men are very visual creatures

So please cover your G-d given features

G-d is the BIGGEST fashion Designer

Who wants you to look refined and finer

He wants you to be attractive but not to attract

For you to be elegant but not to distract

You’re Hashem’s precious daughter whom He has blessed

So please Thank Him by the way you are dressed

PE

Thanks for your kind words.

“Just wondering, what made you think of this now”

These were replies in two other threads and just included them here. If you read the original threads, you’ll see why I wanted to write these poems.

How Far Walk to Shul?

NOT TZNIUS "BUBBIES" (also some fish, honey, and vinegar)

“can’t say it’s easy to do in action”

You get credit for each and every struggle, for every time you fight with yourself,for every bead of sweat, and not just for the final result.

L’fum tzaara agra

hi. its my first time checking out the coffee room and these poems are amazing!!!!!!!!!!!! i cud identify with so many of them especially blabla. amazing!

blabla: ur talent is outstanding. u should write proffesionaly. seriously.

Of course I had stomach aches (which was my excuse not to eat). They were so often and so bad, I checked it out by the doctor. I actually did have a tiny cut in one of my intestines (I think) and took medication for it. Interestingly enough, when my anxiety was gone, so were the stomach aches. Stomach aches are a real sign of anxiety.

Now, I’m not trying to be preachy or anything, but your sitting and waiting for some miracle to happen is not productive. Why don’t you order the CDs? Or go to your therapist? Or talk to a friend? Why don’t you do something to stop all this?

he is sitting on the side, face looks glum,

is as if hes saying, dont approach me, near me dont you come,

you think to yourself how stuck up,what an uptight guy,

but in reality he is only shy,

so please just smile at him or say hi,

you dont need a reason why,

you have no idea how good he will feel,

his mean look, may be a call for help, an appeal,

its one easy thing to do,

and you may change this persons life too,

just as you dont judge a book by its cover,

dont judge a person by the wall he puts up to feel safe, to hover…

No problem-yeah I asked her and my psych. and both said just tell yourself its anxiety and that’s why but its horrible! It comes so often and becomes physical pain! When I was little I also had it and went for medical tests cuz they thought it was real but was just anxiety! Its really crazy especially when I’m not home.

I love exercise! I try to do it as often as I can and I wish I owned a trampoline 🙂 Well, I’m off to exercise anyways right now so definitely great to know that it helps for stomach aches! The weird part is that I’m usually anxious that I’ll get a stomach ache so its a vicious cycle.

Not sure if its my place. Just a suggestion. Sometimes if you take small areas where you think you can do better and increase mitzvos etc…. it brings more light into the soul and it might help in these situations. A little light pushes out a lot of darkness. Hatzlacha

AYC – Thanks for explaining! “Aha” as they say..

Blabla, i’m so sorry for your struggle! How is it going? How was the exercise?

Puppy, i’m sorry that you can identify with esp. blabla.. it’s def. not easy and i wish it easier for both of you and everybody else.

gematria – nice poem! Def. an important point..

Middlepath, this is really something… do you have the song? I would love to hear it (too!)

Observanteen, do you have your filter on still?

Thanks, observanteen and PrincessEagle. I don’t currently have the recorded song, but I can record it again when I have time. I still know how to play it.

Princess, no. I didn’t get the chance to create a gmail acct. Probably will do tomorrow. Talk to you then…:)

puppy: Why don’t you do some research?

Dear Gematria,

You explain so clearly why he looks glum

And is so miserable when people don’t come

That he seems so desperately alone

And doesn’t get many calls on the phone

That people think he’s really uptight

And very stuck up, but that’s really not right

In essence he is just EXTREMELY shy

And just needs a smile with a very warm “Hi!”

This may get him to turn things around

And get others familiar with his voice’s sound

Won’t you please take the time to socialize with him

And because of YOU, his days won’t be so grim

Please encourage him to make the first move

It won’t be easy till he finds his groove

You will make his days SOOOOO much brighter

Till he’ll talk non-stop, you’ll want him to be quieter!

Dear Puppy,

What an amazing person you are

I see in you a shining star

Despite the fact that you don’t believe

You still practice and do not leave

You are searching for answers in your life

Despite your pain which must be sharp as a knife

You are SOOOO not giving up

You were so blessed with a Yiddishe kup

Just give yourself the time you need

It may take time, but don’t you speed!

You’ll be stronger at the end of it all

That’s what usually happens when we take a fall

Just keep writing in the meantime,

By the way, I loved your rhyme!

Can’t wait till I see you next

Don’t care if it’s in rhyme or in plain text!

For there’s a lot of support in this thread

So put down your book and write us instead!

Did you ever do research? Did you get answers to your questions? I know exactly how you feel, been there done that.

Puppy,

If you ever feel like sharing a concern

We’ll all try to answer by taking a turn

Since MANY have asked before you as well

The answers should help, as far as I can tell

blabla: why’s rosh hashana a hard time for you? Think of it as an oppurtunity to ask for a new happy year. Good luck!

PrincessEagle: I don’t work on Friday’s, so Good Shabbos!

Not sure how I did that, but I’m glad to hear! Have a wonderful shabbos!

All depression hates

the jubilant face,

the smile stretching wide,

the peace felt inside.

All depression resents

breaking of the dark fence,

letting light seep thru,

personality be true.

All depression reviles

putting sadness in file,

doing what is meant,

endless chattering be sent.

On the surface I appear,

so frum, so sweet,

charming and happy,

well rounded complete.

but inside I’m crumbled,

destroyed and overthrown,

no dignity, no strength,

no opinion of my own.

the tears keep on rolling,

my eyes just don’t dry,

in pain, I weep,

I can’t stop to cry.

I am not frum,

not jewish not good,

haven’t kept shabbos,

hiding under my hood.

No really, I’m struggling with my emunah now especially with elul and rosh hashana…its very hard for me. Here’s what I wrote to my therapist:

The day I arrived,

I entered Your room,

I was sure it was pointless,

A life of just gloom.

I was a failure,

So helpless and dumb,

Pointless in this world,

Suffering until numb.

I traveled the path,

Of agony and pain

I shed buckets of tears,

My cries were in vain.

I was alone in this world,

So dark and so cold,

Everyone was wicked,

Things rustic and old.

But now someone joined me,

On this hard, bumpy journey,

Gave me comfort and strength,

My defense, my attorney.

Supported, built up,

Finally im on an incline.

Thank You so much,

I cannot say it enough,

you are just priceless,