Expectations

 From Dec 2012-

What do you expect?
Expecting is everything
and nothing at all

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They kill marriages
and even fun vacations:
warped expectations

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See small miracles
Be more happy when they come
They come anyway

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They are not real, yet
they ruin many endings:
flawed expectations

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Sometimes they are great
and sometimes dystopian
but never certain

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Credences and trusts
Hopes, responsibilities:
Great expectations

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I changed these one day
disappointments went away:
my expectations

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The broken systems

along with the ones that work
are all that we’ve got

As I get older
memories of memories
become memories

Od Me'at Shabbat

 3:20 PM - Mid afternoon, and almost the nighttime, almost Shabbos.  it should be enough time to shower, put up food, get dressed and do other logistical Shabbos prep.  But I live largely in an internal world.  I have a poem I need to enter in a contest. And other writing, thinking, processing, sharing to do...

3:28 PM - Printing a parsha poem I just edited... Printer is warming up...

3:33 PM - Poem submitted to haiku competition:

Lying on my bed
I doze off holding the tail
of a falling star

Parsha poem printed.  And reposted on Facebook.

Rabbi Avraham Aryeh Trugman fully develops Yaakov's wresting match and its consequences.  he stresses maaseh Avot Siman LeBanin and writes:

"No matter how many times we may fall short of the mark, no matter how many times we revert to a lesser spiritual level, the name Israel awaits us, for it is our birthright and destiny."

4:13 PM - Time flies (you can't/they go too fast) (inside reference).  Three minutes to candle lighting. Have a wonderful Shabbos.

Glorified “busy”

is like a weak argument
that is screamed like hell

After being out
I sit and write, processing,

gaining energy.

 I've writtem more, poted some on FB, hopefully they are not lost... These are from right now

You have good ideas

and if I wasn't busy

being me, I'd hear:

If I could I'd take

the best part of everyone

and put it in me

And to some degree

I've done this all of my life

Learned from everyone

But maybe it's time

to find me inside myself

not taken or learned

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At a colleague's vort

his mother interrupts me

rudely, just like him

Some thoughts from my day so far, first the news, then minyan, now:

May-or may not be

that the race is about race.

My heart is racing.

Today’s hurricane

shares its name with a guy who

hurt me yesterday

“Malicious sinners”

feels like a harsh translation

for the word zeidim

As I say the words

“reikam al teshuveinu’

I pause on empty

I walked all Covid,
through two winters, up to now:
my unmasked summer!

A selfie haiku:
Adjust the pen and paper
then capture yourself

Sitting and writing
honestly sharing myself
hunched over my desk

I am a letter
You can read me and reply
I will let you be

 Pink Lady Apple

So I called you in my head

Based on what you said

Ring Haiku

 

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"Such a good husband,"

they said, without noticing

he took off his ring

Phones no longer ring

but they take endless photos

and hail people cabs

An interesting ring

inside a cereal box

just made a kid's day

I see it as sad

My safely deposited

cancelled wedding ring

 

Neil Fleischmann

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I wrote 3 haiku last night in Bananagram letters. They were each inspired by a page in the book Rumi's Reflection Journal. This raises a question for me.

If my haiku is inspired by an idea from elsewhere, do I have to give credit? I know the answer is probably yes. Somehow I rationalize that I get the credit for the poem because I've done the feat of fitting the idea I read into haiku form.

I had a bit of a wake up call recently when I casually asked a dear friend of mine if I needed to give him credit for the haiku I made out of his longer poem. He felt strongly, I felt, that I needed to give him credit. So what I did is put it on hold. I've been doing that with a lot of poems that I write based on other books, like ones that were done based on The Pull of the Stars, or adapted from The Gentle Weapon or from Tehillim.

One of the most commented on and liked poems in my published haiku book is an idea based on a statement of the Chofetz Chayim (as reported by Irving Bunim and then adapted by Charles Wengrov in Ethics From Sinai). I read this idea forty plus years ago and was touched by it. Other than the book I got it from I have never heard or seen anyone share this idea. So I felt that the haiku based on it is mine. And yet. I feel some (not enough to do any thing about it yet) guilt over not giving credit to where the idea behind the haiku originated.

Without any further ado (if you want more ado, you'll have to go elsewhere -which is me adapting an old Robert Klein line) here are the three poems I composed last night,. These haiku are adapted from a journal that adapted the words from an adapted translation of Rumi:

G-d made opposites

so that we can learn to fly

with two wings not one

(Inspired by Rumi's Reflection Journal, page336: "G-d turns you from one feeling to another and teaches by means of opposites so that you will have two wings to fly, not one.")

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When fires flicker

all over the world, light them

with your inner spark

(Inspired by Rumi's Reflection Journal, page 191: "Do not worry if all the candles in the world flicker and die. We have the spark that starts the fire.")

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We fly in the sky

and in order to stay high

we must find our wings

(Inspired by Rumi's Reflection Journal, page 250: "The sky where we live is no place to lose your wings, so LOVE LOVE LOVE."

 I share what matters

to me deep inside of me

just because it does

I like creating

but being in the spotlight

is awkward for me

I have mixed feelings

about my post that's been shared

100+ times

I've had a few days

of fifteen minutes of fame

that suddenly came

I just scrolled through the

one hundred and forty six

reshares of my post

When you climb up high

ask why you are going there

before you fall down

I mourn the loss of

Rabbi Abraham Twerski

who inspired me

A great movie star

helped a rabbi graduate

from medical school

My zen-tangle art

received high praise from some friends

and I like it too

My art class teacher,

I feel. didn't really see,

not my art, not me

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 Mopiness mops me,

though I try to grab the mop

and set it aside.

Sometimes it's a break

that I need, but resist,

that would really help.

My negative thoughts

like to test positively

and pretend they're good.

Jack and Jill fell down,

but they managed to get up

- at least I hope so.

I have to be me,

but try to be your version

- not sure that will work

What's a safe distance?

How close will still be okay?

I've long wondered.

 

neil fleischmann <nfleischmann1@gmail.com>	Jan 20, 2021, 11:24 PM (5 days ago)
to Dan

Being full of care

is much more what it's about

than being careful

Any time we help

another human being 

we will make mistakes

I'm a big issue

in relationships I'm in
and I can't leave me

Words and words and words

morph into mellow sadness

as my candle burns

Sometime without words

I experience feelings
in a strange way

I am a wishbone

being pulled into two parts

which will be bigger?