POEMS IN THE PARK
Check out the three poems placed throughout the park. Inscribed with poems written by our founder, Sidney A. Colen, while he was developing his vision for what would later become Sholom Park.
POETRY CONTEST WINNERS
POETRY CONTEST ENTRIES
Blessed Peace By Joseph Lingerfelt
Through the mist of vision
We see our foggy dreams
Our days and nights play out
Like a movie’s main scheme
The love that is lost
Like the shadows of time
All of our sorrows
We try to leave behind
Pains of past and present
Clouding our weary mind
Stress the thoughts of tomorrow
No blessings that may be kind
Deep down inside us
The soul holds tight
Yet never losing touch
With promise so bright
From day to day
And time to time
Our heart always loves
Even with the loss of mind
And at the end
When our body is at rest
May our Lords’ kind Love
Make our weary souls, blessed!
That’s Peace
The Night Sky By Joseph Lingerfelt
Never ending blackness
The darkened night sky
Lit up by the moonlight
And the stars shinning so bright
It’s well past midnight
What a glimmering light
Showing off the constellations
In the universe tonight
Following the path of the comet
A bright streaking light
Reflecting off the darkness
It’s radiant and so bright
Moving round each world we know
Showing strength and might
Slowly round the earth it moves
Always a peaceful sight
Fading at the crack of dawn
With the suns wakeful light
SHE WAITS By Gloria Nelson
SHE WAITS, SHE LOOKS, SHE SPINS HER HEAD
SHE WAITS, SHE LOOKS, SHE SPINS HER HEAD
SHE WAITS, SHE LOOKS, SHE SPINS HER HEAD
THEN INTO THE NEST WITH A BUG IN HER BEAK
THERE’S HUNGRY BABES TO FEED
Beginnings by Kenneth Hughes
And the world became their playground.
Through the morning mist they’d run,
Dancing barefoot, like the diamonds in the dew.
Through the meadows of their hearts they roamed
Like angels of the dawn,
Each reflecting beams of light they never knew.
They were spirits of the evening.
Like two wisps of fog they joined
And became a blanket, silencing the land,
Bringing peace and tranquil quietude,
Their love the only sound
As the moonlight kissed them lying on the sand.
Curling up with a Good Book by Kenneth Hughes
The windows opened, gentle airs
Passed through her room atop the stairs,
The sanctuary from her cares,
For comfort she would lean.
She sat up in her room alone.
For quiet she unplugged the phone.
The moon outside her window shone
So peaceful and serene.
Escape from all reality,
Enchanting private fantasy,
Her palace, the totality
Of her seclusive scene
The Nature of Peace by Julia Egan
An unseen hand hits a celestial pause button.
All the great edifices of human kind’s construction are emptied.
The frantic pace of modern life slows as Gaia, mother of us all, ascends her throne.
Her children walk under arches of olive trees.
They peer into her depths and see her reflection in her mirrored surfaces.
They follow the maze back to the source of all that was, all that is, and all that will ever be.
As the sky opens up and drenches her children with tears of homecoming;
Pan places a weight and the scale is balanced.
The trumpets of the false G-d’s sound and awaken the souls from their slumber.
Artifice and falsehood are stripped away.
Peace, long buried, comes to the surface and begins her reign.
Untitled by Chappie McChesney
As you walk into the park you will see me in a tree
You will see me in the grass
Stop and smell me as you pass
Can you recognize what makes me
You see I am everywhere
I may even be in glass
If you know me you have class
Even as the bear
And when you stop to have your eats
Do you know I am even in beets
The drink you have I helped to make
It is time for all to awake
If I die you will too
Don’t wait to drop the other shoe
Try to live with love and glee
Please help to save the Honey Bee
The Oak by Joseph Lingerfelt
The heat of the sun,
cools as the end of each day.
he beauty of the most perfect rose,
last just a short gaze.
Pictures, our frozen memories
which soon turn to gray.
But this passion, this feeling, this love we feel,
will be strong, steadfast, and true.
Like the tree, the mighty oak,
branch out, grow and renew.
Defying all odds,
Mother Nature can brew.
Together our strong bonds,
like the Oaks mighty rings.
Holding chapters of life,
and waiting for spring!
THE MINYAN By Gloria Nelson
THEY GATHER ‘ROUND
THESE MEN IN BLACK,
ALL DIPPING DOWN
TO DRINK.
AFTER WHICH THEY TAKE A BATH,
SWISH FEATHERS, BLACK AS INK.
COMES A VETERAN, WITH ONE LEG.
ANOTHER
THEY MOVE ASIDE AND MAKE MORE ROOM
FOR A THIRSTY, DUSTY BROTHER.
Untitled By Holly Yocum
In this time of crisis, we look back for all we love.
The visits to our Sholom Park are embedded in our hearts.
The birds, pond and flowers, bring a smile to our face.
We always knew this was special, but look forward to visiting again…..hour special place.
Tsunami laule’a (tidal wave of happiness, peace, friendship) By Kenneth Hughes
To be here with you
And feel your golden hair and peaceful face
Nestled soft against my neck and shoulder,
To rest my hand against the back of yours
As it gently rests upon my chest,
To hold you in the cradle of my arm
That bends around the warm curve of your side,
Brings a tidal wave of pleasure.
Tranquility becomes peace,
As peace becomes you,
As you become all,
As all becomes now,
And now is all that matters.
Untitled By Holly Yocum
We know all the possible love in the world, we now join together in our hope.
We hope Mother Nature sees fit to help us survive this epidemic to give us hope.
We take our oath to help our neighbors while giving them the distance.
We see the Earth around us purifying itself to help mankind come out of this in wonder and awareness.
We look forward to our future to once again enjoy, our beloved Sholom Park and all nature offers.
Spring Love By Mary Pierce
The winter wind shutters again
Against my kitchen window.
But in my heart
Warm rains bless growth.
Bright greens and blues
Blush rose and reds and sun-pulled yellows…
Explosions of color
Leave me
—Breathless.
You are my spring, my hope, my life.
LIFE By Alvin Ross
Shhh….A whisper in the wind….Can you hear it?
Shhh….A rustling of the leaves….Can you hear it?
Shhh….The splatter of a raindrop….Can you hear it?
Shhh….The flutter of a bird’s wing….Can you hear it?
Shhh….The clickety clack of a slow moving train….Can you hear it?
Shhh….The sob so still at a graveside….Can you hear it?
Shhh….The murmur of the crowd at a passing parade….Can you hear it?
Shhh….The gentle heart beat of a new born baby….Can you hear it?
Shhh….Please listen….its the world around us coming back to life!
Untitled by Holly Yocum
What say we all.
Gather in agreement.
To rejoice and appreciate.
All that nature has given.
Cheers to Sholom Park.
You put on a display, each and every visit.
It makes us seem like we are in another world.
Very far, far away.
Unseen Life Scars by Patricia Sardisco
Empty coldness built up inside
A dark veil covers the heart
Concealed from the world
No one can see the hidden scar
Life goes on day by day
Bringing many lonely times
Even in the midst of so many
The shadowed heart beats, but cries
Could there be a small hopeful light?
Can someone finally peel back the
Layers to end this sad, lonely plight?
Maybe it’s out there
Still waiting to be found….
An emotionless heart anticipating the day
When it can beat with another’s loving sound
That’s peace.
Grandma’s Moon by Lori Napp
There in the night sky
for all the world to see
Grandma’s Moon
shining brightly on me.
There in the night sky
with magic and mystery
Grandma’s Moon
smiling and winking at me.
There in the night sky
among Stardust, resting comfortably
Grandma’s Moon
guarding and guiding me.
There in the night sky
when only I can see
Grandma’s Moon
always loving me.
Motherhood Sometimes by Melissa Casto
Everything you ever knew and ever wanted to be…
Everything that’s in you- came from me.
The complexities of motherhood are waged wars deep within…
leaving unseen scars from battles I didn’t win.
Tears fall as thoughts are felt…
deferred dreams, lies told and broken promises dealt.
