Harvey Hockstein Rhymes: From Hardware to Software
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When his daughter, Marilyn, passed away from Hodgkins lymphoma in 1987, Harvey joined The Compassionate Friends to share his grief and also began writing as an outlet for his emotions. Over time, his poems moved away from loss and grief to other observations on life. In Harvey Hockstein Rhymes, these thoughts and musings come together to allow all the guests of this life to share in his journey.
Once Harvey started writing, he could not be stopped. Through computer struggles and e-mail issues, he persevered to bring us his thoughts of love, life, family, loss, and the universe. In sweet, funny, and imaginative verse, we catch a glimpse of what Harvey has been thinking through all these years.
Being an overachiever, it took Harvey only eighty-plus years to bring us this book, which is comprised of just a sample of his many thoughts and may be called a short rendition of the last eighty-six years.
Harvey Hockstein
I am a late achiever, being eighty-six years old. I may be called a very late, late achiever. But here is a short rendition of the last eighty-six years. My father wanted me to be a mechanic. He was a jack of all trades and a master of all trades. Both my parents came over to America on a boat. They were both ten years old and had to adapt to a new lifestyle. My grandfather and the oldest of the Hockstein siblings preceded the rest of the five siblings to this nation as they could not afford to bring everyone over at the same time. My uncle Sam acted as a “chaperone” in this fabled land where the streets were paved with gold. The first time, while walking with Sam, they were approached by a policeman, Sam assured my father that in America, we need to be afraid of the police. Ah, security! My father drove a bus and eventually bought a small hardware store in Verona, New Jersey. And that is where I learned my trade. I didn’t enjoy being a hardware man and eventually called myself Harvey Hardware. This was not the name of the business, but I made a living. In the eighth grade, I wrote a poem about Pearl Harbor. I read it to my parents, and they thought it was very good. Our English teacher, Miss Camp, made a change in the last stanza. I had written “that the sons of the Heaven were going to Hell.” Miss Camp said that one could use such language (the Japanese termed themselves the sons of heaven), so I thought of other rhymes but never considered them printable. My, how times have changed.
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Harvey Hockstein Rhymes - Harvey Hockstein
Copyright © 2016 by Harvey Hockstein.
Library of Congress Control Number: 2016913887
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Contents
Guests In My Life
Let’s Have A Party
Phone Call
Insecurity
Dreams
A Home Away From Home
The Shape of Things to Come?
Lowly Soy Bean
The Thinker
Thinking
Shoes
Eat Your Veggies
Pillow Talk
Pillow Talk
U & I
Poem Without Words
So Much for Originality
A Writer’s Lament also called I Wish
My Universe
A Million Kisses
More Than Bricks - Less Than …
Love n’ Stuff - 2012
Birthday Wishes
The Turn of the Wheel
Dear Friend - My Wife
Latrine Walls
The Loss Of A Child
The Skinhead Revisionists
Who Is Obtuse!
Who!
Wallenberg
Science, Faith and Economics
Deja Vu
Compulsion
As I Was Walking Down The Street …
Shadows
Romance
Rain
Reason’s Fair
Little Girl of Barcelona
Farewell the Morrow
Truth and Beauty and a Question
The Compassionate Friends
Lens of the Heart
Truth and Beauty and a Question
But That’s How It Is
Reverend Usher - Rest In Peace *
The Laws Of God And Man
Celestial Music
Moderation
Patricia and Prunella
Laughing Eyes
Many Moons
I Know What I Saw
Mother Earth
A Bond
The Lost Canyon
The Wind and the Echo
Love’s Waltz
The Marks of Legend
The Poet’s Eye
Laben ben Cohen’s Seed
Honor
And God Made Women!
A Verse Not For Women
Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory
The Things Left Behind
Personally Speaking
Funny
Sans Formula, But With Faith
From Outer Space
Farfelberg, Oh Farfelberg
Farfelberg, Its Rise and Fall
Thoughts on the Demise of Farfelberg
Thwarted Dreams
Our Reward
Into Each Life
Ant Grace
The Solitude of Grief
Out Of The Darkness?
Love in Bloom
Once Upon A Time …
The Broken Silence
X
Frankly My Dear
Scarlett…* or What Rhett Really Said to Scarlett
Why I Use Four Letter Words!?
Ouch!
Latrine Walls
Dietary Ways
Why I Envy King Tut or Keeping up Appearances
Forgetful Me
As Language Grows
L’amour Toujours, L’amour
Bon Appetite
D O A
Automation When Phoning or Help!
I Love My Kids - But
The Twentieth Century - Hear You The Code
Perspective
God Bless
Ball of Fire
The Boss
Science Says
Primum Mobile
Man And Superman
Why a Bug Be?
The Greatest Love
Amusing God
Monologue
Message in a Bottle
Past Understanding
More Indigestion
Potpourri
Flights of Fancy
Sing Me A Song
The Beauty of Love and Rose
Raking Leaves - Or Not
Desert Song
Nothing Fatal
Doing Things Right
Me, Them and the IRS
Much Ado
My Id, My Libido and ... Me (?)
Mom’s Wisdom
Kid Stuff
Why
Growing Pains
Resurgence
Seeking Anew
I Have Met The Enemy …
I Came, I Saw, I …
Grouch
Blessed
Some People
Perhaps …
A Grouch and His Lady
Hither, Thither and Yon
Where God Is
Gender and Equality Z
Worshiping
Old Age
Some Say
Lullaby
Some People
The Victors’ Piece! The Victors’ Peace?
There Is A Certain Type Of Person …
Poetry And Poet-Tree
Beyond Energy, Matter, Time and Space
So Much for Originality
Sure Things
Atlantis - The Return
Atlantis Found
Oblivion
Imagine This, Imagine That
We Agree!
Lost in Time, Lost in Space
The Empty Room
An Oft-Repeated Phrase
Treasures
After-Sight
Every Day & February 14, 2002
A Chinese Dietary Truth
Where Do Lost Things Go?
My Wife vs. Venus
A Fanciful Tale
A Lady’s Noble End
Digesting Philosophy
There Be Dragons Here
The Fabric of Life
Thatcher the Catcher
The Rookie
Schmootzman on the Mound
The Trinity
Tikkun Olam - Repair the World
Serpent’s Tooth
The Holocaust
Trust in God
Laben ben Cohen’s Seed
The Chosen
Rutherford Bell the Third
Winthrop Praiseworthy
Sadie the Good
SAFL (Saf-ul) and Me
Funny People
Castles
Dr. Suess, Einstein and Fairy Tales
Once Upon a Time (sicle) BCE
Truth in a Bottle Book
Blind Sight
The Voice of Experience
Her Name Was Di (Double Entendre)
Samson’s Chest
The Two Faced One
Father Time
Seeking Anew
This poem is dedicated to our daughter Marilyn and to the many sweet souls I met at TCF
And the Poet’s Workshop here at Cedar Crest
Harvey Hockstein
Guests In My Life
Those of us who do survive
We who live amongst ghosts
To memories of loves and deeds
To these we raise our toasts
Once I sang a song of good morning
For the promise of day had begun
Now alone and nodingly quiet
I view a setting sun
Once I sang a song of youth and caring
And I looked into love’s eyes
A melody sweet and friends to greet
With everyday, a surprise
So many songs of past times
Melodies without tears
But now I’m off key and wasted
Living in the joys of yesteryears
I can’t sing a song of tomorrow
But I rest happy in yesterday’s haze
Thankful for all the hugs and kisses
For all those sweet bygone days
Those of us who tarry -
And are the last leaves on the tree
Of aching limbs and tired souls
We live in memory
Dismal the days of old age
Mind and body slow to react
A blessing that the short term memory goes
And the long term stays intact!
How thankful I am for the guests in my life
For all the things they have been
For all the friendship and love displayed…
Thank you for dropping in
Let’s Have A Party
Let’s have a party - for no reason at all
We don’t need a caterer or rented hall
A few people we’ll have over and serve canapés
Caviar, wines red and white and crudités
We’ll have some relatives and some friends
Nothing gargantuan and nothing that offends
We’ll have a few drinks and sing a few songs
The in crowd we’ll invite (not the Smiths or the Longs)
On Saturday night - they can sleep it off the next day
Some smart conversation - What do you say?
Some laughs, a back pat, a reminisce or two
Let’s have a party - we’re way over due
The last party we had - it was a flop
Sammy wore on his head an old rag mop
And Greta got drunk and up chucked her all
The police arrived on an anonymous call
Some good china got broken - a pattern now dead
The sink clogged and overflowed in the head
Our nice wood floor was scratched by Old Twinkle Toes
And my good suit was stained to add to our woes
Melvin made eyes at all the young chicks
His wife, Linda, got in some pretty good licks
Jerry did his thing with the hula hoop
All in all, it was a nice quiet group
We lost our oldest friends - they got real mad
Something was said that must have been bad
I can’t remember too much of the party that night
I do remember there was a fist fight
Our water mattress developed a big leak
When June and Bob, in rough play, gave it a tweak
What were they doing in our comfy bed?
Visions of naughtiness come to my head
Let’s NOT have a party, the reasons are clear ...
Well - maybe a party sometime late next year
We’ll invite over a few friends - if we still have some
Let’s have a party - but we won’t come
Phone Call
Are You That Abe Lincoln? Are You He?
Suppose you took an old phone book*
And gave it an eagled-eye look
And Abe Lincoln was what you looked up
And dialed the number Abe Lincoln?
Yup!
Are you that Abe Lincoln they write about?
Whose devotion to common man left no doubt
In your ambitious and growing mind
That the apex of creation was mankind -
Lincoln of high-hat accentuated height
Using it as office for copious write -
You can’t fool all the people all the time
Nor erect a platform with the voice of a mime
Are you that Abe Lincoln of wit and pun
Who, as he started his political run
Stated "Some accuse me of being two faced
But if I were, I wouldn’t choose this one!"
Are you that Abe Lincoln who said
America is the world’s last best hope
Who hoped emancipation would
Reverse the curse of the hanging rope
Are you the scion of February twelfth
Muscled, tall, lean and of good health
Are you the mourning father and mother hen
A compassionate heart, a man among men?
Are you the Springfield lawyer known as Honest Abe?
A politician who may have knee-bounced a babe?
A circuit judge who rode the rounds
Later the depository of dying sounds?
Whose very heart and brain were true ally -
A joke, a laugh and a wink of the eye
Let’s hear it for the common man
thought Lincoln
In this sincere and not eye winkin’
"God must have loved the common man -
He made so very, very many"
But of airs and double talk,
Lincoln wasn’t having any
A house divided cannot stand
Let’s pray for peace throughout the land
With malice towards none and charity for all
Bind up the wounds
- hear my call
But, brother smote brother with emotions wild
In Gettysburg, where corpses were piled
In bloody fratricidal fray
The brothers donned in Blue or Gray
Are you the Abe Lincoln who heard of bodies hip deep
Who saw so many young laid to sleep
And wrote of Four score and seven years
Who in Spartan fashion held back his tears
Lincoln, whose tired face of furrowed maturity
Belied the courage of tenacity
Writer, poet of vision unbent
Backwoodsman, lawyer and President
He who studied by fireplace light
Self taught - whose young dreams took flight
Of melancholy turn - who understood
The innate strength of the true and good?
Are you that Abe Lincoln?
A sad smile, a sigh, of hopeful view
The softest steel that nature can brew
The people - Of, by and for
- the people YES
Forgiving soul of warm caress
Are you He?
Answer me sir, what do you say?
How could you wake to each new day?
To see more blood and more death
How could you draw another breath?
’Tis said that The pen is mightier than the sword
And you, a man who concedes there is a Lord,
Has stooped to fight a bloody clash- and what for?
This a questioned and protracted war
In slow and soft well balanced words
Hollow cheeked visage a head above the herds
Ideas milled through heart and mind athresh
There are times when ideas are worth the flesh!
"Many a life is lived but in vain
Wars started by calloused minds insane
But if there ever were a righteous war,
I believe to my very core,
That we fought for the future of the common man
Our nation - conceived and dedicated to a plan
And blood has watered this fledgling tree
So that every man may live in liberty"
* * * * *
What a technical world in which we thrive
Pushing buttons, we hardly have to strive
To gain access to a world gone by
And pierce with knowing the murky sky
Strange, how the phone company can connect with a soul,
And thus ascertain a man’s visionary goal
And so there lives within the minds of men
Abe Lincoln - a pacifist who laid down his pen
* A little time improvisation
Insecurity
When I go to bed at night
I fire a small electric light
So that if I die before I wake
The Lord will see which soul to take
I don’t wish to demean the Lord
Who knows me from the madding horde
He well may know each sparrow that falls
But I feel that He may not hear my calls
And pass me by in doing His rounds
And poor dead me making muted sounds ...
Some say I have an inferiority complex
Down on myself with my own self hex
And that I’m really more than just a cog
(Lying there stiff as a log)
But I feel that a light must burn
So that my Father will not spurn
Those last remaining parts of me
And take my soul heavenly
Oh, Lord, I promise to be good
And not debauch the neighborhood
Oh please God, don’t pass me by
For my soul will be eager to fly
Beyond the realm of mortal man
And start my eternal non-life span
Dreams
She carried the child nine months to the day
And birthed her in a most joyful way
We felt of her small beating heart
A new life at its very start
There arose a dream within ourselves
Past the point where simple mind delves
And we saw a future of joy and pride
But dreams are tossed by time and tide
Our hearts were light, our souls were fed
When first light fell on her downy head
Our dreams were vain, our dreams were naught
And solace cannot ever be bought
Her life cycle was soon complete
From birth to death in quick retreat
If I, in God’s image, am truly made
Why is He so quiet and staid
And with me, does He shed a tear
Feel guilt and burden WE must bear
* * * * *
Pray, I will see her in future sight
No longer fear I the darkness of night
A Home Away From Home
Autobiographical??
When I visit I like to see
A room that looks a bit like me
A room with a little dust
A little out of order… for I trust
That such a room, so my mind is told,
Is a living room and not a prison hold
It has the warmth of a little fuss, a little muss
And ingratiates itself to this old cuss
And so I feel relaxed and at home
In a room not touched by fine - toothed comb
A number of books shelved askew
Newspapers wet from morning’s spilled brew
Things a bit deranged and out of place
But the warmth of welcome in my host’s face
Are the things I’d much rather see
Than a room sterilized and spot free
False perfection in house and self ...!
I rather see things disarrayed upon a shelf
And sense the feelings of life in bloom
And enjoy the reality of a ... LIVING room
The Shape of Things to Come?
Mary had a little lamb
Its demeanor soft and mellow
But Mary’s docile little lamb
Pranced on