Marty Liboff

3 Poems by Marty Liboff

HAPPY HOLIDAZE marty liboff

It should be Christmas every day of the year

give gifts to the poor and those who are dear.

Give love, kindness, compassion and joy

to every man, woman, girl and boy.

Don’t just be good on December 24 th

every day let your love go forth.

The homeless, poor and sick need your love

be like an angel from above.

The whole world is in need

but politicians and the rich have only greed.

Care for the sick, disabled and poor

and to the children give more and more.

Be like Santa and his reindeer comin to town

give gifts and charity and don’t wear a frown.

With a merry ho, ho, ho

be generous and don’t be a stingy shmoe.

JC wanted us to help and love one another

all people are really our sister and brother.

So let it be Hanukah and Christmas all the time

and I hope you like my little holiday rhyme.


DAY TO NIGHT marty liboff

My old dad used to say,

“My day goes from day to night.”

Now that I am old and alone

my day goes from day to night.

My dad when he was old

had lost his wife- my mom.

He was sick and at home all day

watching the same old TV shows

and watching the sun rise, the sun set.

Now I am old and sick and stay home

and watch those same old TV shows

and watch the sun rise, the sun set.

Man, when we are young we think

we are so great and special, but-

What is Life for?

What is Life all about?

Is there any meaning to Life?

Or do we all really just live our lives

from day to night?

In between maybe there is a little bit

of joy and laughter and a smile or two

tempered by a bit of sadness and loneliness

and the rest is from day to night

day to night, day to night.



RUN! marty liboff

A madman with a gun

A sicko with a gun

A terrorist with a gun

A racist with a gun

better run, run, run-

Some want to kill Blacks & Jews

there are so many shootings in the news.

Some are mad at their girlfriends or mom

want to blow up the world with a bomb!

There’s a bully at school

so they shoot up the school or shul.

They’re unhappy, alone and depressed

shoot and murder because they’re repressed.

Kill, kill, kill

the news and movies show it’s such a thrill.

Video games make killing so much fun

with a sword, punch or gun.

I got a gun, you got a gun, we all got a gun

so ya better run, run, run!

Arguments, hate, fighting

pick up a gun and start shooting.

Guns sold everywhere

it is such a scare, bullets rip and tear.

Mothers and fathers cry

everywhere children are shot and die.

Shoot, shoot, bang, bang

madmen, cops and a gang.

Another soldier sick from war

wants to settle some invisible score.

Everywhere bullets are flying

innocents wounded and dying.

So many guns is insane

blood runs like rain.

Coffins and graves of the dead

the innocent’s blood runs red.

Americans won’t end their gun love

the angels cry from above.

A madman with a gun

A sicko with a gun

A terrorist with a gun

A racist with a gun

better run, run, run.

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