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 Feb 2015 Dorothy A
Kari
Bad Habits
 Feb 2015 Dorothy A
Kari
I burnt the tip of my cigarette into my
Tumbler to **** two habits with one stone.
Though the **** coughed its last sigh and polluted a decently-priced
Rye, I don't trust that the addiction died.

Tipped my finger to the 'tender to fill a new glass,
Struck the flint to the tinder, a tobacco mask.
They poison slow, but the effects are fast.

You, like these habits, are in the past,
Waiting for me at the bottom of a flask, swearing always
"It'll be the last."
Always crawling back for more.
 Feb 2015 Dorothy A
Luna Elora
How
Could           Could
you                 you
Build                         Break
Me

&
Love me
At the same time?

**<3
Words may be a hindrance
Forming hard crust over feelings
You wanted to convey
At the core of those words
The true meaning is lost forever
At times, when words don’t suffice
Pure and raw feelings are more potent
There are many miles traversed
Between the feelings and the words
Somewhere, the line is drawn inadvertently
Hurdles imaginary are the toughest ones
Endless numbers of words do not right
The wrongs meted out to the true feelings
Heart will wither away, if not revived
At the avenue where words are shunned
It’s where hearts shall meet, without prejudice
Not weighed down by the frills of words
Life is embellished with silence
When hearts do the talking, sans the words
 Feb 2015 Dorothy A
Hayley Cusick
thrown into new understandings
given earth beneath my feet
taking what love I encounter
falling harder
never faster
I grow from unbridled, invasive flowers
seeking uncontrollable laughter
escaping the soulless sorrow
I am wild, free
but still broken
 Feb 2015 Dorothy A
amrutha
The piano sings into the night
    like a nightingale upon a lonely branch.
Underneath, the lake glistens.
Every streak of soft blue, sailing gently
   to touch the moon on the satin water.
Stillness silences.
Stillness, and a bird's cry, the rest of the night.

The bird has died but the feathers wander on.
 Feb 2015 Dorothy A
SE Reimer
~

does my horror know no ending?
will this holocaustic-cloak-rending
ever cease from trending?

to what sin of a people
could these bitter,
evil deeds
be attributed!

it is times like this  
i lose my faith,
my trust,
that deep inside
we are all the same.

never!
and be it far
from me,
this pain,
this darkness
perpetrated.
i am not like you!

oh Israel,
i can only offer you
my love,
my sorrow,
my tears,
my hope
for change
tomorrow!

dear friend,
today,
i am not Charlie,
i am not Danish...

today
i am
JEW!!


~

post script.

*all inspiration needed found here:  http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1081943/a-bunch-of-folks-in-a-deli/  by Nat Lipstadt
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