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  Nov 2019 Hannah J Strauss
Colm
Tell me I will last
   Anyone will last
And I will greet you with a laugh
   Mortal and cold
Like the dawn of each new day
   Every minute growing old
All will wither
   All will die
All will fade
   Will not last
   Or outlast time
Truth be told
   Noone will survive the youngest youth
   Just as none will surpass the timeless old
This is the Morbid Truth
   I hold
The Morbid Truth I Hold, it is this. Time kills all.
  Sep 2019 Hannah J Strauss
Aseel
I don’t want to be a princess.
I prefer to be a wall
or a shoulder
that some one can lean on
I don’t want to be spoiled
I want to
fight
Get dirt on my clothes
Clean them
search more
fail more
know more
see everything
Try everything
I want to share the road
With some one
Running not carried
I want to look behind
And see MY footprints.
I want to be free
  Sep 2019 Hannah J Strauss
Ron Gavalik
The value of food
is completely unknown
until the hunger sets in.
I can say the same
for love.

–Ron Gavalik
Hannah J Strauss Sep 2019
Today I am alone, but am not lonely.
The spring warmth and teasing breeze
Are all I need for company.

My silhouetted head and shoulders
Shield my eyes from the blinding sun.
I remember winter, wet and wind and do not miss it's chill being undone.

The chewy soft doughnuts, bought and Baked just minutes ago
Smell heavenly like sticky vanilla
And the buzzy bees will tell you so.

Birds I cannot see, chirrup and choo.
They see the promise of Spring
And I can feel it too.

The bluest blue of the sky above
Is clear as dewy morning drops.
A Monarch flits by idly
Its wings like a velvet glove.

A chocolate Labrador waits at the gaps in the fence.
He really wants to play.
But here I must sit patiently, and let the poetry have it's say.
Time for something different.
Hannah J Strauss Sep 2019
Hate is heavy
That's why children fly.
It's weighs through your heart.
Comes out in your eyes.

Hate is heavy
Strong shoulders and bowed head.
Permanent scowl unable to lift
Once grinning lips now full of dread.

Hate is heavy
Like a library inside your mind.
Crammed with things you know.
And things you wanted to leave behind.

Hate is heavy.
So let it go.
It will only **** you faster.
Nice and hatefully slow.
Refer to Dear Gabi for context.
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