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 Feb 2023 Eloisa
Kurt Philip Behm
The road to paradise
begins in hell

If you long for peace
—embrace the war

(Dreamsleep: February, 2023)
 Feb 2023 Eloisa
Kurt Philip Behm
Distinction
without difference

Where shadows
defame

Laughter
without smiles

Embodied
in shame

Each story
redundant

Whose print
stays uninked

As eyes
search for mercy

That last
—missing link

(Las Vegas Boulevard:  February, 2023)
It seems not so very long ago
The two of us, together by the sea
Watching nature’s charm in harmony .
The melody of kissing waves the only sound to hear.
With you by my side I didn’t care
Now , just a memory of what used to be
All by myself still watch the tides
Can feel your presence next to me.
While looking at those empty chairs,
I realize that after all this years
Still miss your peaceful being.



Shell ✨🐚
We all end alone. First two then one.
Sometimes after decades of being together.
It’s heartbreaking.
We all are confronted with “ empty chairs of life “
at certain point.
 Feb 2023 Eloisa
JoJo Nguyen
Easy time
Hard times
Time as primes

Sunday adjoins real
Numbers of our work week.

Prime Monday 2 mirrors in Symmetry

Tuesday's 3 breaks it

4 expands our mirrored self
******* the ****
pass procreating 2

Pentagon 5's primal safety

2 Friday the six a child of
monday and tuesdays

And we rest on the 7 sabbath
dominant or diminished
it doesn't really matter in
Number Theory
 Feb 2023 Eloisa
JoJo Nguyen
In solitude unimaginable for social networks--

In confined cells
watched by supermax panopticon--

we ritualize the creation of Creation; we assign primes to segment time;
we bin days with witch to make or to
fake.

Enjoy, my fellow passengers with agency.
 Feb 2023 Eloisa
rose hopkins
Winter
 Feb 2023 Eloisa
rose hopkins
Wet and windy
Winter whiteout
Weather Warning.
Alliteration
 Feb 2023 Eloisa
B L Costello
MONEY
 Feb 2023 Eloisa
B L Costello
My father knew you.
I am glad that he did
I had everything when I was a kid,
My mother begrudged you,
She gave you, your due,
But I was always…afraid of you,
The worry,
The wonder,
How long would you last?
Always counting,
Hating the math,
Getting,
Taking,
I tried to be brave,
I worked to earn you,
Now…I am a slave,
Covet or loathe,
You are necessary
Broke or rich,
You are still scary!
BLCostello©2022
We all have our own relationship with money. Unfortunately you have never been friends LOL
 Feb 2023 Eloisa
irinia
my lips feel ****
I a bit vile
I feel decisive
tonight
I'm burning down
the my oh my
Van Gogh's turquoise
inside
self portrait in the wild:
a woman loves to
toast to cloudburst

I think I might
recycle the devil
for poetry's sake,
tonight it smells
of cinnamon,
of flemish paintings
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