Poem of the Day - The Fault In Our Stars (With Apologies to John Green)

Long before
he was made
a household name
by Robert Browning
in the households
of poetry geeks worldwide
poor Ibn Ezra
in his own words
wrote that he was
born without a star.

Shakespeare said,
through Caesar,
we are all born
under stars
but our lives
are not their fault.

John Green
came on the scene late
and looked at the beauty
of man and humanity
and decided that
though they may not be
completely to blame
there is such a thing as
the fault in our stars.

Goodbye Ferris Mora

A sudden
blast off
carries me
away from
Ethiopia

Its quiet
buzzing
humming
tunes of songs
I'll sing
no more

Forever
I'll remember
your sweet smile
Ethiopia

Forever
I'll remember
I was happy
for a time

You can smell things
like marriage 
versus singledom
I smell people
smelling me
all the time

Broken Umbrella

Today I passed a broken umbrella
and wondered what could be sadder
than seeing what we rely on for protection
being exposed as so vulnerable

Maybe what's saddest is the expectation
that anything or anyone can save us
from drops of water falling from the sky
which we realize, after all, are harmless

Could I Go On And On?

Hunger gets in the way
of my stomach and of my soul
Longing for G-d and for food
I am choosing between the two
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You crash at me and stop
then pull away, turn gentle
Or maybe it's me, walking into you
then turning around as you greet me
;
Sitting on a jetty at the edge of Ocean City
Thinking my city is always an ocean
I sit perched and yearn from a distance
for that sailboat spot beyond the sand and tide
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I am tempted to go back home
where pancakes promise to comfort me
But how can I leave this Mikdash me'at
Why would I leave this heart of G-d?
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David broke the news, my thunder
my soul thirsts for my living G-d
G-d hovers over our world
Is it wrong to sense He thirsts for me?