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The cross atop a church is visible as it rises above a dark, block wall with barbed wire across the top, in the foreground.

Justification (thoughts)

If we use immoral means to achieve peace,
will we ever truly have it?

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Children, young people, and seniors—8 in all—sit on swings and smile.

Perspectives (thoughts)

Incredible stories come from people of all ages.

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The poem "We have lots of time" consists of the title, a byline, and a single period as the poem itself.

We have lots of time (a poem)

I was at the hospital with my dad. He was there to be tested for an issue related to what took my mom’s life a few years before. While waiting, an idea for a poem hit me.

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A close-up of a sinister-looking man's face, with cracked skin and purple-blue eyes.

Fear (an anaphoric poem)

Fear makes people see things,
exactly how they thought.
Through biased eyes, accepting lies,
their heart should have fought.

Fear makes people see things.

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Cracked sidewalk concrete with a woman's fist breaking through from below.

Hell & Back (an acrostic poem)

He has a way of
exploiting my weakness

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A bright red umbrella site alone on an aged European, wet, gray brick street. Overlay of pianist playing piano.

I Stand Alone (a vignette)

Pianist and Composer, Jason Fervento asked,
“How does this song make you feel?”

(107 words)

[read]
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Deadvlei in the first light of the sunrise. A white clay floor, a large orange-pink dune, and an old acacia tree. An African landscape from Sossusvlei, Namib Desert, Namibia, Southern Africa. Red sand floor backed by the biggest sand dune in the world.

Straight into Tomorrow (a poem)

Like every fool that has lived,
I tried to ignore, move on,
forward.

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A blue scrap of paper held in a clothespin says Transform Old Ways (Image: Artur Szczybylo)

Steps to being a better human (thoughts)

I never said it would be easy.

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A Silhouette of graveyard, the image shows many cross tombstone with dramatic cloudy sky.

R.I.P. (thoughts)

I will live the one life
I have been given
to the fullest.

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Path near the sea (Image: Mikel Martinez)

Choose your destiny (thoughts)

Cut your own path,
then pave it.

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We have lots of time (a poem)

Fear (an anaphoric poem)

Hell & Back (an acrostic poem)

I Stand Alone (a vignette)

Straight into Tomorrow (a poem)

R.I.P. (thoughts)

Choose your destiny (thoughts)

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