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‘TIMES THEY ARE A-CHANGING’ WHISPERS OF CHANGE Dylan Song Tribute Poetry Contest, Oliver Mckeitham, sponsor, 6/18/2025 the weight of the world hangs heavy, like dark clouds pregnant with rain. whispers of change linger in the air. we are but leaves in the wind, twisting and turning, caught in tumultuous storms. whispers of change linger in the air. writers, poets, and journalists gather in...

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Clouds drift white and soft New ones form, then fade Feathery edges sweep across Silver light glints Grey shadows drift...

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New Zealand is more progressive and fair than most nations in 1893, she was the first country to give women the right to vote. a right that makes sense in every country except America. where your vote might never count, until the electoral college is abolished. an archaic system that ensures the wealthy get more say New Zealand looks better than...

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New World Order Moving toward totalitarianism. Dictatorship, absolute power. World polluted government. Globalist agenda. Shut down the protesters. Slaves to world power. Our words are meaningless. Our opinions don’t even matter. Selfish supreme rulers. Ideology. Corrupt politics. We the people are locked up in a prison. Apocalyptic, complete destruction. Economic disaster. Control with no limitation....

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The grass has grown, the garden’s bright— Nowruz has come, a feast of light. The demon’s tangled, winter hair has vanished, melted in the air. Yes, spring returns with scented breeze, no more the moan of bitter freeze. Joy has arrived at every door— love walks with us, alone no more. Saqi, pour wine and lift this day, chase all our noisy cares away. You,...

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Red roses in hand, A lad gives on his way— First flower blooms bright. ____________________________________________________ Author’s Note: This haiku captures the tender offering of a first flower—a quiet symbol of new beginnings and the unspoken bloom of feeling. In its simplicity lies a powerful gesture, marking the quiet start of something beautiful, hopeful, and unknown....

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Time casts a heavy glow On the world I left behind, Transfixed on a new tomorrow, All the new seeds I’ll sow. Emerging is a new day, How the light blinds my eyes. Focus on the bright cascade Of this everlasting rise. Beneath the earth is trembling, My footsteps unsure and numb. The silence almost deafening— I can almost hear Hope hum. A quick glance back behind...

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Just Life Just life, everywhere, in all parts of the way. On all the paths of the road. Dry world, vision. The beauty of life is just an invisible follower. But I believe in the dream life. A fact of life. A fact of life: there is no law, no love—just Light. Live, live in the infinitely vibrant radiation of Light. Souls...

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N-o E-xit R-oad I-s E-nd, L-etting O-ne N-ormally T-read A-nother C-ourse ©bfa052625 Monocrostic (Birthday of Nerie P. Lontac) ...

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When God's fire burns so bright, It changes us into glorious light. His children now, His Name we bear, A love so deep, who can compare. By His stripes, we are healed, By His Blood, our destiny is sealed. Sons and daughters, strong we stand, Held within His everlasting Hand. Saved by grace, adorned in robes so white, Clothed in His Righteousness, shining bright. With...

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Pain sat in my chest all winter. I tore it open— primrose petals burst from my rib cage....

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So now what, where do I go from here I'm wandering around feeling a bit weird People that I know don't know how to react Thinking my spirits have finally cracked Not so, I welcome this change of scene Drinking more coffee, it's becoming routine It's similar to finally stopping to smoke After forty long years for fear that I'll croak Well wish...

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Had lunch with a friend And we sat in the shade In a sidewalk arrangement The restaurant made. I live on the east side And she on the west. We meet to catch up At each other’s request. The corner was busy And traffic zipped by. With sirens and buses, I’m not gonna lie, The noisiness level Was blaring and loud, Plus bulldozers rolled As pedestrians cowed. Construction just added More...

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The bitterly heavy rains had cleared, and though the afternoon heat reeked more of eternal summer than of spring, we felt her hover through our wide-eyed gazes, the unapologetic smiles and in every wrong turn taken, in every awkward interaction. Amidst a meadow of paper and texts, fresh intellect shows signs of blossom while the wardens of nature - the lapwings and...

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