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Your tenure brief; then by July's first day /
like childhood and young love, you've flown away (from the poem "To a June Bug")
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If I could play the violin
I'd write a melody /
euphonious to draw you in
and play my rhapsody (from the poem "If I Could Play the Violin")
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Adventure calls as I'm sequestered in my cozy nook / I've known and seen and been all this - for I have read a book (from the poem "Sequestered in My Cozy Nook")
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You turn my thoughts from dying leaves
to robins singing from their nests,
I thank you friend for all your words,
I needed wings today (from the poem "I Needed Wings Today")
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We esteem diversity; you value me, I value you / Always with respect for those who hold a different point of view (from the poem "We")
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i'm minoring in history,
you're majoring in mystery,
do i like you unconditionally -
do i love you? (from the poem "Uncommon")
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Though you were versed in tragedy,
you showed us, Vincent, what could be;
in vivid, dancing hues. Your goal -
portraying beauty of the soul (from the poem "Compose")
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My double-helix DNA
will dance its own distinct ballet,
no other tale could I design,
no other poet could write mine (from the poem "Distinct Ballet")
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Never is stillness more still than the drone /
of echoes of loved ones gone home to their own
(from the poem "Everybody's Going Home")
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The breath of life that woke the dead and calmed the raging sea /
still breathes and fills the lungs of faith – it reaches even me. (from the poem "The Darkness of the Deep")
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I sometimes walk with head held high /
a prideful, unrepentant guy -
while you live humble as the silent b /
in subtlety.
(from the poem "Soliloquy to My Future Self")
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nine muses sip their own fickle wine /
come, dance under my oak tree once more / I want to dream in color again.
(from the poem "Going on Nine Months")
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There is a firmament within your heart /
of stars as yet unnamed. They shine their light /
upon each path your future holds. So start /
by seeking out those stars when comes the night. (from the poem "Imagination")
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all of life is a poem -
as we rearrange its lines /
to find rhyme in mayhem /
beauty in chaos /
reason in ambiguity /
hope in a dungeon.
(from the poem "All of Life Is a Poem")
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We are defined by how our minutes rhyme.
(from the poem "Time")
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We are defined by wars our hearts have fought. (from the poem "Time")
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Time -
it can't be owned, it only can be spent
(from the poem "Time")
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We are apples growing on our parent's tree, planted by our grandparents from the apples of our great-grandparents.
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