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For all our Soldiers |
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Tammy Nuzzo-Morgan, Long Island
If I could offer drops of faith to fill your endless need
I would open all my salty rivers, let them flow into your desert
If I could wrap our eyes in memories of peace
I would blind us both, blessed to grope
If I could morph these bloodied arms
into armored wings I would carry us up
Allow us just a bit of space to breathe,
see more than the battle field
Know more than the sound of the fire fight,
the smell of hope incinerating
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Awakened Flight |
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Francisco Ramos Stierle, Berkeley
It is our responsibility to try to persuade our people to not walk over the cliff.
If we fail to show them the different paths of light to change their belief,
it is also our responsibility to construct, for all,
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The Crystalline Lattice |
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Terri Glass, San Francisco
My love for you is beyond gender,
beyond the constraints of personality,
beyond space and time.
It is contained
in the marvelous crystalline lattice,
held by the heart strings,
plucked like a harp,
dipped into the well of clear water.
We are here for just an instant
and vanish like a snowflake,
our imprint still shimmering
against the glass pane.
But the heart, the heart-
it lasts forever.
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Zimbabwe Rose |
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Patrice Delchambre, Netherlands, Zimbabwe
Zimbabwe is . .
the place where I learnt what it was to be human,
totally unpredictable
amazing, frustrating, lost, hopeless and hopeful at the same time,
inflated in the spotlight for the wrong reasons
contradictory, rich, poor, beautiful
painful, horrible, adorable, lovely, love and hate together
my passion, my heartache
caught with deceit and deceptive corruption, but deep clenching roots with generations
of patriotic devotion
a cure for optimists
is real life - positive and negative intertwined - rich in human drama and natural beauty
waiting for a great future! |
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