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Relaxing

Enjoying

A interesting book

Don't want it to end

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constellations, stars, planets.

What else is there to ask for?

colors, shapes, that's the galaxy for you.

Alyssa Knop

Miss Walker

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Galaxies are sprawling space systems composed of dust, gas, and countless stars. The number of galaxies cannot be counted-the observable universe alone may contain 100 billion. Some of these distant systems are similar to our own Milky Way galaxy, while others are quite different.

Galaxies with less than a billion stars are considered "small galaxies." In our own galaxy, the sun is just one of about 100 billion stars.

Types of Galaxies

Galaxies are classified into three main types: spiral galaxies, elliptical galaxies, and irregular galaxies.

Spiral galaxies, such as the Milky Way, consist of a flat disk with a bulging center and surrounding spiral arms. The galaxy's disk includes stars, planets, dust, and gas-all of which rotate around the galactic center in a regular manner.

This spinning motion, at speeds of hundreds of kilometers per second, may cause matter in the disk to take on a distinctive spiral shape like a cosmic pinwheel. Some spiral galaxies obtain even more interesting shapes that earn them descriptive names, such as sombrero galaxies.

Older stars reside in the bulge at the center of the galactic disk. Many new stars also form in spiral systems, and their disks are surrounded by a halo, which scientists believe is rich with mysterious dark matter.

Elliptical galaxies are shaped as their name suggests. They are generally round but stretch longer along one axis than along the other. They may be nearly circular or so elongated that they take on a cigarlike appearance.

Elliptical galaxies contain many older stars, up to one trillion, but little dust and other interstellar matter. Their stars orbit the galactic center, like those in the disks of spiral galaxies, but they do so in more random directions. Few new stars are known to form in elliptical galaxies.

The universe's largest known galaxies are giant elliptical galaxies, which may be as much as two million light-years long. Elliptical galaxies may also be small, in which case they are dubbed dwarf elliptical galaxies.

Galaxies that are not spiral or elliptical are called irregular galaxies. Irregular galaxies appear misshapen and lack a distinct form, often because they are within the gravitational influence of other galaxies close by.

Some galaxies occur alone or in pairs, but they are more often parts of larger associations known as groups, clusters, and superclusters.

Galaxies in such groups often interact and even merge together in a dynamic cosmic dance of interacting gravity. Mergers cause gases to flow towards the galactic center, which can trigger phenomena like rapid star formation.

Our own Milky Way may someday merge with the Andromeda galaxy-just two million light-years away and visible to the naked eye from Earth's Northern Hemisphere.

These intergalactic processes may be part of natural evolution by which irregular galaxies transform into one of the other shapes, and by which spiral galaxies eventually become elliptical galaxies-as scientists believe they must.

Most astronomers suggest that galaxies formed shortly after a cosmic " big bang" that began the universe some 10 billion to 20 billion years ago. In the milliseconds following this explosion, clouds of gases began to coalesce, collapse, and compress under gravity to form the building blocks of galaxies.

Scientists are divided on just how galaxies first formed. Some believe that smaller clusters of about one million stars, known as globular clusters, formed first and later gathered into galaxies. Others believe that galaxies formed first and that only later did the stars within them begin to gather into smaller clusters.

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Galaxies are sprawling space systems composed of dust, gas, and countless stars. The number of galaxies cannot be counted-the observable universe alone may contain 100 billion. Some of these distant systems are similar to our own Milky Way galaxy, while others are quite different. Galaxies with less than a billion stars are considered "small galaxies."

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What is heaven? Heaven is happy place where you go enjoy your life and have a happy life too, heaven might make dreams or imagery come to life, or even do something you have never done before.  There might even be stairs leading to heaven and they are waiting for you.  Heaven is a magical place.

Alyssa Knop

Miss Walker

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Guest blogger John D of Philosophical Disquisitions summarizes contemporary articles in philosophy of religion in plain talk so that you can be up to speed on the God debate as it ensues at the highest levels of thought. Visit John's blog for more helpful summaries of contemporary philosophical works.

Heaven is a place where people enjoy eternally a supremely worthwhile happiness... [A] man in Heaven would be in a situation of supreme value.

- Swinburne, "A Theodicy of Heaven and Hell" (1983)

In my most recent series of posts (on the topic of natural evil), I made some allusions to something called the problem of heaven. I did so in order to support certain criticisms of theistic responses to the problem of evil. Since these allusions were, no doubt, maddeningly vague, I decided it might behoove me to do a whole series on the problem of heaven. That is what you are now reading.

The series will be based on some material contained in chapter 6 of Graham Oppy's book Arguing about Gods (pp. 314-329 to be precise). In that chapter, Oppy deals with the full gamut of logical and evidential problems of evil, only turning to the problem of heaven at the very end. This order of presentation makes sense because heaven only really poses a problem in light of certain standard theistic strategies for dealing with evil. In this post, we will first outline those strategies and then develop in full the problem of heaven. In future posts, we will deal with the possible theistic responses to the problem.

Free Will Defences and Free Will Theodicies

Arguments from evil typically work by pointing out the inconsistency between the existence of evil and the existence of a morally perfect being. Some arguments propose that the inconsistency is logical, i.e. no amount of evil is compatible with the existence of God; other arguments propose that the inconsistency is evidential, i.e. a small volume of evil is compatible but not a large volume (or, rather, a large volume reduces the probability of God's existence).

To complicate things, as we saw in the last series, there are two main categories of evil that are discussed in these debates: (i) moral evil and (ii) natural evil. Moral evil is evil resulting from the actions of agents with free will; natural evil is evil resulting from the operation of the laws of nature. Focusing for now on moral evil, consider the following version of the logical problem (terminology is explained afterwards):

(1) Necessarily, a perfect being can just choose to make an A-universe. (Premise)

(2) Necessarily, A-universes are better than non-A-universes in which there are free agents. (Premise)

(3) Necessarily, if a perfect being has a choice between options, and one of those options is non-arbitrarily better than the other options, then the perfect being chooses the non-arbitrarily better option. (Premise)

(4) Hence, necessarily, if a perfect being makes a universe that contains free agents, then it makes an A-universe. (From 1, 2, and 3)

(5) Our universe contains free agents, but it is not an A-universe. (Premise)

(6) Hence, it is not the case that a perfect being made our universe (From 4 and 5)

This argument (which is Oppy's creation) makes use of the unusual terminology "A-universes". This is simply his name for universes that are non-arbitrarily better than all other universes containing free agents. He says that A-universes could contain free agents, but they would be free agents who always chose to do the good. And just to to clarify, by "free agent" here is meant an agent with libertarian free will.

The argument just given contains the typical non-theistic rationale for the logical problem of evil: God could have created a universe in which agents did not perform moral evils; and that universe could have contained agents with free will (provided they simply always chose to do the good). The fact that ours is not such a universe is proof that it was not created by a perfect being.

The, by now standard, reply to this argument is that of the free will defence. According to this defence, a proper analysis of the libertarian conception of free will reveals that premise (1) is false: it is not possible for a perfect being to create an A-universe because agents with libertarian freedom have to commit evil in some possible universes. This defence seems to successfully dissolve the logical problem of evil. But in order for it to work, we must assume that libertarian free will is such a great good that a perfect being is justified in creating a universe with it, instead of one without it. This, as we shall see, poses a problem for the traditional conception of heaven.

It's worth also mentioning free will theodicies here. These are typically adopted in response to weaker versions of the problem of evil. They come in different forms but they share the assumption that it is possible (for all we know) that the kinds of evil we find in this universe are a perfect trade-off against the goods realised through the existence of free agents. This blunts the force of the problem of evil but does so at some costs. In particular, it also poses a problem for the traditional conception of heaven, as we are about to see.

The Problem of Heaven

You've probably had enough stage-setting by now and are anxious to get on to the main event, the problem of Heaven itself. So let's formulate that now. Following tradition, we are generally led to believe that heaven is a place of supreme value: well worth spending eternity in anyway. What's more, its supposedly a damn sight better than this veil of tears we're currently landed in, what with its moral and natural evils and all that. All of this seems to be implied by the quotes from Swinburne given at the start of this post.

But this conception of Heaven raises some obvious questions: are we to assume that there no moral evil in Heaven? If so, then what about the great good of free will? Are there free agents in Heaven who always choose to do the good? If so, then why couldn't the universe have been like that? If there is moral evil in Heaven, then in what sense is it a place of supreme value? These rhetorical jibes can be made into a respectable argument. As follows:

(1) Necessarily, there is no evil in heaven (premise).

(2) If there is morally significant free will in Heaven, then it is not the case that, necessarily, there is no moral evil in heaven (premise, from free will defence).

(3) Therefore, there is no morally significant freedom in heaven.

(4) Heaven is a domain in which the greatest goods are realised (premise).

(5) Therefore, the greatest goods are realised in a domain in which there is no morally significant free will.

(6) A perfect being can choose to create any domain that it is logically possible to create (premise, appeal to omnipotence).

(7) Therefore, a perfect being can choose to create a domain in which the greatest goods are realised and in which there is no moral evil.

(8) A world that contains the greatest goods and no moral evil is non-arbitrarily better than any world that contains the greatest goods, incomparably lesser goods, and the amounts and kinds of evils that are found in our universe.

(9) If a perfect being faces a choice among options and one of those options is non-arbitrarily better than the others, then the perfect being will choose the non-arbitrarily better one.

(10) Therefore, it is not the case that a perfect being made our universe.

Let's talk about each of the premises of this argument. Premise (1) is justified by appeal to the orthodox conception of heaven. Premise (2) is justified by appeal to the libertarian conception of free will that motivates the free will defence. Premise (3) then follows. Premise (4) is justified by appeal to the orthodox conception of heaven. Premise (5) follows from (3) and (4). Premise (6) is justified by a standard philosophical parsing of omnipotence, and premise (7) follows when (6) and (5) are combined (and when you bear in mind that a world with no morally significant free will would have no moral evil). Premise (8) seems to be straightforward enough. Premise (9) is justified by appeal to the notion of a morally perfect being - the feeling is that such a being would surely always choose the morally best option. The conclusion (10) then follows from the conjunction of (7), (8) and (9).

The result is that we seem to have a powerful argument against the existence of God emanating from the traditional responses to the problem of evil and the orthodox conception of heaven.

There are, of course, some obvious ways out of this problem. In the remaining entries in this series we will consider three of them:

(i) There is, contra to tradition, evil in heaven.

(ii) There are alternative analyses of free will that avoid this problem.

(iii) Not all great goods are heavenly goods.

We'll start with the first of those the next day.

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dreams happen during the day

dreams happen at night

dreams happen everywhere you go

A dream reflects on what happens in your real life.

Alyssa Knop

Miss Walker

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Flowers all around me start to bloom into a mix of colors

Magenta, Blue, Yellow, the list goes on and on

Cherry blossom trees start to blossom

Bushes start to grow bright green leaves

In the very middle of the garden there is a red rose bush surrounding the center peice

A tropical plumeria

With light pink on the outside and a darker pink on the inside on the flower

Never have I seen such a beautiful flower in my whole life

Birds are chirping

The sun is out

It's a beautiful spring day

To go and smell the flowers

By: Amber Kilroy

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Jelly beans, wonderful explosions bursting in your mouth.

Some tasting good, and others bad.

You may not know your next flavor, but anyone will do.

Jelly beans are like bombs.

Never knowing what will happen.

Yet, brilliant flavors make your whole body go up in shivers.

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Families come and go

And they make memories here

They never noticed the true beauty

of the house

They rearranged it and repainted it

The house is still there standing tall

and stiff over the years

But, it doesn't know about the years to come

More families will settle in the house and make more memories

The house might be old

But, the memories will never die

How do I know?

Because I am the brick house

By: Amber Kilroy

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She's always there beside me

She's always there for me

She's never far away

She's always close

She's never going to give up on me

She will always want me around

She'll always be my best friend

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it's blank

it's empty

it's nothing

it's dark

it's deep

it's far away

it's space

By: Charlotte Palumbo

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I could soar

beyond the sky

I wish I could glide

beyond the limits

I wish I zoom

above our world

I wish I could drift

far up and away

I wish I could float

above and beyond

the things I wish...

By: Charlotte Palumbo

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The night is dark.

In silence you sleep.

But when you wake up in the morning you dance with a sheep.

The night is beautiful

And the night is truthful.

By Cesar Collado

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The sun is rising.

The birds are chirping.

It was unsurprising that the birds were chirping a song of happiness.

For today was the day where all of the sadness,

and all of the madness.

Would wash away with the new morning dew.

By: Thomas Capro

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Giants are awesome, you can't say they're not

They're better than the eagles by a long shot

Giants have four superbowls

Eagles have none

Playing the eagles is quite fun

and when the game ends

the score is forty two to zip

I see Chip Kelly walk off the field

with a quivering lip

By Jack Girard

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If I had I million dollars, I would first help the poor,

Who wander on the streets and eat from the floor,

I'd give them $100,000 so they could have a home and eat,

Having no longer the roam across the streets.

Next, I'd buy my parents a nice and roomy house,

Filled with posters with Minnie and Mickey Mouse,

Then I'd go the Foot Locker and get new shoes,

Maybe I'd get the Jordan Sport Blues,

I'd get new books with adventure and mystery,

Possibly filled with a lot of history,

Like "From Norvelt to Nowhere" and "The Genius Files"

A lot of those books I would put in piles,

Finally, I'd put the money aside,

Then make a living for my life.

By: Cindy Cetoute

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They put me inside an oven to bake,

Slowly turning into a miserable cake,

I feel myself beginning to bubble,

Knowing that my friends and I are in trouble,

They opened the oven and I started my life,

Vanilla frosting me with a butter knife,

Decorating me with pieces of candy,

Thinking that it would come in handy,

Lifting me up, he peeled off my wrapper,

Bad things will happen and I wanted to slap him,

Opening his mouth with white teeth inside,

That was the day the cupcake had died.

By: Cindy Cetoute

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Music is so fun,

when you are hitting a home run,

you can listen to some,

or when you are at the beach,

and it is high tide,

you are outside,

listen to this great soun

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Waterfall,

gleaming as the sun rises shining luminous light on the glimmering beads of water,

reflecting like a fifty-carot dazzling diamonds,

the water running down over jagged rocks,

screaming with delight as the sparkling jewels of droplets fly in all directions,

the smooth flow of water like a soft, warm, gentle breeze,

the water glints in the sunlight with specks of gold falling slowly

the green forest grows dark, and the flecks grow dimmer and dimmer as the sun sets silently,

and the moon makes its appearance into the dark night sky,

stars twinkling elegantly, and showing off eager for attention,

entrancing those who watch them

and finally

rays of sunlight peek over the edge of the ocean,

spreading bits golden light all across the oceans,

seas,

rivers,

streams,

cities,

towns,

houses,

meadows,

fields,

through open windows,

over hills,

across valleys,

in the waterfall

rising and rising and rising and rising,

as the moon sadly shrinks away from the slowly brightening sky,

and disappears,

light illuminating the land, and water on Earth below it, the sun makes its own international entrance,

and here arises a new day, lighting the water with the gold specks of light that enter the world with the sun,

Waterfall,

By : Lainey Fingerman

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In life you don't know what's next

Sometimes people are afraid of what's to come

Your relative's death, a stolen necklace, an overwhelming disease

But, it's not the end of the world

You shouldn't think of it that way

Well, at least that's what I think

Sometimes people don't care what other people think because they only care about themselves in life

But, You should treat others with the respect they deserve and don't treat them like dirt

It's just not right

No one in life wants to be treated that way

Would you be happy if someone treated you like dirt?

These are some of the things you need to think about in life

Because at any moment, life can end

So live it to the fullest of your ability

But, don't think of it that way because that's not the end

It's only the beginning

By: Amber Kilroy

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I did some bad thing in the past

I've lied

I've stolen

I've sinned

I went to church

And I prayed

But it did little to help me

God forgave me, but I will never forget

Of what I did in the past

I will never forgive myself

But hopefully you will

By: Amber Kilroy

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Life is like a story

Sometimes good...

Sometimes bad...

But a story must end one day

The one thing that still goes on in a story are memories

They never die

So actually, Life is a never ending story.

By: Amber Kilroy

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Cancer must of been rough

And loosing her was tough

Now she's gone forever

And we've barely been together

She held me in her arms

Right before she died

But maybe we'll be together

In another life

By: Rachel Fisher

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In the past I did some bad stuff
I've lied
I've stolen

I've sinned

But I regret what I did in the past

I've gone to church

I've prayed

And God forgave me

But I still regret what I did in the past

I Forgave, but haven't forgotten

Of what I did in the past

I will never forgive my self

But hopefully you will

By: Amber Kilroy

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Lucy the Liger lives beside a lake

Lucy loves to bake birthday cakes

Shoes of lollipops

Mountains of gumdrops

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Bouncy bouncy bouncy bouncy

Hippo to the rescue

The hippo goes bounce

The hippo jumped over the moon

The hippo bounces high

He jumped over Saturn

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When you look up

into the sky,

do you seem

to ask yourself "why?"

Do you wonder what is passed

the second star to the right.

Maybe its neverland

that could be a might.

Over that hill

what do you see?

A wise old man

sleeping in a tree?

What about

on the moon.

Could it be

a man who's a lune!

Into the woods

deep dark at night.

Is there a dragon

that you will soon fight?

In the swamp,

around the corner,

is a beautiful mermaid,

but don't forget to warn her!

Warn her about

sea monster under.

Under the sea,

she better not slumber.

Whats in your closet?

A monster that scares!

Or is he nice,

and really cares.

And then when you here

the door start to creek.

It's only your mom

telling you "good night go to seep."

You lie down

in your bed.

Wondering to yourself,

One thousand thoughts in your head.

Is there things

all out there!

Or is it real things

like a bear.

Is it actually

something wild!

Who would know or believe you,

your just a child.

But then you start to

close your eyes,

and start to see

something come alive.

You see all he things

that made you wonder.

But are these things

all in your slumber.

Is it all

just a dream?

Or is it

in reality.

You no longer know

what is in store,

when you realize

that their is no snore.

You don't hear yourself

"catching some Z's)"

And know you know

that its not a dream.

So next time

start to wonder.

And don't forget

to do so before slumber.

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Under the sea.

Why sit on the bleachers

when you can see ocean creatures.

There are so many features,

there might even be a mythical creature.

When I am stuck on a math problem,

I can just think of the bottom,

this is so awesome,

the bottom of the deep blue sea.

Instead of getting stung by a bee,

I might find a magical key.

Instead of having breeze,

you can have these...

These awesome waves,

that make you feel like you are in a cave.

It makes me feel brave.

It is a sky wave.

Oh yes,oh yes it is amazing.

At night, you can go star gazing.

It is worth dazing,

so take a minute

and get your banana passion fruit

and get ready for this swimming route.

By:Olivia Wnorowski

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Playing softball is like a dream.

When you run the bases you are fast and free.

As you hit the ball it flys through the air high in the sky.

And when the pitcher pitches it, it takes a trip from her hand to the glove of the catcher.

But if you don't hit the ball then you'll get.......1........2........3 strikes your! Your out!!!

By: Alexandra Ankiewicz

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Chocolate chip cookies are yummy.

Yummy in my tummy.

When I eat them,

I want to see em

So I open one up,

and than I get a cup.

A cup of milk that I will enjoy

oh that delivery boy,

that delivery boy smelt the cookies,

and they made him boogie-woogie.

He came inside for one,

and we really had allot of fun

By:Olivia Wnorowski

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Thinking, thinking.

What do I write?

What should it be about?

I might be here all night!

Maybe love,

or a hotel desk clerk!

Oh, what am I kidding,

this is never going to work.

Happy thoughts

in my mind!

Should I write about that!

No, its a waste of time.

What about one with pancakes!

No thats weird.

Or about a pirate,

with a ten foot long beard.

I'm doing this for many reasons.

Mainly I need to win.

It's also for fun

what if I get a bin?

This is taking forever!

Isn't it supposed to be fun!

Wait the poems right here!

I just wrote won!

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By: Christina Constandi

Order up!

Here it comes,

my 1,000 pancakes

That must be fun.

Golly G!

Thats a lot,

time to dig in.

Ouch! Thats hot.

Now there cool .

Thats much better.

Pass the syrup,

and the butter.

I'm almost full.

Munch! Munch! Munch!

There is a lot more left ,

I guess nothing for  lunch.

There is one left,

one more on my  plate.

Well thats the end,

of my pancake date.

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White

White as the snow

The albino penguin lurked

lurked around the glacier

Hiding his form

Waddling around like nothing meant anything

Looking at the preppy penguins, all dressed up in black suits, wondering where he fits in

Al doesn't need to fit in because he STANDS OUT!

Mr. Hoyle's Sixth Period Class

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Cute, talkative, cuddly

Lovable, adorable too!

Wouldn't be able to live without you.

Alyssa Knop Miss Walker

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Summer Sun Shining

Trees Sway In The Ocean Breeze

Tanning In The Sun

Alyssa Knop Miss Walker

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Lean out your window, golden hair

I heard you singing in the midnight air

My book is closed, I read no more

Matching the fire dance, on the floor

I've left my book, I've left my room

For I heard you singing through the gloom

singing and singing, a merry air

Lean out the window, golden hair

By RC

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is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz,
Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier
St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for
yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and
statuary
it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything
as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front
of it
in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles

and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them

I look
at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in
the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s
in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together
the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care
of Futurism
just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that
used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when
the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider
as carefully
as the horse

it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you
about it

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I see nothing,

Yet know everything,

I lurk in the dark unknown.

Everyone just passes by,

Always not knowing,

That in the dark below,

Things are grabbing,

Things are reaching,

Up from the dark.

Below their feet,

Things are stirring,

Whispers are spreading,

Secrets are reavealed,

All from the dark below.

By: Connor Coffin

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Here is the thing about a clock,

it doesn't stop,

unless it's broken,

The second hand goes,

tick, tock, tick, tock,

until the minute hand goes,

tick, tock, tick, tock,

bong,

another hour up,

and there goes the hour hand,

tick, tock, tick, tock,

time doesn't stop,

and if it does,

the clock is broken.

By Lainey Fingerman

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You flip in the pages of a book like you flip through life

Some days are dreadful

And some days are stupendous

Sometimes the conflict is never solved it’s right in the open

Other times you put your differences aside

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I looked out the window

I saw giant fortune cookie

As mysterious as it looks

I still want to eat it

So I went outside

So I opened it to see my fortune

And it had my face on it

I screamed "AAAAAAAAAhhhhhh"

When I was eating the cookie I accidentally ate my face

A duck waddled over and started eating the cookie too

I woke up from this dream

I got out of bed and I stepped on something

It crunched under my foot

It was a FORTUNE COOKIE!!!!!!!

Then I was back in the dream, all over again....

Mrs. Horton's and Mr Moreski's 4th Period Class

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I am Stuck Everywhere I go walls surround me, All the open doors shut M emories tower over me, R egret reflects to me, I am scared, the once light world turned dark, M onsters grab, cut and scratch at me, trying to turn my soul black, and break me but they don’t understand, I am already broken, my screams drowned out the problems in my head, I am terrified And stuck, in a war between me, and myself.

By Lana Huang

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Life is like a game of chess, You are the King, And it doesn't matter if the lifeless shells of pawns pile beneath your feet, Or if the throne crumbles, and the magnificent crown rust, Because Once the King is gone, The game is over.

By Lana Huang

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They say people go to heaven ( so I've been told),

People say it is filled with gold,

I see my uncle, aunt and friend,

I even saw grandpa around the bend,

I never knew heaven would be so fun,

Looking at the gold strands of sun,

Saw Paul Walker and Michael Jackson too,

Sitting in thrones eating beef stew,

Then I saw the King of the Jews,

Looking at me, happily amused,

I see the image begin to deem,

Realizing it was just a dream.

by: Cindy Cetoute

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Passing Soul

Oh, how it pleasures me when our eyes suddenly connect
as we pass each other along sun battered streets of machinery and foundations of rubble,
traveling aimlessly towards daily destinations which only our erratic feet may lead.

Seconds before our shoulders become adjacent,
I stare high into that tie -dye ceiling where birds stretch their wings
like swindling leaves of a scarlet oak
that shivers from an autumn chill,

only to see that radiant star above reflect our silhouettes on pale pavement,
reminding me for a moment's glance that
our madness,
our confusions,
our energies,
are one.

Child of this earth,
fancy to my senses,

no matter where my feet decide to lead me,
no matter where my pupils connect,
I see myself in you,
my dear passing soul.
Mr. Moreski

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Be Careful, the Struggleousus is real,

Infect someone else, it's the only way to heal

Characterized by a lack of common sense,

If you are diagnosed don't take offense,

It hits at the wrong time, like it was planned,

Struggleousos will make you stick your head in the sand!

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Winnie the Pooh

Big Belly, Red Shirt Too!

There is nobody like you,

He is one cool dude!

One who eats honey all day

after that he's ready to Play!

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By Aidan M.

The old librain we all call Sue,

Was secretly an elf too,

She Pranced and danced all day long, Till one day she found an old shoe, So after that day she became a librian.

By: Gerald (Aidan)

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Aidan

Aidan,

Being cray, cray in the chrome dome

Crazy like Jimmy Caskit

During school in Mrs. Bellezza’s class

Every day of the year

Freaking out like a mad man

Gerald

Having fun

In school.

By: Gerald (Aidan Mullins)

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The force of air rushing in your face.

Flipping from bar to bar, just like a monkey swinging from tree to tree.

Pointing your toes with great technique, straightening your legs with all your might.

Gymnastics. The way your body moves by itself in its own beautiful way.

By Holly Talbot

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Fish swim all around,

The wave crashes against me,

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The fire burns

The ashes fly high in the sky

As I watch the beautiful fire

Do its magic.

By: Matthew Shaw

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Look its a Bat

No its cat in the hat

Maybe its a sword

Man i'm so bored

Hey guys look its a cat

By:Eddie Aldarelli

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In the winter, snowflakes fall

Such large snowmen, oh so tall

Spring time comes, and flowers bloom

The smell of rich soil, fills the room

The summer soon appears, with shining rays of sunlight

Everything is very, very, very bright

Fall is last, leaves everywhere

Winds at high speed, blowing hair

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Lights are bright

They are always right

The light is the sun

I am done

So goodbye and follow the light

By: Dillon Downs

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dashing through the night
doing what is right
saving the city
just maybe one day
the city will be serene
then i know
I saved the people
by John A.