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"If we wait until we are ready, we'll be waiting for the rest of our lives" - Lemony Snicket (The Ersatz Elevator)

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BY: Karenne Wood

Some nights we feel the furred darkness
of an ancient one's breath and are trapped
in awakening, dismembered
by events we no longer recall.
We can touch the windowsill,
where October air gathers
as hours slip past in thin robes,
the forest a concert of voices.
The last crickets let go of their songs.

The land speaks, its language arising
from its own geography—
the mountains' hulked shapes
are blue whales, remembering
when they were undersea ridges,
and rivers are serpentine strands
hammered from silver, and dark trees
talk to the wind—weaving mortal lives,
drumbeats, pillars of smoke,
voices wavering into updraft,
the storyteller shifting the present.

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Secretly, I open an invisible book in my mind, and I step through its magical door-shape into a universe of dangerous villains and breathtaking heroes. Many of the heroes are men and boys, but some are girls so tall strong and clever that they rescue other children from monsters.

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Secretly, I open an invisible book in my mind, and I step through its magical door-shape into a universe of dangerous villains and breathtaking heroes. Many of the heroes are men and boys, but some are girls so tall strong and clever that they rescue other children from monsters.

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Tula [“Books are door-shaped”]

BY MARGARITA ENGLE
Submitted by Amber Reichwein

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"The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom"
- Maya Angelou, Caged Bird

Christelle T.

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A woman of strong faith
Never been shaken by anything
Whatever comes around in life.

A woman of courage,
She move and go in spite of
Difficulties in life, make things
Possible confidently.

A woman of talent, unique to
Express herself productively,
Happy and aware in the way
She will work out with.

A woman of knowledge,
Knowledge comes from experience of
Life that produce wisdom in
Moral and spiritual value.

A woman of intuition, to stand
The ground to be able to work in a
Proper right direction journey of life.

A woman of discipline, feed her
Emotion to behave, to speak her
Mind in a right manner way.

A woman of intellect, nurture her
Children and spouse to pamper her
Family with love, affection she give
Ear to listen, to be modest in the
Way they will go, to live in God in
Faith, to make life easier and simpler.

A woman of prayer, all things in life
She committed in silence prayer,
To be humble in the sight of God,
To listen to the words and command,
To fear God, to love God to be the
Centre of her life.

A woman of strength, relying on God,
Seeking his grace, mercy he endure to
A woman of faith in God alone, along way.

A woman of God speak in wisdom,
Has a special attention in the eyes of
God, secure on earth and in heaven place.
- Jocelyn Sumido Dunbar
Mareya Singleton

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BY SARA HOLBROOK

"We practiced together,

sweat and stained.

We pummeled each other

and laughed off pain.

Teams may disagree,

may tease,

may blame.

Teams may bicker and whine,

but get down for the game.

You had my back.

We fought the fight.

And though our score

was less last night,

we're walking tall.

Our team came through

and stuck together like Crazy Glue.

I'm proud to say

I lost with you.
(Yoonjeong Kim - Lucy)

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only control over how I want to feel
so no matter what happens
I know I will have a great time
~Shilow~

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"And though she be but little, she is fierce..."

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"And though she be but little, she is fierce..."

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-William Shakespeare

Elizabeth Six

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Flower

Kim Chun-Soo

Before speaking her name

she had been nothing but a gesture.

When I spoke her name,

she came to me and became a flower.

Now who will speak my name,

one fitting this colour and fragrance of mine,

as I had spoken hers

So that I may go to her and become her flower.

We all yearn to become something.

I yearn to become an unforgettable meaning to you

And you to me

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Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

(Christina Zhang)

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Just Like A Child

© Abimbola T. Alabi

Published: March 12, 2018

How I wish to trust
In life, no questions asked,
Hanging on God's words,
Confident and relaxed,
Just like a child.

How I long for conscience
As mild as the breeze,
Having goodwill with others
And always at peace,
Just like a child.

How I long for courage
That laughs at fear,
Knowing I'd surely be caught
When tossed in the air,
Just like a child.

How I wish to take
Life's journey with ease,
Jolly through thick and thin,
As cool as you please,
Just like a child.

How I need this grace,
So dear Lord, to you I come.
Help me to believe
And receive your kingdom,
Just like a child.

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/just-like-a-child

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"In the past belonged to the god of death, in the future will belong to you." - Shelley(Alice Zhang)

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"The world breaks everyone, and afterward, many are strong at the broken places" - Ernest Hemingway (Seunga Heo)

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"The world breaks everyone, and afterward, many are strong at the broken places" - Ernest Hemingway (Seunga Heo)

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I never thought I’d keep a record of my pain

or happiness

like candles lighting the entire soft lace

of the air

around the full length of your hair/a shower

organized by God

in brown and auburn

undulations luminous like particles

of flame

But now I do

retrieve an afternoon of apricots

and water interspersed with cigarettes

and sand and rocks

we walked across:

How easily you held

my hand

beside the low tide

of the world

Now I do

relive an evening of retreat

a bridge I left behind

where all the solid heat

of lust and tender trembling

lay as cruel and as kind

as passion spins its infinite

tergiversations in between the bitter

and the sweet

Alone and longing for you

now I do

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/54507/poem-for-haruko

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Flowers That Bloom When Shaken – Do Jong-hwan Where is the flower that blooms without shaking? Any of the beautiful flowers of this world all bloom while being shaken. They shake on stems that grow upright. Where is the love that goes without shaking? Where is the flower that blooms without being soaked? Any of the shining flowers of this world bloom as they are soaked. Soaked by wind and rain, petals bloom warmly. Where is the life that goes without being soaked?

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Flowers That Bloom When Shaken – Do Jong-hwan Where is the flower that blooms without shaking? Any of the beautiful flowers of this world all bloom while being shaken. They shake on stems that grow upright. Where is the love that goes without shaking? Where is the flower that blooms without being soaked? Any of the shining flowers of this world bloom as they are soaked. Soaked by wind and rain, petals bloom warmly. Where is the life that goes without being soaked?

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(Sojeong Kweon)

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I seek no copy now of life's first half:

Leave here the pages with long musing curled,

And write me new my future's epigraph,

New angel mine, unhoped for in the world!

-Elizabeth Barrett Browning, “Sonnet Xlii: My Future”

Stacie Seifert

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(Last stanza)
"Over the mountains
Of the moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldy ride,"
The shade replied,--
"If you seek for Eldorado!"

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Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,

Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,

Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)

Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,

Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,

Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,

The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?

Answer.

That you are here—that life exists and identity,

That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
- Walt Whitman

Tamia Henry

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The balled
Pulp of your heart
Confronts its small
Mill of silence

How you jump ---
Trepanned veteran,
Dirty girl,
Thumb stump.