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Manipulated Chances
A soccer ball is kicked from a foot,
quickly rolling across the grass.
The grass understands the ball's duty,
and lets itself be flattened
from the glossy sphere.
It's trapped by a cleat
that rolls it away from others. -
Grounding roots
I gently sketch the branches
of a great pine tree.
I craft them to be delicate
but sturdy.
They hold power,
strength, and glory.
I draw the ground high,
so I can show
the roots that ground it. -
Codes Into My Flute
My fingers dance across my keys,
My lips bend into my embouchure,
And a soft note arises.
My fingers know what to do,
Shifting and caressing,
punching a code into the instrument. -
Copper Wires Entwining
I snip the wire, letting it fall.
The shard flutters into my hand,
Willing to lend me a chance.
I begin to bend, twist,
And twirl the copper string.
I manipulate the metal,
Braiding it, and entwing it -
Questions, More, Or Less.
Equations stretch across a gridded page,
Looking like a jumble of lines and curves,
But they answer questions,
That have been wondered for ages,
And they solve the riddles of our world, -
The Flowers Of Your Personality
The flowers of your personality
Are always in full bloom.
The bees buzz around them,
Inspired by your strength.
The weeds are not present,
Repelled by your stance.
The hummingbirds flutter,
Admiring your peace.
Loves
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ojos de paz (eyes of peace)
Yo quiero un mundo
de felicidad para todos.
Donde hay no fin de cuánto
tu puedes amor
todos las cosas
tu quieres.
Cree tu eres el sola persona
en el mundo,
y cierras sus ojos
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Ode to Grandma's Zwieback
Culture is a peculiar word.
Holding such importanceIn someone’s person
Celebrated and encouraged
Songs
Art
Food
Grandma's ZwiebackLittle pockets of answers
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writing makes it real
I sat down to write a poem about politics,
About how our country is tearing itself apart,
About how we’ve tried to glue pieces back together,
About how somehow it’s already been a year.
