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I Believe That Peace Is Beautiful
I believe
that peace
is when
the screaming and shouting and bellowing and crying out
of every generation that has pleaded
for this thing called peace
can settle itself and let us rest our throats.
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The True Answer to this Never-ending Question
Nobody can accept this answer
absolutely nobody
no matter how many times I tell them.
They will argue that
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So No One Can See
After a night of snow (always a fitful night for the clouds, I think, tossing and turning, trying to coat the earth evenly with their powdery delights), when our driveways are indistinguishable from the white and more white around them, my neighbo
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You Laughed, a Rainbow Entered
Purity
Private
You laughed,
a rainbow
entered
We will cry
You passed
You left
You returned,
somehow still caring
Trust me:
kneel
You wrote to the extent
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why do we not know
why?
why are we destroying our one and only planet, our mother earth, our bluish-green marble that has kept us alive for millennia, our one and only home?
why?
Loves
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instructions on growing up
If you wrap your hand around your mother's wrist
your fingers will touch. How
do you come to terms with that? How
do you learn that your father's shoulders
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Chat GPT Poem
This poem is not Chat GPT
I promise to convince you that
and I will attempt to convey
the human
sitting and picking the words
from cobweb corners where
computers can't find them.
there is a beating heart here -
my first haiku
blissful barren bark
blushing poppies springing out
beloved is she -
A year (if personified)
I. January - i would be bitter too, if i was always forgotten. i would be closed off and cold, fix my icy gaze upon anyone who dared to spite me. i wouldn't like myself. wouldn’t like always being forgotten. always being upstaged. -
A grey symphony in a minor
The Piper cleans spittle from her pipe. Saliva, it seems, should have been grey all along, akin to dishwater and drain water and whatever the chimney heaves out. -
A Liar's Love Story
A Liar’s Love Story
By Daniel Viorica