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life,

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say

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o

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seas . . .

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d

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tease . . .

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mean

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me . . .

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leave . . .

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free . . .

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live

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m

y

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life

.

f

o

r

.

me.

Reflection: This is a personal struggle-themed poem that I wrote back in July of 2025 where the affected party finally comes to realize he or she has the power to break the relentless, repeating, negative addiction or compulsion cycle – the question remains whether that step will be taken.

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warnings . . .

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see . . .

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meet . . .

–

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cannot

breathe . . .

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side . . .

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time . . .

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every

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part

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every

.

part
.
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piece . . .
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pulse . . .
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–
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we.

Reflection: 

This is a reflective-themed poem looking back on the cold war era. This was a very frightening period of time where many people expected inevitable and imminent nuclear annihilation (unfortunately, the threat is still there a half-century later). Much of the writings, movies, and music throughout that time reflected these fears. Many of us never dreamed we’d still be here 50+ years later – but here we are. So, do something special, wonderful, and amazing with your life – and love, appreciate, cherish, and make the most out of each and every day. Because we are still here. And that is all that truly matters today. 

I used several 1980s songs reflective of this theme to help create this poem: “Red Skies” and “Stand or Fall” by The Fixx, “Human Race” by Red Rider, “Static” by Planet P Project, “Red Sector A” and “Distant Early Warning” by Rush, and Sting’s “We Work the Black Seam” and “Russians.” I played these songs on repeat in the background at low volume to create the “moodset” and inspire the writing of this poem. If you listen to these songs at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.

It

always

.

c

o

m

e

s

.

alive

.

a

t

.

night . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

when

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e

y

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s

.

smile

.

w

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.

with

delight . . .

–

–

–

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climb,

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climb . . .

–

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dive . . .

–

–

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.

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always

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alive

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a

t

.

night . . .

–

–

–

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it’s

hard

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t

o

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hide

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deny,

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want

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rhyme . . .

–

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.

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.

.

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.

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rhyme . . .

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combined

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dreams

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n

d

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.

fantasize . . .

–

–

–

.

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a

n

d

–

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eyes

smile

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w

i

d

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.

with

delight . . .

–

–

–

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d

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eyes

smile

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with

delight . . .

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delight . . .

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alive . . .

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alive

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t

.

night . . .

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at

night

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comes

alive . . .

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night

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alive . . .

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night

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comes

alive . . .

–

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eyes

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wide

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high . . .

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wide

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high . . .

–

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high . . .

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wide

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a

n

d

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high . . .

–

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–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

crystalize.

Reflection: This is a personal struggle-themed poem that I wrote back in May of 2025 where the affected party cannot seem to break out of the relentless, repeating, taunting tease of competing temptations – creating a negative cycle which consumes the soul. This poem came into being while listening to three favorite Duran Duran songs: “Rio,” “Save a Prayer,” and “My Own Way.” I played these songs on repeat, at low volume, in the background to create the “moodset” for the poem which conjured up images of neon night scenes and the relentless, taunting tease of competing temptations that often accompany these. If you listen to the songs at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.

I

like

.

t

o

.

stray,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

dance,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

play

–

–

among

.

t

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e

.

clouds . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

where

directions,

–

–

delays,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

destinations

.

a

r

e

.

always

.

i

n

.

doubt . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ where

nothing

.

c

a

n

.

be

assured

.

o

r

.

secured,

–

–

except

.

t

h

e

.

now . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ where

nothing

.

c

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n

.

be

assured

.

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r

.

secured,

–

–

except

.

t

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e

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now . . .

–

–

–

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like

.

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now . . .

–

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.

.

.

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d

.

.

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like

.

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doubt . . .

–

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now . . .

–

–

–

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.

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d

.

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like

.

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.

doubt . . .

–

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like

.

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now . . .

–

–

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.

.

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d

.

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like

.

t

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.

doubt . . .

–

–

–

.

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a

b

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–

–

–

clouds . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

whether

storming

rains . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

o

r

–

–

–

hurricanes . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ whether

shades

.

o

f

.

gray . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

o

r

–

–

–

sunny

days

–

–

escaping

.

t

h

e

.

haze . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

something

new

.

c

a

n

.

happen

.

e

v

e

r

y

.

day . . .

–

–

–

.

.

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new

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happen

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r

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day . . .

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–

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care

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about

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route . . .

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about

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how . . .

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care

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about

what

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allowed

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y

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the

crowd . . .

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stray,

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n

d

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dance,

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d

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play . . .

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stray,

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play . . .

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stray,

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n

d

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dance,

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d

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play . . .

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n

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their

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o

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n

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way . . .

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t

–

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their

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o

w

n

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pace . . .

–

–

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t

h

–

–

–

their

.

o

w

n

.

grace . . .

–

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r

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m

–

–

–

day,

.

.

t

o

.

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day,

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t

o

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day . . .

–

–

–

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a

n

d

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place,

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.

t

o

.

.

place,

.

.

t

o

.

.

place . . .

–

–

–

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like

.

t

h

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now . . .

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–

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a

n

d

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I

like

.

t

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doubt . . .

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like

.

t

h

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now . . .

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.

.

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a

n

d

.

.

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I

like

.

t

h

e

.

doubt . . .

–

–

–

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like

.

t

h

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now . . .

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–

–

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.

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a

n

d

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.

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like

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t

h

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.

doubt . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

b

o

u

t

–

–

–

clouds.

Reflection: This is a reflective-themed poem I wrote in May of 2025 while listening to another favorite 80s song from my earlier years: “I Still Believe (Great Design)” by The Call. I played this song on repeat, at low volume, in the background to create the “moodset” for the poem which greatly inspired me: conjuring up feelings and images of boundless hope, peace, and freedom – something perhaps best represented by clouds. If you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.

Time

.

a

l

w

a

y

s

.

smiles

.

s

o

.

warm

.

a

n

d

.

bright,

.

.

o

n

.

.

pages

.

o

f

.

days

.

g

o

n

e

.

by . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

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.

a

l

w

a

y

s

.

smiles . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

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.

a

l

w

a

y

s

.

smiles . . .

–

–

–

.

.

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l

w

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smiles . . .

–

–

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bright,

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pages

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days

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by . . .

–

–

–

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.

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a

n

d

.

.

.

I

cry . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

cry 

.

f

o

r

.

the

sunshine

.

t

h

a

t

.

danced

.

s

o

.

wide

.

across

.

t

h

e

.

skies

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o

f

.

summertime . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

cry

.

f

o

r

.

loves

.

a

n

d

.

likes,

–

–

which

.

i

n

.

my

life

.

n

o

.

longer

reside . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

cry

.

f

o

r

.

subtle

goodbyes

.

I

.

once

denied,

.

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o

r

.

.

did

.

n

o

t

.

recognize . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

cry

.

f

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r

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rhapsodies

.

a

n

d

.

rhymes . . .

–

–

–

.

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failed

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o

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prize

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n

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hold

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u

p

.

high . . .

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–

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.

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cry . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

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cry . . .

–

–

–

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.

I

cry . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

when

I

realize . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

those

were

.

t

h

e

.

better

days . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ those

were

.

t

h

e

.

best

days . . .

–

–

–

.

.

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o

f

–

–

–

my

life . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

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were

.

t

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e

.

best

days . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

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were

.

t

h

e

.

best

days . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

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were

.

t

h

e

.

best

days . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

o

f

.

.

.

my

life . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ a

life

.

l

e

f

t

.

behind . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ a

life

.

n

o

.

longer

mine . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

cry.

Reflection:  This is a melancholy-themed poem that I wrote in May of 2025 where the contemplator looks back on a wonderful past that was left behind – and he/she comes to the haunting realization those were the best days of his/her life. This was a poem which took an unexpected turn when I started writing it. I was listening to two, favorite 80s songs from my earlier years: “Space Age Love Song” by A Flock of Seagulls and “Don’t Change” by INXS. These songs conjured up warm images of summer and sunshine, and I felt warmly inspired by them. So, I played these songs on repeat, at low volume, in the background and started writing the poem. I had expected a warm, hopeful, inspirational kind of poem but, as always, when writing poetry, I just let the words and phrases go in any direction they choose. So, what I ended up with was a melancholy-themed poem instead of the hope/inspirational-themed poem I had expected. Oh well, that’s the way writing goes sometimes. In my experience, the better poems write themselves and take whatever direction they choose. So, I’m just going to leave it at that. Perhaps someone will gain something from it in its current form.

Almond

mousse,

–

–

Tiramisu,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

chocolate

fondue . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

everything

.

i

n

.

one,

–

–

makes

.

i

t

.

easy

.

t

o

.

choose . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ it

makes

.

i

t

.

easy

.

t

o

.

choose . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

w

h

e

n

–

–

–

I’m

thinking

.

o

f

.

you . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

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blends

.

a

n

d

.

brews,

.

.

s

m

o

o

t

h

.

.

romantic

moves . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

w

h

e

n

–

–

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wanted

whispers

.

a

n

d

.

words,

–

–

fire

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a

n

d

.

flame

.

passionate

pursuit . . .

–

–

–

.

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.

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fire

.

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n

d

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flame . . .

–

–

–

.

.

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fire

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n

d

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flame . . .

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–

–

.

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fire

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a

n

d

.

flame . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

passionate

pursuit . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ a

passionate

pursuit . . .

–

–

–

.

.

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o

f

–

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wanted

whispers

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a

n

d

.

words. . .

–

–

–

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.

.

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loves

blue,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

tangerine

too . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

s

o

–

–

–

although,

it’s

easy

. 

t

o

.

choose . . .

–

–

–

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where

each,

.

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a

n

d

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all,

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f

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every . . .

–

–

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s

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you . . .

–

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it’s

difficult

.

t

o

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discern

.

t

h

e

.

truth . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ it’s

easy

. 

t

o

.

choose . . .

–

–

–

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where

each,

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all,

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f

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every . . .

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b

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difficult

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discern

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t

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truth . . .

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.

w

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n

–

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I’m

dreaming

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o

f

.

you . . .

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–

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.

.

dreaming

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f

.

you . . .

–

–

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.

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dreaming

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f

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you . . .

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.

a

n

d

–

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all

.

w

e

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could

be

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a

n

d

.

do . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

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.

o

f

.

you . . .

–

–

–

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.

.

dreaming

.

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f

.

you . . .

–

–

–

.

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.

dreaming

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o

f

.

you . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

every

moon

.

until

noon . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

it

consumes . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Smiles

.

a

n

d

.

laughter . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Laughter

.

a

n

d

.

smiles . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

design

.

a

.

summertime

.

f

u

l

l

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of

rhyme . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ a

summertime

.

f

u

l

l

.

of

rhyme . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

i

n

–

–

–

mere

moments

.

o

f

.

time . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

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.

a

n

d

.

wonder . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

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.

a

n

d

.

warmth . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

waltz

.

w

i

t

h

.

sand

.

a

n

d

.

sky . . .

–

–

–

.

.

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waltz

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i

t

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.

sand

.

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d

.

sky . . .

–

–

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.

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waltz

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sand

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n

d

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sky . . .

–

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–

.

.

.

i

n

–

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–

passion

paradise . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

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passion

paradise . . .

–

–

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.

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o

f

–

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the

mind . . .

–

–

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yes,

.

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easy

. 

t

o

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choose . . .

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.

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where

each,

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all,

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.

every . . .

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discern

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easy

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choose . . .

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each,

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all,

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discern

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truth . . .

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easy

. 

t

o

.

choose . . .

–

–

–

.

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where

each,

.

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a

n

d

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.

all,

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o

f

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.

every . . .

–

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you . .  

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b

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discern

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truth . . .

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w

h

e

n

–

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I’m

dreaming

.

o

f

.

you . . .

–

–

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dreaming

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o

f

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you . . .

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dreaming

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f

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you . . .

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–

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a

n

d

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all

.

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e

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could

be

.

a

n

d

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do . . .

–

–

–

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.

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.

o

f

.

you . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

dreaming

.

o

f

.

you . . .

–

–

–

.

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.

dreaming

.

o

f

.

you . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

every

moon

.

until

noon . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

it

consumes . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

It

consumes

.

t

h

e

.

mood . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

It

consumes

.

t

h

e

.

proof . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

It

consumes

.

t

h

e

.

room . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

It

consumes

.

t

h

e

.

moon . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

It

consumes

.

t

h

e

.

new . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

It

consumes

.

t

h

e

.

blues . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

It

consumes

.

t

h

e

.

tunes . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

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consumes

.

t

h

e

.

dues . . .

–

–

–

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.

.

f

o

r

–

–

–

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dreaming

.

o

f

.

you . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

dreaming

.

o

f

.

you . . .

–

–

–

.

.

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dreaming

.

o

f

.

you . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

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–

all

.

w

e

.

could

be

.

a

n

d

.

do . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ dreaming

.

o

f

.

you . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

dreaming

.

o

f

.

you . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

dreaming

.

o

f

.

you . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

every

moon

.

until

noon . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

this

.

i

s

.

all

.

I

.

want

.

t

o

.

do . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

This

.

i

s

.

all

.

I

.

want

.

t

o

.

do . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

This

.

i

s

.

all

.

I

.

want

.

t

o

.

do . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

This

.

i

s

.

all

.

I

.

want

.

t

o

.

do . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

right

now . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

it

consumes.

Reflection:  This is a romantic-themed poem that I wrote in May of 2025 based on a passionate experience which may or may not have happened in Barcelona, Spain. I’m sure many of us have had experiences like this. I wrote part of this poem sitting on a plane, and the rest after I got home reflecting back.

I

saw

.

y

o

u

.

on

.

a

.

train,

.

.

w

h

e

r

e

.

.

eyes,

–

–

meet

eyes . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

saw

.

y

o

u

.

on

.

a

.

train,

.

.

w

h

e

r

e

.

.

eyes,

–

–

meet

eyes . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

smile . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

s

o

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.

d

i

d

.

ride

.

t

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.

highs,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

lows,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

highs . . .

–

–

–

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o

f

–

–

–

tossing,

–

–

tumbling

tides . . .

–

–

–

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.

d

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d

.

ride . . .

–

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.

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.

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d

.

ride . . .

–

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.

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.

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d

.

ride . . .

–

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.

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e

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highs,

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.

a

n

d

.

.

lows,

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.

a

n

d

.

.

highs . . .

–

–

–

.

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o

f

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–

tossing,

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tumbling

tides . . .

–

–

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.

a

l

l

–

–

–

hours

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o

f

.

the

days

.

a

n

d

.

nights . . .

–

–

–

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.

o

v

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r

–

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the

space

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f

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mere

moments

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i

n

.

time . . .

–

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l

l

–

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–

hours

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o

f

.

the

days

.

a

n

d

.

nights . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

o

v

e

r

–

–

–

the

space

.

o

f

.

mere

moments

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i

n

.

time . . .

–

–

–

.

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.

o

v

e

r

–

–

–

the

space

.

o

f

.

mere

moments

.

i

n

.

time . . .

–

–

–

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o

v

e

r

–

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the

space

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o

f

.

mere

moments

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i

n

.

time . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

l

l

–

–

–

the

while . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ all

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t

h

e

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while,

–

–

there

.

w

a

s

.

you

.

a

n

d

.

I . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ all

.

t

h

e

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while,

–

–

there

.

w

a

s

.

you

.

a

n

d

.

I . . .

–

–

–

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.

.

until

.

t

h

e

.

moment

.

I

.

opened

.

m

y

.

eyes . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ until

.

t

h

e

.

moment

.

I

.

opened

.

m

y

.

eyes . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

came

.

t

o

.

realize,

.

.

w

e

.

.

were

.

n

o

.

longer

sitting

.

side

.

b

y

.

side . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

saw

.

y

o

u

.

on

.

a

.

train,

.

.

w

h

e

r

e

.

.

eyes,

–

–

meet

eyes . . .

–

–

–

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.

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saw

.

y

o

u

.

on

.

a

.

train,

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.

w

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e

r

e

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.

eyes,

–

–

meet

eyes . . .

–

–

–

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.

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saw

.

y

o

u

.

on

.

a

.

train,

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e

r

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.

eyes,

–

–

meet

eyes . . .

–

–

–

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.

.

a

n

d

–

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–

smile . . .

–

–

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.

.

.

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o

.

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.

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.

ride

.

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highs,

.

.

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n

d

.

.

lows,

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.

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n

d

.

.

highs . . .

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–

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o

f

–

–

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tossing,

–

–

tumbling

tides . . .

–

–

–

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.

.

I

.

d

i

d

.

fantasize,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

ride

.

t

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e

.

highs,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

lows,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

highs . . .

–

–

–

.

.

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o

f

–

–

–

tossing,

–

–

tumbling

tides . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

l

l

–

–

–

hours

.

o

f

.

the

days

.

a

n

d

.

nights . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

o

v

e

r

–

–

–

the

space

.

o

f

.

mere

moments

.

i

n

.

time . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ over

.

t

h

e

.

space

.

o

f

.

mere

moments

.

i

n

.

time . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

l

l

–

–

–

the

while . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ all

.

t

h

e

.

while,

–

–

there

.

w

a

s

.

you

.

a

n

d

.

I . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ all

.

t

h

e

.

while,

–

–

there

.

w

a

s

.

you

.

a

n

d

.

I . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

it

made

.

m

e

.

smile . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ yes,

.

i

t

.

made

.

m

e

.

smile . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

l

l

–

–

–

the

while . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

s

o

.

.

.

I

.

w

o

u

l

d

.

never

.

b

e

.

able

.

t

o

.

trade

.

t

h

e

.

lie . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

even

.

i

n

.

new

places

.

.

w

h

e

r

e

.

.

eyes,

–

–

meet

eyes . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

~ even

.

i

n

.

new

places

.

.

w

h

e

r

e

.

.

eyes,

–

–

meet

eyes . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

smile.

Reflection:  This is a romantic-themed poem that I wrote in May of 2025 while I was in Girona, Spain based on a real experience I had on a train while in Spain. I’m sure many of us have had passionate kinds of experiences like this. I wrote most of this poem in my hotel in Girona, Spain reflecting back, and later refined it using two haunting gems of songs: “The Strangest Thing” by George Michael and “Wicked Game” by Chris Isaak. I played these songs in the background on repeat at low volume to create the “moodset” and refine the poem. If you listen to these songs at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.

You

.

s

a

y

.

it’s

.

a

.

heartbreak

.

.

t

h

a

t

.

.

makes

.

y

o

u

.

feel

.

t

h

i

s

.

way . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ a

heartache

.

t

h

a

t

.

you

.

w

i

s

h

.

would

.

g

o

.

away . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

b

u

t

–

–

–

your

smile

.

w

i

l

l

.

shine

again

.

m

y

.

friend . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

f

o

r

.

.

.

a

heartbreak

.

i

s

.

what

.

i

t

.

takes,

.

.

t

o

.

.

turn

.

t

h

e

.

page . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

pave

.

t

h

e

.

way . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

f

o

r

–

–

–

better

.

a

n

d

.

brighter

–

–

future

days . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ for

better

.

a

n

d

.

brighter

–

–

future

days . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

o

f

–

–

–

endless

laughter

.

a

n

d

.

play . . .

–

–

–

.

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.

w

i

t

h

–

–

–

the

.

n

e

x

t

.

love

.

y

o

u

.

create . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

appreciate . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

warmly

embrace . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ the

.

n

e

x

t

.

love

.

y

o

u

.

create . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

appreciate . . .

–

–

–

.

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.

a

n

d

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warmly

embrace . . .

–

–

–

.

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.

b

u

t

–

–

–

the

.

o

n

l

y

.

way

.

y

o

u

.

can

arrive

.

i

n

.

that

place,

.

.

i

s

.

.

through

.

t

h

e

.

heartbreaks

.

o

f

.

yesterday . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

f

o

r

–

–

–

the

heartaches

.

o

f

.

yesterday

.

a

r

e

.

what

.

i

t

.

takes,

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.

t

o

.

.

turn

.

t

h

e

.

page . . .

–

–

–

.

.

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n

d

–

–

–

pave

.

t

h

e

.

way . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

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turn

.

t

h

e

.

page . . .

–

–

–

.

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.

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turn

.

t

h

e

.

page . . .

–

–

–

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.

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turn

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t

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.

page . . .

–

–

–

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.

a

n

d

–

–

–

pave

.

t

h

e

.

way . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

f

o

r

–

–

–

better

.

a

n

d

.

brighter

days . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ for

better

.

a

n

d

.

brighter

days . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

w

i

t

h

–

–

–

the

.

n

e

x

t

.

love

.

y

o

u

.

create . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

appreciate . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

warmly

embrace.

Reflection:  This is a hope/inspiration-themed poem that I wrote in April of 2025 when I was in Valencia Spain. One night when I was out, I met a group of five friends aged between 18 and 20. One of them said hello to me as I was walking by, so I stopped to talk with them. They were all so different, with very different personalities, but just wonderful people overall. And they were so curious after I told them I was a life coach. They said they had all gone through recent heartbreaks with relationship break-ups and really needed to hear something positive – and they were so happy to have someone to talk to about it. Regarding the breakups, I told them to be thankful they found out early on that their relationships were not working as well as they could have because they will now be available when someone truly amazing comes along, and that their future relationships will tend to get better over time because they will gain a better sense of what they want in a relationship and who they might be most compatible with. In reflection of this and what they were going through I wrote this poem to try to offer encouragement, hope, and inspiration. I wrote most of this poem sitting on a bench in Plaza de la Reina in Valencia. Spain. I later refined it by listening to the songs: “I Won’t Hold You Back” and “I’ll Be Over You” by Toto which I played in the background to create the “moodset” and inspire the refining of the poem. If you listen to these songs at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.

Intro:

We

played

.

u

p

o

n

.

the

sands . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

We

played

.

u

p

o

n

.

the

sands . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

o

f

–

–

–

sandcastle

days . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

.

warmed

.

b

y

.

the

golden

grace

.

o

f

.

endless

summer

rays . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ warmed

.

b

y

.

the

golden

grace

.

o

f

.

endless

summer

rays . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

We

played . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

We

played . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

We

played . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

.

u

p

o

n

–

–

–

the

sands

.

o

f

.

sandcastle

days . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

.

 ~ of

sandcastle

days . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

forever

swept

away . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

b

y

–

–

–

the

wagering

waves . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ by

.

t

h

e

.

wagering

waves . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

o

f

–

–

–

blame . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

shame . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

pain . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

.

f

e

l

t

.

it

coming . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

l

o

n

g

–

–

–

before

.

t

h

e

.

breath . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

.

f

e

l

t

.

it

coming . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

f

a

r

–

–

–

beyond

.

t

h

e

.

bend . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

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.

w

a

s

.

summer’s

.

.

.

f

a

l

l

.

.

.

when

.

w

e

.

gave

.

i

t

.

all . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

It

.

w

a

s

.

summer’s

.

.

.

f

a

l

l

.

.

.

when

.

w

e

.

made

.

t

h

e

.

call . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

t

o

–

–

–

play

.

t

h

a

t

.

game . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ we

played

.

t

h

a

t

.

game . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

i

n

–

–

–

the

shade . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

We

played

.

t

h

a

t

.

game . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

i

n

–

–

–

the

shade

.

o

f

.

blame . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

shame . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

pain . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

We

played

.

t

h

a

t

.

game . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

We

played

.

t

h

a

t

.

game . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

We

played

.

t

h

a

t

.

game . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

aged

.

a

.

love

.

i

n

.

gray . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ we

aged

.

o

u

r

.

love . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

.

pushing

deeper,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

deeper,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

deeper

.

.

i

n

t

o

.

.

the

shade . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

until

there

.

w

a

s

.

no

.

m

o

r

e

.

trace . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ until

there

.

w

a

s

.

nothing

more

.

t

o

.

save . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

We

played

.

t

h

a

t

.

game . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

We

played

.

t

h

a

t

.

game . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

We

played

.

t

h

a

t

.

game . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

deeper,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

deeper,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

deeper,

.

.

i

n

t

o

.

.

gray . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

until

there

.

w

a

s

.

nothing

more

.

t

o

.

save . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

nothing

more

.

t

o

.

say . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ there

.

w

a

s

.

nothing

more

.

t

o

.

save . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

nothing

more

.

t

o

.

say . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

We

played

.

t

h

a

t

.

game . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

We

played

.

t

h

a

t

.

game . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

We

played

.

t

h

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game . . .

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n

–

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shade . . .

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d

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now

there

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no

escape . . .

–

–

–

.

.

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i

s

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no

escape

.

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r

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m

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the

blame . . .

–

–

–

.

.

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s

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no

escape

.

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r

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m

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the

shame . . .

–

–

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.

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a

n

d

–

–

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s

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escape

.

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pain . . .

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.

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o

f

.

.

.

a

.

l

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v

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.

aged

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n

.

gray.

Reflection:  This is a romantic-themed poem that I wrote in March of 2025 where the contemplator looks back on a youthful, passionate courtship that could have been a wonderful, longstanding romance which ended primarily due to naivety, inexperience, and petty disagreements and behaviors. We get the feeling he/she would love to start again but the accumulating changes and distance over the years seem to prevent that from happening. I wrote most of this poem by listening to two wonderful songs: “Hotel Womb” and “Lost” by The Church which I played in the background to create the “moodset” and inspire the writing of the poem. If you listen to these songs at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it. I used to love album “Starfish” by The Church and started listening to it again – these two songs were favorites of mine as were so many others on this amazing album.

Intro:

There

.

w

a

s

.

warmth,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

hope,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

promise

.

t

h

a

t

.

melted

.

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h

e

.

sleet

.

a

n

d

.

snow

.

f

r

o

m

.

the

roads . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

.

 ~ they

melted

.

t

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.

sleet

.

a

n

d

.

snow

.

f

r

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m

.

the

roads

.

o

f

.

the

soul,

.

.

t

h

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t

.

.

freely

go

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w

h

e

r

e

.

brighter

futures

glow . . .

–

–

–

.

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time

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t

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.

put

.

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t

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all

behind . . .

–

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–

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.

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time . . .

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s

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time

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t

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open

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h

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.

skies

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t

o

.

sunshine . . .

–

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n

d

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to

let

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t

.

shine . . .

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s

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time . . .

–

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o

–

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let

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shine . . .

–

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.

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shine . . .

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.

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shine . . .

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shine . . .

–

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smiles

across

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.

lines

.

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d

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divides . . .

–

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n

d

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the

divides

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n

d

.

lines . . .

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.

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.

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day

.

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n

d

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night . . .

–

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n

d

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high

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n

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wide . . .

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smile . . .

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hands

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smile . . .

–

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–

.

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across

.

t

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lines

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n

d

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divides . . .

–

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–

.

.

.

 ~ across

.

t

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.

days

.

a

n

d

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nights . . .

–

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.

.

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a

n

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across

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t

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.

highs

.

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d

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wides . . .

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.

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mile,

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f

t

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r

.

.

mile,

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f

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r

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mile . . .

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.

.

aisle . . .

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–

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.

.

.

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.

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smile . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

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.

smile . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Let’s

.

h

o

l

d

.

hands

.

a

n

d

.

smile . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

f

o

r

–

–

–

now

.

i

s

.

the

time.

Reflection:  This is an inspiration/hope-themed poem that I wrote in February of 2025 for a time when love, and warmth, and hope really seemed to be needed. I wrote most of this poem by listening to the wonderful, fun, disco age song “The Hustle” by Van McCoy – a happy song that was first released on 18 May 1975 and seemed to point towards love, and warmth, and hope during a dark period of time in the mid-1970s; a dark period of time which seems to be echoed here today. I played this song in the background to create the “moodset” and inspire the writing of the poem. If you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.