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Thoughts from a Dying Man
crayon by Pietro Barbera
November 1997
Poem:

Thoughts from a Dying Man

Mistakes were made, only now realized
The dreams not made, have finally capsized
Here I weep and dry tears I've cried
These are the thoughts from a dying man.

Upon thy bed I look and wait
As darkness vows to enter my gate
My time, too soon and now, it's too late
Thoughts from a dying man.

Afar my love, my mind eye sees
Of time long gone spent joyfully
Amongst the willows and green pageantry
Thoughts from a dying man.

Cheated of time, I know I'm owed.
Too young am I, when others say I'm too old.
A moment, so small, in the life of a world.
Thoughts from a dying man.

No longer will I see the flowers of Spring.
The gentle breeze, the rolling wind
The faces, the friends, the feelings they bring.
The thoughts from a dying man.


The thoughts they cease
When bloods run cold
Here engraved
Upon my stone.
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The Farmer
American Gothic
by Grant Wood
Written 1994
Editor Award Winner

Poem:

The Farmer

Ominous skies,
Lethal to touch,
The vehicles blades-
So sharp.

Day after day, the time passes by…
Nothing is said

Their eyes they itch,
Their hands they burn,
Their partners they weep,
The weather so dry…

How volatile a life can be;
How mother nature can rule,
So strong.


A sweep of her hand: DEVASTATION.

And they cry…
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Only Human August 1995
Poem:

Only Human

I sit and stare at
The ragged blue jeans on a man,
Unshaven,
Motionless in the Park.

Although midday,
He slept…
I suppose he was up all night
Dodging the street thugs and broken glass.

He seemed harmless
Lying there,
Finding safety in the sun.

I look, but cannot pass judgment
On his shoes, which won't fit.
The windows of his soul,
I hope to never meet

And I will not pass judgment
As he lay,
Motionless in the park.
 
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A Vision
    acrylic by Pietro Barbera
Poem:

A Vision

Nothing is more beautiful than a rose,
Except the warmth that fills my heart,
When your in my vision.

Blooming from within
No feeling could make me want to give so much of myself;
If only for a smile.
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