Palm Beach Community College - Galleon Yearbook (Lake Worth, FL)

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' ; p:W ' ? ' - - THE GOD IN US YOU ' RE NEVER ALONE NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE WHEN YOU CAN SEE THE SUN ». jj. YOU KNOW GOD IS THERE. V»- ' ' tft AND WHEN WAUUS SURROUND YOU ' ' ' V AND THE SUN CANNOT BE SEEN FEEL YOUR HEART BECAUSE GOD IS THERE TOO. DIANE STE. MARIE WHEN ALL DEEDS ARE DONE AND ALL GLANCES GIVEN WHEN TONGUE REFUSED TO SPEAK AND EARS TO LISTEN, WHEN SIGHS ARE MOANS AND BREATHS BECOME RASPS, WHEN ALL TEARS ARE CRIED AND TRUTH HAS FLED, ONE VOICE IS HEARD A LONE CUPID STOOPS, AND WITH GENTLE WHISPER REMINDS ME THAT THERE IS LOVE. KATHl IRISH MICHELANGELO THE ART, THE HISTORY, THE LOVE AGAIN, THE CREATION, THE CHAPEL, AND THE PAINTER IS FREED. ROBIN FRANKLIN POETRY POETRY IS THE STAFF AND I AM THE SHEPARD; PAPER IS THE MEADOW AND WORDS ARE THE SHEEP. 1 INSPIRATION IS THE HEART 2 AND CRITICS ARE THE WOLVES. ROBIN FRANKLIN I u

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A BEE IN PASSING ALU IS NOT NAUGHT. SOME IS AND SOME IS NOT. IF TWO ARE, WHOLEHEARTEDLY THE REST MAY OR MAY NOT BE. OR EVEN IF NOW IS JUST A MINUTE AND THE MERE DENOUEMENT OF A BAD HOUR I ' LL TELL YOU ONE THING, MY LOVELY FLOWER, I ' M GLAD I ' M IN IT! SARAH PALMER 1 DARE NOT LOOK BACK. THE ROADS MY SOUL HAVE TRAVELED ARE NOW HIGHWAYS FOR THE WOLVES. A CHANGE OF STEP OR SLOWED DOWN PACE CAN BRING INSTANT DESTRUCTION. I VENTURE ON AHEAD TO OBVIOUS DOOM. BE THERE A CHANCE TO DECEIVE DESTINY? WHAT CLEVER GUILE MAY I DEVISE? CAN I ALTER TIME ' S CONSUMING RHYTHM? TOO MANY QUESTIONS SLOW DOWN MY STEPS. I HAVE TO KEEP UP WITH THE CLOCK. BE IT SMALL BLUNDER OR HASTY DECISION WITH A SHIP FOR TOMORROW I MUST DOCK. I FEELTHROUGH THE DARKNESS, I HEAR DEATH ' S DEEP SIGH. WILL THIS BE THE LAST DEEP SPACE STATION? I STEER THE SHIP CLOSER I CAN HEAR FURIOUS SOUND AT LAST I ' VE REACHED SYNCOPATION. AFTER THIS NOTHING BUT BLUE, A MYSTERIOUS HUE. NOT QUITE SKY, NOR MAGENTA, SEEMS A COLOR FROM AFAR, FROM SOME WARM PLACE WHICH STANDS THE D EST RU CTI V EN ESS OF TIME. JORGE PINEDA t

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It drifted by upon a passing breeze And barely did I pause to see it there. Another current sped it past some trees. Then, suddenly, the wind had gone elsewhere. Hov ' ring, berh of moving air it fell, A glint of silver headed towards its end.! I stood, entranced by some peculiar spell. And watched (through tears) the crystal drop desend. Trust! Hope! Have Faith! I hear my conscience shout To spare such fragile things you must believe In foolish sweetness, caring, reaching out. But the breeze returns prepared to retrieve Its toy. Too late I snatch my hand away. The bubble breaks. and Love is yesterday. Barbara Mills Take my hand and follow me off we will go to a dimension never explored not to be afraid for we are protected. An outburst of radiance comes from ahead. We are the key to life and what doors to be opened are only up to us. Gail Scanlon