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Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month
Steadfast Flame
Do not tire, do not fade
your small light still guides the way.Lift your hands, whisper your hope
let mercy fall where hearts are closed.Breathe, and breathe again
grace softens stone
faith carries flame.Rise each day
extend your hand
your devotion flows
into the unseen, the unheard
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Love the art work!! It’s true I think, that we need to keep on going, to be the hope that keeps the lights on or the candle lit. Often, I think, people do not understand the effect they have on others, how their words or actions give people hope, a reason to keep going on. Our world suffers and it is the flame of hope that offers a way out.…Read More
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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
What Isn’t Heard
there’s a vastness…
you can’t even fathom…
a universe you can’t imagine…
within the realm of silencestories untold
realities unexpected
contemplative reflection
pain unspokeneverything locked inside a vacuum
where the wall of it…
can hold someone hostage
a victim of their own thoughtsyou can’t…Read More
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Yes, I can hear that silence. It’s the silence of a mother whose son has been cut down in a gang war or a war in a foreign country. Or the anguish of needing formula for our kids but no money to buy it. It’s the search for decent work, but not enough education to get it. Its the cries of children hiding under desk when the gunman came to school.…Read More
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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
Concordant Discord, Discordant Concord
April 19th wakes up
already arguing with itself.
It stretches, yawns,
and immediately disagrees
with the way the light enters the room.But then,
in a twist only April could have invented,
it agrees
to disagree
as long as the disagreement
keeps agreeing
with the deeper, quieter truth
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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
Peace not Granted
Oh come to me sacred peace
Unknowingly they participated
Volumes reaching levels unprecedentedOh, come to me in sweet silence
For one more vowel of consonant spoken
I will meet the judge and juryI see my end near…
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Powerfully penned, Fia. Excellent write as always my friend. You know I always dig your musings. Nicely done. Appreciate you, Cuz.
Damian