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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Heave Silence
words recede
when darkness settles
and sound is heard only at the edges
muffled though they be…
silent sobs and absolute grief
louder in my senses
than gunshots and shouts of jubilation
because we all know where hate takes us
but only some will see it
guess it’s only visible…
from the barrel end of a gun
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The only way to fight hate is with love and compassion. Standing together in the face of adversity and having each other’s back.
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Yes exactly… With love always to defeat against the darkness that will not win. Good write keep it up .
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Read Morewords recede when darkness settles and sound is heard only at the edges muffled though they be... silent sobs and absolute grief louder in my senses than gunshots and shouts of jubilation because we all know where hate takes us but only some will see it guess it's...
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The title sums it up. We all know where hate takes us. We do and some try their best to stay away from it and others well…
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Others seem to relish it. Does make me wonder what deficit is within them that they think they need to fill it with hate. Thank you, Fia 😊
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Mic Drop!
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Thank you, my friend 😊
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Daddy taught me how to shoot because he said it was important to know how to protect myself if I ever needed to. He also said the first thing I needed to know was that if I’m not going to be able to use it, it will be used against me so I should probably never get one. I’ve stuck by that philosophy since that day. Thank you, Brenda 🧡
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Read MoreIn the quiet of my heart,I pause.The masks I have wornloosen,falling into the still air. Charm drifts.Beauty fades.Applause dissolves.What remainsis the self God has known all along. I feel the gentle question:Can this truest facehonor the Maker?And in the stillness,I hear...
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Well said, Curly. I think God is within us and not up in the sky sitting on a throne. Sometimes we need to sit for a while in silence to feel it, and then appreciate it.
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Beautifully penned, CG. Amazing write my friend. Nicely done per usual. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month
The Moment I Stay Still
You want to steal my heart
and keep it…
but you say it like you’re certain
I won’t notice.Maybe I’ll let you get close enough
to try.Maybe I wanted to see
how you’d hold it,
whether your hands tremble
before they tighten
when something precious
leans your way.But don’t mistake my stillness…Read More
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Turning the other cheek is always a bold way to handle it. Good work keep it up.
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It sounds like moment of redemption. The darkness seems to have control it all.
It talks about gunshots, shouts of jubilation over hate, and staying “triggered.” It’s that “eye for an eye” energy where the fight never ends because everyone is “just warming up” to hurt each other back.