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Simplistic Poetry I do not take to taunt and fake media.. ran dry for me my words were always gentle-brought and meant for eyes who trust the plain Mocking is a sad and tragic way of being human I rhyme most things with ay, day play I reckon.. that's OK

Simplistic Poetry

I do not take
to taunt
   and fake
media.. ran dry for me
my words were always gentle-brought
and meant for eyes
who trust the plain

Mocking
is a sad

   and tragic

way
of being
             human

I rhyme most things with
ay, day play

I reckon.. that's OK
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I'll put it to you madly in this globe of countries and peoples Bereft we need a Civic Sanctum as the world, re-humanizes Fear, and will and iron bide within it's space between the joists To triumph over hate unites this world as one collective voice #StandsWithIsrael

I'll put it to you madly
in this
globe of
countries
and peoples

Bereft
we need
a Civic Sanctum
as the world, re-humanizes

Fear,
and will
and iron
bide
within it's space
between the joists

To triumph over hate
unites this world

as one collective voice

#StandsWithIsrael
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Closure Sudden was the quiet the end, was always certain like hurtling down a mountainside through leaden veils of fog knuckles white the words that once united them concluded detachment came, with grace acceptance.. in their space

Closure

Sudden
was the quiet

the end, was always certain

like hurtling down a mountainside through leaden veils of  fog

knuckles white

the words that once united them
concluded

detachment came, with grace

acceptance..
in
their
space
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As each new family arrived to live within her the century old cottage archived every scent minted forest potpourri perfume and cookies within her walls a soul lies, roaring behind it's massive grate as you strain to hear it her heart beats in the silence Sense Words #prompt639

As each new family arrived
to live within her
the century old cottage
archived every scent
minted forest
potpourri
perfume
and cookies

within her walls
a soul lies,
roaring
behind it's massive grate

as you strain to hear it
her heart
beats
in the silence
<a href="/_Sense_Wrds/">Sense Words</a> #prompt639
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Words carry vibrations, energy, & the intention of the person who writes them. If you don’t want to cause harm to someone, don’t write words that carry intended negative energy hidden for that person. Our words create realities, and energy can be both creative and destructive.

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Gossamer Monday morning transparency a rainstorm bashes, petals.. grey my thoughts wrapped in clear-cut stillness and gauzy verse Nonetheless - I'm happy #vss #MondayMood

Gossamer 

Monday morning transparency

a rainstorm 
bashes, petals.. grey

my thoughts wrapped in 
clear-cut stillness 
and gauzy verse

Nonetheless -      I'm happy

#vss #MondayMood
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Her spirit moored in an old castle wall that begotten pale and freckled face and the heavens were lower back when she could relate she now lives eternal in ancient grace So watch to a hillfield and remember her ghost as the green gives up hope in a twisting, of the rope #Ireland

Her spirit
moored
in an old castle wall
that begotten
pale
and freckled face

and the heavens
were lower
back when she
could relate
she now lives eternal
in ancient grace
So watch to a hillfield
and remember her ghost
as the green
gives up hope
in a twisting, of the rope
#Ireland