truth is a weapon
raining destruction
on citadels built
from bad bones
standing meanly
false cultures
belief systems
stubbornly errant
inculcate with lies
Writer Lynne Sargent
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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Cultured analysis with a hint of anger woven superbly together.
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I’m afraid anger is one of those irrepressible emotions
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But as I think I’ve said it can be a two edged sword, as long as it is with justice, mercy and love, otherwise you are right, it can be dreadful
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I was feeling anger in this one
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I must agree with Cheryl. There’s truth that punishes, rejects–and truth that opens doors to freedom and causes the soul to bloom in profusion.
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I admit I had the unkind type in mind here
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I know–it’s the first one that springs to mind for me too.
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This and one or two other things – sermon at church and another blog – has really made me think. Today I admitted a dreadful anger truth, against someone who used an ironball against my propped up and several plaster layered wall. Wrote it down, came back and found resolution. Not sure if I can blog it yet, but hey God uses all sorts of things and places to get us there. I’ve got to get over the shock first. But what a relief.
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I’m glad for you
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Yes! The light of the truth!
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indeed
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This is powerful, Paul… I can feel the anger in each word… too often, it is the first emotion that boils up in me… sometimes I wish it was peace and compassion first. Brilliant write!
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my temper has moderated with the years – but sometimes….
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*smiles* yes, I understand completely
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