#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge
Day 29 29.11.22
Prompt: Write a poem about truth.
Is Love Impotent? That beautiful Jew down in Palestine said to that dullard Pilate, who had never taken flight in his life, truth is how you live by the measure of love, an iteration for sure, yes, and how hard could that be, to simply love as you love , can this never be done, is love impotent? Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
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poet and author of The Light in the Cave
A place to freely express emotions and ideas.
Home of Democracy Jones
Man is a self-conscious nothing. ~Julius Bahnsen
"That I may publish with the voice of thanksgiving, and tell of all thy wondrous works." Psalm 26:7
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