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Peace, Denied

A single moment of peace broken,
left the people of Paris in tears.
Their hearts and souls were shaken,
stabbed by the blades of fear.

The muslims prayed for the departed
as residents lit the candles of mourning.
Anger and hate were regenerated
when the ignorants were speaking.

In a turmoil of rage and sorrow,
rationality died prematurely
when peace is denied tomorrow
by the rebirth of enmity.

The minds are blinded by fury,
peace was denied a second time.
The authors of this tragedy,
celebrating the extent of their crime.

They have denied our longing
for the reign of a lasting peace.
Must we aid their scheming,
allowing our unity to cease ?

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your thirst for peace is shown in this poem, as it is in almost everything that you write. I saw the near misses of rhyme and wondered if it were intentional. I did spot a typo in that [extent] is the correct spelling and I just can't get used to the word [bliss]. Just me maybe, but it doesn't strike me as the right word for some reason. Maybe rewrite the last line to something else? Like:
Exploding our emotions?" Just a thought. ~ Gee

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This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.

to be honest, I'm really poor at rhyming so near rhymes with the message intact is all I can do for now. I've edited the last line. Tell me what you think. Thanks for the visit, the read and comment.
By the way can we join together to make a poem on one of my hunters and killer's encounter? I'm thinking about the showdown but let's make both of them survive after a meeting by chance. What do you think?

Alid

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much better. I would add the word [our] to make the line read: [allowing our unity to cease ?].
I think that we could arrange for one of your hunters and Killer to meet and go on a mission together.
It might make an interesting story. We can think on what kind of mission to send them on. Maybe one to rescue some people? ~ Gee

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This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.

that will be interesting but I don't know how to make them work together, only against each other, unless we have a villain that could pose a threat to both the hunters and killers, someone with power that will force it upon them. hmmm.. I need ideas. You, Carrie and Ian are the experts in the villain psycopath. Any ideas?

Alid

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a threat to innocent people? Like the terrorists in my last poem? ~ Gee

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This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.

would you prefer that their meeeting to be a coincidence or a planned encounter. I'm thinking it like this. What if Killer served in the army and knows about the area of the terrorist attack and they were both caught in the middle of it all where innocents were held as hostages to be released only after the terrorist group leader was set free from prison? I want the terrorist group to be north korean elites who was sent to expand the reign of their country's leader. What do you think? Far-fetched? Make them running against time because the terrorists have planted bombs in the area and planned to ignite them once their leader was returned to them.

Alid

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I liked the random use of rhyme. I wasn't crazy about the meter all the time (yes, verso libre must have metrical rhythm or it's just prose).
The Elf is getting ready to launch a workshop on "rhyme". Check it out in a little bit.

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Thanks for the visit, the read and comment.

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