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Colours of Truth

The streams of chameleon cultures are wrapped in an unending charade of peace, love and warmth. How I wish we were truly free indeed, not just from the invaders. Free from ourselves, our bonds, our lies and truth. Even we, do not fully embrace our strength. In ignorance we let our armour and sword of unity divide us like the devil's kettle. Our music brings light, yet we agree to confine in darkness. Our laughter serenades the universe in green cords tied to the sky still, we bask in the solitude of sadness drawn from petals of mud and rotten clay. How do I sing this tale in voicelessness? How do I serve these crystal dishes in volcanic flames? How do I tell my mother down the earth that her saplings no longer hear her words? They race to chaos like their umbilicals are buried in its dissolution. Where's the yearning for nature? Where's the kiss for art? The displays for rhythm are now left in pieces of tunes shredded by the anger of the sun. Imaginations have sailed mercury. Common sense painted in drowned ombre. How do I tell my children that empathy got buried in the lost city of Kalahari? That karma had a glitch and mercy hears no plea. How do I tell them that sacrifice is not a term used in the world we've created? That compromise forgot its last name in the Atlantic Ocean. What piece of air is left for their children to come?

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Date: 6/16/2024 10:35:00 PM
"Even we, do not fully embrace our strength. In ignorance we let our armour and sword of unity divide us like the devil's kettle." These truths are dispiriting and discouraging, yet we cannot pretend not to have seen them. We are not free from the bondages of our own make. We are never ready to make a compromise. This lament over our loss of connections with man, nature, art and poetry resonates loud. A very powerful poem dear Tonye.
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Date: 6/2/2024 9:47:00 AM
I felt your poem poem is a compelling and emotional critique of societal disunity and the superficiality of modern culture. It mourns the loss of deeper connections to nature, art, and empathy, urging a reflection on the true meaning of freedom and unity. The vivid imagery and poignant questions leave a lasting impression, inviting readers to contemplate their own roles in fostering a more authentic and harmonious world.
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Tonye George
Date: 6/2/2024 10:53:00 AM
I always look forward and appreciate your insights and evaluation of my piece Silent. Thank you.
Date: 5/30/2024 8:58:00 AM
What a powerful write. Thanks for reading about my Soup. I knew your measurements would be great & they are... Have a blessed day writing away....................
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Tonye George
Date: 5/30/2024 10:01:00 AM
Thank you, dear Paula. I tried.
Date: 5/29/2024 8:31:00 PM
'Colors of Truth,' True Confessions -- I honestly thought that 'Kalahari' was a name dreamt up by the owners of a waterpark resort in Wisconsin Dells. Shows you how much I know!! Thanks for the education, Tonye. ~ Deep Loma Les
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Tonye George
Date: 5/30/2024 10:00:00 AM
Hahaha Gersh. You found the loophole out. Thank you for visiting.
Date: 5/28/2024 10:58:00 AM
Tonye, ah the charade of life when we're told all is well, but it's not really so. All the more reason to work really hard to right some of the wrongs. Many of us are quite worried that we're at a critical point when we really need to stand up and be counted.
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Tonye George
Date: 5/28/2024 5:03:00 PM
Such insightful comments Duke. Thank you, Dear.
Date: 5/28/2024 7:32:00 AM
Questions that delve into the truth of life. We cannot escape the truth. Pilate did and condemned an innocent man.
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Tonye George
Date: 5/28/2024 9:54:00 AM
Oh yeah, that's very true Victor. Thank you so much for visiting Dear.

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