Best Dishonestly Poems

It was nailed up at the huge door,
Where people dishonestly balked.
I wondered what for.
I walked up to watch the shuffling flock.

There are too many people in the crowd,
For anyone to notice now.
The silence here is far too loud.

95 could never describe,
Why I couldn't walk in....

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By Stanley Collymore

Never speak ill of the dead we’re constantly and solemnly
exhorted regardless of who they are or the life that
they freely chose to live, as they’re no longer
around, is the lame and unconvincing excuse
that’s often and dishonestly given in explanation, to rebut or
defend their...

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Let there be a new song of oneness
Not from the old ruggered gun of lies
That perches on the ego of pride, and
Let butterflies grow in the shoulder of
Hatred that governs this breakable world.
We can be called the songsters of love,
Those who knows how to curl...

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If I explain you, that wouldn't help you 
To understand the importance of a subject,
until you don't fail, you 'll never learn the values of a thing,
doesn't matter living is balanced or unbalanced that has swing,
Changing circumstances has everyone's effect,
you need to earn each single...

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A Tale of Two Dolphins

Two dolphins swam merrily over to the wharf
One was named Silly and the other was named Sally
Silly told Sally that if she could outswim her to the booey
That she would give her half of her next big catch
Sally accepted her challenged...

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To Mary J. Blige 

Sister, you're gone through hell and back, 
We know from what we heard but you know the facts 
Of the drama playing like a daytime serial on TV 
Or like a bad card being dealt dishonestly. 
The bad breaks you've gone...

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You achieved fulfilment thoughtlessly.
Deeply saddened,

Broken soul and bond.

You dishonestly left a once-thriving union, leaving wounds.
Your attention, tough.

Disappointment, hurting, and ignoring replaced liking and respect.
Depression is unforgivable.

Beware, for the soul you leave behind is valuable and caring.
Your anger will not move them since their commitment was...

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Feral Exchange

I am well spotted and nasty and do not mind that description

Will gather my fortune whatever is your inappropriate depiction

Dig my teeth into your body and soul straight down to the bone

Leave my scent on your remains with a well-executed stepping stone


Once we hunted...

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The betrayal has cut to the bone
It never leaves my soul 
I try to go about my daily life
But the pain creeps up 
It cuts like a knife
It invades even my dreams
Memories that were happy
Have been decimated
Reminders have been tainted
Joy has been replaced with
Anguish
I hope...

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When we travel,
we do so rather mindlessly,
never thinking that others
are out to live dishonestly,
Some will stoop to planting their
illegal wares on others,
causing all sorts of confusion and bothers,
Many will try to attach their ill-gotten
gains on an innocent traveller,
who is completely naive and unaware
of private drug...

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Good morning - (H) (O) (W) are you today? 

Ther is nothing better than remaining (H)onest, (O)pen-minded and (W)illingly willful. 

Everyone and everything lives far better applying themselves towards, life, together, this above way. 

Looking for just exactly where, and when, and if we can...

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Name of Crime    Under Section
1.Murder	                   302
2.Death by negligence,303/304/308/312/319/321/322
3.Attempt to Murder / Suicide,324/325 
4.Thug / Exposure of Child / Concealment of Birth,327/328/329
5.Itlaf-i-udw/salahiyyat-i-udw,334/336 
6.Causing hurt with/blunt/sharp...

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I stand so far and silent as I become invisible to the ever growing crowd, an atmosphere of consciousness building thoughts into an idea formulating like a cloud, I can see all the scared eyes concealed behind every veiling mask, a sequence of smiles and...

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Anxieties wake us up when we are in affliction.
We will track down a creative wellspring of motivation.
Obsolete ideas have flourished in objection.
Is it true that we back to the hermit turtle? Rejection.

Because of this paradox, our minds have stalled.
The truth and wonder of life itself...

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What love embodies is set in stone
Only a pickaxe can break
What's truthfully there, damage prone
What the heart wants is stuck with a stake
Maybe I’m the pickaxe who destroys all love
But I will never be so sure
Because the pickaxe can be anything, a gentle dove
I don’t...

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