Best Mistruths Poems

I wish we had truth glasses
Which would enable one to see another’s truth or lies
Face to face and with every other type of communication
All mistruths and deceptions no longer disguised


The truth glasses would be brilliant on social media
A big bold word of either “ TRUE...

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The Empirical Veneers of Decency and Acceptance

It’s funny how perceived intelligence 
Is not necessarily a measure of true smarts 
How the genius, the barrister and the eloquent 
Can miss the point from the very start 

It’s quite bemusing to observe her lack of self-awareness
And confusing...

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All The World's A Stage
You'd better believe it

Each Act encircles
daily excursions circumstantially

transversing through eternity.
Conversations comprise

realms of performances
pestered with dalliances

circumventing stratospheres.
You surmise it's

not a dream,
but utopian reality

as you project your image
into telescopic

Karmic repercussions
drifting through sequential

blockades of hurdles
terminating serenity.

Peacefulness serenades auras
of dancing mistruths

utilized to perfection
under lights.

You take...

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Hey diddle diddle the cat and the fiddle
   when off to see a crooked man and woman
whilst cowards jumped over moo ving little
   pair of mismatched muggles, 
   who both walked from scan
din navy yah, where dog goniff imps...

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A miniscule minotaur is a mini mayhem by the way. In a catacomb place ones feet in a small bowl then look in the mirror and sing to the shaft of light beaming down from the ceiling pin. The pin was placed a long time...

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Dreamin' with my eyes on these Montana skies
Blue as the plaid in my plum good shirt
I got the mitten by a beauty queen smitten
By a flannel mouthed tenderfoot from the Wyoming dirt

I’m just a waddie but a big hearted fella'
That rides strong and long –...

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A field day shoe fit for Mother Goose
  
Fruitless effort squeezing figurative juice
Pandora called triggering 
helter skelter to get loose
necessitating Bullwinkle J. Moose
to usher at yours truly 
(an aspiring wordsmith) vamoose!

Hey diddle diddle the cat and the fiddle
went off to see a crooked man...

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Reflections upon mine gender identity redux

Although heterosexual 
predilections punctuated
physiological pulsations 
about five inches below
innie belly button of mine 
showcasing undersize
male member, when fully erect 
not much to crow
about, contributed 
diminished masculinity within
body electric regarding 

wordsmith crafting poem
linkedin with his feelings 
of diminished machismo
male sexuality sputtered...

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Don Ask Me 'Bout Exacerbation Of Trumpeted "FAKE" News

The prez best get sent packing
     to Lake woebegone
forced to coexist amidst University
     of Pennsylvania Dutch
     men in breaches
(May Apple lie)
swampy netherlands awash
  ...

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Transmit transpire anti social copious methods of blank balled fissures of disastrous mistruths on the border of hell raiser dispatch piss filled like rats on a stinking/sinking ship, inbred senate cowardice akin to the O.K. coral what to think, desire and do do to keep...

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I think nothing of the insecure 
mistruths that inhabit your sight.
Fermenting like aged peaches and rye placed 
upon an invisible shelf.
To question oneself is to admit that nothing 
can be known, is truth
 in itself.
Long forgotten pasts hibernate in the mind 
obscuring the view of...

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Such a divine moment, 
I've lost my self control
Such a divine moment
Dwell before your holiest of alters

I'll sell my self esteem
I'll sell my soul
I'll sell my honour
Just one taste of you

So pure, and such a rare token
A dollar right in time
So scarce, and such a...

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Mother Goose would find her tail feathers ruffled 

Hey diddle diddle 
the cat and the fiddle
when off to see 
a crooked man and woman,
whilst cowards jumped 
over moo ving little
pair of mismatched muggles,
who both walked from scan
din navy yah, 
where dog goniff imps
jousted with brittle

shaky...

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The trees move past me
And the sun above me, around

I can see that yellow everywhere -
In the dawn sky between the black and blue,
In the graveyard milestones I cross by and by,
In the rings of fire of the noon star,
In the fragile leaves waiting to...

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Don (ta) Ask Me 'Bout Exacerbation Of Trumpeted "FAKE" News

written September 19th, 2018, and following words still ring (more true) today – exactly six years later. 

The then forty fifth prez
of United States of America 
best get sent packing
to Lake woebegone
forced to coexist amidst University
of...

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