Best Simple Truth Poems
There is an ease when l am with you
The way it should be
Never an awkward silence
Just a realness and honesty
No judgements made
You accept me completely
I am me and you are you
Just as love should be ….
Blue edges, an ebony sky,
for a new day is on the brink;
and cotton-candy clouds blush pink.
Where eagles were once free to fly,
morning is filtered through a haze;
a legacy of yesteryears.
A golden sunrise blinds my eye,
dissolving the fringes of night
with a dazzling display of light.
Its beauty; worthy of a sigh,
Dawn brings a renewal of hope;
implying the planet can cope.
A simple truth, without a lie,
if we choose not to make a fuss;
wildlife will vanish around us.
Nature's something money can't buy;
no amount can restore lost days,
yet we ignore what science says.
Blue edges, an ebony sky,
where eagles were once free to fly.
A golden sunrise blinds my eye,
its beauty worthy of a sigh.
A simple truth, without a lie,
Nature's something money can't buy.
Most people are easily bent out of shape
Like Paperclips
Because they can't hold it together
Like Paperclips
My words are weapons so I lock & load
My Paper Clips
I bet your two cents is worth less
Than a Paperclip
We all are one, simply know this
Let’s see ourselves for who we are
In God’s image, love, light and bliss
No need then to struggle and spar
Voids within fill, if we be still
Let’s see ourselves for who we are
On choosing to relinquish will
Bliss magnetism pervades our form
Voids within fill, if we be still
Suffused with divine currents warm
With Holy Spirit, we connect
Bliss magnetism pervades our form
We’re both the object and subject
The truth is, we’re He, who we seek
With Holy Spirit, we connect
Simple is wisdom, yet quite deep
We all are one, simply know this
The truth is, we’re He, who we seek
In God’s image, love, light and bliss
06-June-2023
Intermediate truths must do for now ~
Until God’s grace does not wisdom endow
We are in distress and so seek solace ~
Clinging to a faith to garner God’s grace
We look to the sky, thinking God’s out there ~
It’s a guessing game, of mind unaware
Every ism worships a different God ~
Is not sun the life source, that leaves us awed
Scriptures we believe in, bind and confine ~
Why not simply, with pulse of love align
The path is simple: meld head with the heart ~
The truth is oneness: all one, none apart
There once was a girl from a grotto
Who lived with a very short motto
Live and let live
Be happy to give
Life’s joy is not winning the lotto
Patience
A word that people say is a virtue,
And a value that exists in very few.
The ability to wait for someone or for something to happen,
Like waiting for Jesus to come and seeing if I made it to heaven.
It is easy to say and pronounce, only when it is a noun,
But when it needs to become a verb, it is hard to act it out.
Humility is another word associated with this term,
And if we know how to use both, many lessons can be learned.
Now the world would be a better place if we all had this gift,
It will make certain that 'World Peace' would no longer be a myth.
But then this dream remains a dream for this world is full of frustrations,
Because at the end of all this, "It takes patience to have patience".
Child’s Play
Perhaps we should let the children lead.
Two mothers sat on a bench
speaking in an unusual tongue,
one sat alone scanning her cell phone,
a Dad pretended to teach his daughter to fish,
grandparents toddled after a toddler.
The children did what children do
follow the sound of children’s voices,
gravitate to the excited playfulness,
see only other children – playing,
slowly slip into the wonder of the moment.
No ceremonious introductions necessary
another voice added to the jubilation,
another set of dancing footsteps
racing for the slide, sliding to the ground
laughing in the joy of spring warmth.
The parents watched the children
the children touched their hearts
left the parents thinking…
Perhaps we should let the children lead.
John G. Lawless
I know I haven't posted
Much of anything, of late
Cause I saw the !00 best
And I ranked 48
Now some may feel insulted
And others filled with thanks
But I, just like to write my rhymes
And stay below the ranks
It's not that I am humble
Or appreciate the fame
I just write, because I must
And pleasing you, my's aim
JTCurtis Souper Duper----Hooray
A single drop of clarity.
Fear not truth’s asperity.
Following your intuition,
turn, behold, a new direction.
Give Hatred apathy
And Hatred is DONE
Show up with anger
And Hatred has WON.
Folks always say:
"thousand people, thousand wonders".
Confusing, simple truth is repeated,
so why through thousand little pathways
identical color runs,
soul of the mankind,
with the same umbilical connected
to the Earth on which color screams?
I might be a lonely star,
my twinkling is not even seen, not desired,
just wandering through backyards of life.
Yet, my dreams are not only mine,
for you and I extended our hands
to shovel through mud of insights,
to reach each other in ethereal distances,
precariously, with no names,
always striving for myths.
Thy try if not I rise
Thou if I fall Death works on
respect their or is it there
my truth is honest , but;
How honest of it is my price
Ya! the grasshopper speaks
neither less a blind speaks
God are to give a hand
Never a leg but as I see
Rain identify as I mention a angel cries
Now we give Faith to come to a Y
Arouse caterpillar its time . I epiphany
Why never shall it to become the illustration of failure;
For Failure I must explain is only a try
I will be on your side for truth is blood as simple ; for the is but
Now at my mirror,'' keep on the game of life ''
for when you read this I should have surely died
P.S. I'll never stop asking Y
A knife conceals identity in the sheath
Utilization comes in to question when
Embedded in the bread when touched
Without a handle or a blade, invisible
Inanimate as objects might appear
Ultimately
How does it make impressions
Like skaters dancing over ice like butter
Or slicing through day and night
Never mind
It is a knife
That's all that matters
What is confusion
Is it like the art of illusion
Everything that goes on in your head
Or when you try to sleep in your bed
People say they will help
But when they try they all say whelp
They think they helped make us glad
But all they do is make us sad
They think they lend a hand
But they make it harder to understand
We give them props because they try
But they don’t know how to help us inside
Confusion is like an illusion
We simply don’t know what our mind is doin