Best Trueness Poems
Melting sorrows drift toward tomorrow
when sounds dance in hushed irrelevance.
Sacred seconds are held in creation's tawny yolk
as crystal waves of wind bid farewell to this day's fate.
A single dove darts through cinnamon plumes
in one last dance through heavens gate.
With ageless dreams bathed in honey gold
it wings its way in graceful sway.
How fleeting life might slip from sight
when passion yearns for its beholder.
Reminders linger in the dusk
of mysteries lost and treasures plundered.
I stand this post as infinity spills across the sky
and wonder fills the trueness of my heart...
07/20/2018
Dusk or Dawn Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
First Place 08/02/2018
Today is another day
Yesterday in the past adrift
Tomorrow the future play
Today is a sparkling gift
Another day here we go
It's a new opportunity
Another day of worthy bestow
With hope and possibility
To ourselves, honesty and trueness
In the blink of an eye, another day at bay
Whence comes another battle for life's fullness
Tomorrow is more than just another day, hooray
Every day is a playhouse show
Another day to be bold and daring
What's done is done, let it go
Today will never come again caring
Another day to explore
I'm thankful for...!!
Shall I compare her to a crimson rose?
Her petals glisten in the morning air;
on slender stem, her gentle beauty shows
as bright sun rays are shining through her hair.
Her tender fragrance drifts and fills the room
with scented freshness of a summer's morn;
a lovely blossom and one would assume
that deep within, her beauty would be borne.
But as I reach to touch her slender stem
and draw her closer to my yearning heart;
I feel the trueness of this garden gem,
a piercing pain which hidden thorns impart.
. . . How can someone with such beauty be
so diff’rent underneath from what I see?
We must remember that beauty is only skin deep, it’s what is within the
heart that truly matters.
February 10, 2021
A love that is rare and pure.
A love that is rare,
a love that is pure
one that lasts forever,
that will endure
Is a gift that you find
when you make a diligent search
it transcends all value
is of priceless worth.
Diamonds and pearls
and even corals too
are rare but can be found
inside of you.
Loyalty and innocence
a love that is
bright and pure
like a diamond or pearl
Is hard to find, you may
want to search the world
but the search needs to start
even closer to home,
you need to start
where your heart resides
when your alone.
Dig deep inside your soul,
go ahead lose control
take a deep breath
and dive in deep
you will find a true love
you will want to keep
When you find that one
pure love rare and true
deep inside of you
your one true love
will arrive having done
the same thing too
Where there is innocence,
there is found love-
it's a gift we're given,
by God above
Innocence attracts innocence,
trueness attracts what is true
when they find each other
they know what to do.
John Derek Hamilton
May 23,2016
Riddles may be to some..
But those whom see
Truth and Love
Is within Thee...
For your words of Wisdom..
Behold such delight
Many may see...
Trueness insight..
Glorious Love to behold
Behinds His Scenes
Divine.. Living Water
Unfolds... Eternity
Come to Jesus
~~Inspired by touch of an Angels heart..
Smile Johnny~~ Love always yours; Grace
Holograms and hieroglyphs
The whole weighs heavily
touched caressed lightly
brushed on feather canvass
granite marble marvellous papyrus
innocence rejuvenated
partial and impartial
Chiselled in and out
of comprehension angled
layered facets facts
subjective trueness
ciphered and deciphered
Snow flakes teardrops
ink on paper hailing crystals
pastel rainbows thunderbolts
and blind pitch black darkness
tell the story weathered lives
Freedom torrent lightening
anxious reproduction
wholesome holes concatenations
metaphoric mosaic translates
picturesque ‘holos’ trying to emerge
Vertex vortex on horizons
told untold forgotten
and beyond beheld
diagonal a-synchronicity
discovered spoken written
felt and never once complete
Lyric lasers beaming densely
condensation compromised
at the cutting edge of aural light
lacking graphic clarity
eluding synthesized illusion
Once we decipher unconventional
primal prismatic re-reflections
meanings life calligraphy
inscriptions narrative conceptions
we enclose and liberate
the hologram that seems to be
Infinite eternity of scripts
encrypted systems
webs of life’s distortions
fragmentation truth reality
paint the picture of
conflicting contradictions
making sense constructions
lithographic mystery
moulded into understanding
Holograms are limited to
the scope of three dimensions
tending mind and body soul
complementing contrasts
hollow narrow depth untold
Burrowed in words rational
irrational emotions rationale
defence deflections oppressed
repression incarceration
loose out transitional
transcriptions miss the point by far
the bigger picture yet emerging
uncertain clarity sculpted
in hieroglyphic excavation
Carving holy boundless beauty
with the fourth dimension
of subjective sense perception
and the changing timeless
flowing circuit circus artwork
in the making reading writing
on the imaginary wall of life
over and above the hologram
engraved in fallacies
arrests of real unreal reality and
strikes the balance never known
of what is and only seems to be
22th May 2016-05-22
Contest entered: Holograms and Hieroglyphs
Have I ever loved another with true feeling?
Which other love lifts me to infinite heights?
And reaching for you in the shadows of morning,
the purity of thoughts dismisses external frights.
Have I ever measured the wonder of love's might?
It keeps on giving truly through light or darkness;
I must love you limitlessly, denying you no right...
I must love you faithfully, accepting all praises.
I must love you with the trueness of heart I choose,
making good use of it, not inflicting a bruise...
remembering grief and the adolescence's trust;
in joy and in pain, God's will I will be obeying.
After I'm dead, my promise will awaken at last,
delighted that there's no dimension in my giving.
Oh Younger Self!
Don’t be behind at saying what you want,
Just because you never did have the font,
Regression exists in us if we fail to specify,
Objectifying later, our questions to quantify.
Believe only in the people you trust and obey,
Don’t quantify because you’re in the minority,
Remember what you’ve got, media and friends,
Treasure your relationships to make your own ends.
Just be short-sighted, only aware of the now,
Don’t aspire to be godly or sickeningly high-brow,
Crimp what you like but is wrong multitudinary,
And don’t equate true morality with the binary.
Exclude yourself to discuss your mind and trueness,
Freshness is in people who flow with goodness,
Be rejected, make do and accept low facilities,
Happiness is in your real desires and proclivities.
The time has come to give some joy
To this sad and depressed world
To bring some happiness into hearts
Alike to young and old
Soft music to lift up the mood
And fragrant candles to light up darkness
The deep and impenetrable darkness
Will light up with joy
Bringing lightness to every mood
And the spirit of giving to this world
Caring for those persons old
With the trueness of heart
The spirit of this season in the hearts
Will demolish all darkness
The cheer felt by young and old
Will be seen by the passing joy
As it spread its cheer in this world
Uplifting everyone’s mood
This uplifted merry mood
Will cheer and brighten every heart
Happiness will reign in this world
No time for evil darkness
To meddle with supreme joy
When it shines brightly in the eyes of the old
Together we young and old
Will cheer away the sad mood
Dancing hand in hand with joy
With laughter brimming in our hearts
Forging away in darkness
To diminish it in this world
The brighter and better world
A safe haven for young and old
Life free of all darkness
Cheery and merry mood
Mellowness and kindness in every heart
Bringing to this universe some joy
To bring into hearts of this world some cheer
The mood out of darkness being uplifted
And into life of old some joy is given
Often I've been accused of being too righteous and wise;
a zealot putting all his efforts in an unquestionable faith,
and my trust is never weakened by a delayed promise.
Others have gone from this earthly place, to rest in unattended graves;
I've been derided by their indignant, loud laughter,
and you think I would have been intimitated by their offensive words?
Never did I react unkindly, just ignored them and walked away,
not knowing that they would have been cursed and faced punishment;
and with premonition, I had foreseen every event of their destiny.
Today, confiding in someone who will take time to listen...
will give me a reliance not smeared with absurd ridicule;
I can give good advice: unforgettable words that will remain.
Confide in selfless, trustworthy friends who show concern and self-assurance,
by their deeds you will know the trueness of their evident honesty;
so why wait and not run to one as I... and not start living without reluctance?
(The supernova observed from
Earth in 1572 was a major event
in human thought, because if
stars could explode, then they
couldn't be eternal lamps,
hung out by God.)
The cold stars glimmered
where they hung
in their accustomed places
on the underside of heaven.
The imperceptible gavotte
proceeded up aloft:
those little silver lamps,
dipping or climbing,
went about their business
oblivious of human time.
A scholar of the firmament,
incurious, unthrilled,
at ease with the inevitable,
the trueness of meridians,
stared up, unflinching.
The milky smudge of Cassiopeia
swam into his lens's narrow field,
and our student of the permanent now saw
that which he knew he could not see.
It caused no greater shock
than a snarl of irritation.
We always miss the moment.
The quiet glory of that tiny cloud
of far-off starstuff
marked the noiseless passing
of some unknowable sun.
And though the watcher did not know,
he was party, too,
to a monumental dying.
Infatuation
Your beauty was a façade
I saw what I wanted and not what I needed
But behold, as I dug deeper I only found
The things that even God might’ve frowned
As smooth as a snake, being slimy and fake
You know what they say
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
And oh! How I found this to be trueness
You say God is your saviour
But your qualities speak of Judas
Sorry, not trying to be rude
I speak not of depictions
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
I speak of love, and my suspicions without frictions
Had we all those times on my shoulder
It aches thinking your love was a façade
Just like your prayers to your God
I was sent your way and O! You were quick to thank him
Man who you adored, which you were fond
Too bad your sincerity was untrustworthy and slim
My challenges served me right
The tests of frightening materialistic events
You said money didn’t matter but that wasn’t true
Getting much offended, I mind you
When I refused to pay for what wasn’t mine
O baby why don’t you cry,
Cry a little more about how I’m such a great guy
Pray to your God and thank him for me
The man that was so perfect but wasn’t keen
Keen on what being a man had to mean
Few Days Of Love.
If two days are what a soul receives,
are those days for loving adequate,
when a blissful spring, the garden leaves--
is the right response to blame the fate.
When two days are all a soul does need
such a trek cant deem a lover then,
might all us consume our bodies greed
and give this world more lonely men.
For two days are what a soul had found,
should the love regret this painful grant,
to a lucid dream the trueness bound
while in craving that which have you cant.
Why two days are what my soul did bring!
and did bring with them, the perfect love,
I have embraced it like a gifted wind
and embraced would die, in fleeting of.
But, two days are what my soul did get,
so I love my dame to the full extent,
for no realm can such a clock beget,
at a quit which wont our love lament.
So two days are what my soul did gain
and did the error of loving commit,
you can lock me up, and write me pain,
but never two loving souls can split.
R.N.Khan, © 2012
The face once glowing with happiness and gay
Is now shadowed with signs of sadness and grey
Your stare wonders to a faraway place
With lines of concern carved in your face
Is this where my dreams have taken me
Is this the place I was meant to be
As you turn and smile with forced emotion
Your silhouette is enhanced by rays of the sun
It clearly shows what you try to hide
Your longing to leave glows in your eyes
Nothing should cloud your trueness to heart
May the wind be at your back both light and dark
With precious memories of their life's adventures
He now knows it is time to leave her
She smiles and relieves his hungry lust
For she knows all things happen for a must
Fly away, fly away, fly away high
Like a bird floating off into the sky
She watches as he follows to his dream place
As he leaves her sight she gives her grace
The face once shadowed with sadness and grey
Is now glowing with signs of happiness and gay
Her stare wonders to his faraway place
With smiles of sacrifice carved in her face
Piles of garbage; sounds of carnage they motion
Blurry images of malnourished children
Struggling for breath and bread
They evince; the struggles as we grow
-of how we ourselves are adversaries to our improvement, a hated compliment;
Of our lust for not the future but the moment
In bold they write
headlines with demeaning adjectives
that best describe our tribe - negros
A continent taken as just a nation
With a bunch of foolish souls
With primeval irrationality, flagrant corrupt officials:
Followers of a God that is partial.
What they will never show
Is the hope and courage dancing
In those malaria eyes
The trueness in our loose ties
They won't write,
Stories of how our crudeness
Made them their goodness
Of us being their reservoir
A training ground for their geniuses —
Perfect confirmation of their guises.
Will they ever have those eyes?
Those that see us as civilized humans
Minding our own business.