Best Truth Will Out Poems
There is no power greater than the Lord's, but there is a powerful lesson to be learned by not stumbling off on a fool's errand. That idiom is a phrase that explains the undertaking of a futile effort to find or prove something that is an impossible task. Thus, the effort becomes a waste of time and a fool's game to play. It is doomed to succeed from the start, even if the journey taken is by one with a good heart. The goal will never be reached when shrewd ones preach one thing and hand out rose-colored glasses to disguise words they speak but never practice. They tickle the ears of all who will listen, but the truth is what the naive ones will never hear. The real fool's errand is trying to unveil the fools who in spite of all efforts to conceal it, reveal themselves when the truth will out.
it's a waste of time
to go on a fool's errand~
fruitless endeavor
The phrase itself implies that it would be an unproductive effort and a lesson in futility such as Sisyphus rolling a boulder uphill only to watch it roll back down again. So, don't allow yourself to be disappointed, nor disjointed when the foolhardy in the world ..."don't know how to get along, yet, they pretend they've done nothing wrong."* It would be much wiser to avoid engaging with those who are always caught up in the throes of what they haughtily impose upon unsuspecting others. Excuse these added idioms, but they will help make the point about not getting a nose out of joint thinking a fool's errand is 'not my cup of tea.' Or, I'd rather 'call it a day' then chase a fool whose life has gone astray. Don't 'shoot yourself in the foot' by being a fool on an errand that will only prove to be 'a wild goose chase.'
in a world of fools
don't be duped to prove them wrong~
prove yourself wiser
* Sandra Feldman in her poem: 'Foolish World'
"Happy Easter To You!", is the greeting I hear them shout!
Alas, I just lamely roost here, brood, ponder and pout!
I've worked for weeks making eggs and I'm all tuckered out!
All this hoopla about rabbits, I can really do without!
Me, my mom, aunts, nieces and innumerable distant cousins,
Have been producing eggs by the gross and by the dozens.
Every Easter 'tis those wily bunnies earning the gratitude,
Leaving me and my kin with a very fractious attitude!
Moms send their kids to rob the eggs from 'neath our breast,
Telling them the rabbits made them - this I vehemently protest!
I'm thinking of a sitdown strike come Lent next year,
To frustrate those crafty varmints with a message loud and clear!
The kids make appalling designs on the beauties we produce,
And even tint our chicks in lurid hues, adding to the abuse!
The rabbits get all the glory and stir up all this commotion!
They don't lay eggs! I'll disabuse folks of that silly notion!
If I sound somewhat frustrated, well I reckon I am,
As those cunning scoundrels perpetuate their mythical scam!
Us chickens will just have to press on with our usual grace.
The truth will out, then we'll "cluckle" at the egg on their face!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Placed No. 3 in A Chicken Poem In Memory of Armano Aurocano Rock Star
Hard To Recognize
America's face, battered ...
Freedom's image, shattered.
Feeding Frenzy Fodder
Foundations of Democracy,
Shredded with hypocrisy.
Party Over People
Lady Liberty's fears,
Weeping rusty tears.
Truth Will Out
Veracity's tempest blows ...
Treachery's warmth, expose.
Martin Luther King, Jr
Simply shaking hands ...
Shook humanity's lands.
Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi
Pauper's sole directive ...
Brotherly love's perspective.
Jesus Of Nazareth
Red phrases spoken,
Old covenants broken.
Jesus, Gandhi, MLK, Jr
Simple doctrines - LOVE ...
Humanity's grace, thereof.
Still, Hope Remains
Trustworthy faith's unshakable,
Love, steadfast ... unbreakable.
Our Lasting Legacy
Humanity must embrace,
Single ... HUMAN race.
FACE The Truth
The answer's clearer,
In ... that ... MIRROR.
(I Must Apologize
Forgive me, critically,
I strayed ... politically).
~ 4th Place ~ in the "Six-Word Couplet Series" Poetry Contest
Mark Toney, Judge & Sponsor.
There is a little land that's built on sand in the Middle East
To listen to the world complain, you'd think it was a beast
Yet it's more diverse, and dynamic, than the USA
100+ countries immigrants' flourish there today
As for democracy, why there's nothing to compare
Fully 20 parties over there vie for electoral shares
Freedom of--not from--religion is absolutely guaranteed
And no one's made to recite a pledge
To a flag he can't believe
Minorities ARE protected there; they make a real impact
Arab statesman constitute 10% of Parliament, in fact...
By now you've surely guessed the country that I've yet to name
For to even say the word today can get you killed or maimed
But eventually the truth will out, as it always does:
Those who bang the drums today for tiny Israel's death
Will come tomorrow to recant their misguided shibboleths
He Loves Her? He Loves Her Not? – An Echo Poem
By Darren White and Brian Johnston
Darren White’s Original Poem – WHAT LOVE LOOKS LIKE
PoetrySoup.com - Reprinted with permission
“If anyone asks you
how the perfect satisfaction
of all our sexual wanting
will look, lift your face
and say,
Like this.”
- Rumi
***
Darren:
I lift my face to you, my anyone
my only one, my love,
And see your question
unspoken but screamed
all over you
This is what love looks like
What it looks like with
only that one person
I see you read you
every line of you
words without any
meaning full of meaning
I read you I see your face
I taste the sun and the moon
and all the stars in all the
fireworks.
Darren White
***
Brian Johnston’s Echo - I Do Not Doubt That Love Is Real
PoetrySoup.com and PoemHunter.com
I do not doubt that love is real,
Just shy to offer up myself
As shining gem that you might steal
Or place in glass case on a shelf,
Holding to the selfish view
That somehow I am just for you.
I know I cannot love like that
There is not ONE that I desire
My temperament is more like cat,
But, looking still, I don’t conspire
To say that I cannot be yours…
Just “Love” is not that which secures.
I doubt that Rumi showed his face,
To only one and kept this vow,
For “sexual wanting” has no place,
No love it may not disavow
“Like this” is just a moment’s urge
And untoward thoughts may quickly purge.
In love though lives a higher plane,
Where jealousy is just fool’s gold
And even dolts like me can gain
By seeing it is just blindfold!
Integrity’s your only friend,
It might just save you in the end.
For sun and moon and stars all fade,
Like vows that promise you’re the one,
Like promises made in the shade,
The truth will out though your heart’s won,
So chose a mate beloved by folk,
Don’t let your future be a joke.
***
Brian Johnston
April 9, 2017
The eyes are the windows to the soul
But I once had my shades pulled down
A mysterious individual difficult to figure
Masqueraded around town as a clown
Always been known as a jester at heart
But some say it's a cover, a facade
To hide this feeling of insecurity inside
Wouldn't allow my soul to be unclad
Well that most certainly used to be true
But poetry has allowed me to be me
Under the cover of a protected environment
It's allowed my true self to be free
The truth will out it's always been said
In my case it's proven to be so
Owe my appreciation to all my poet friends
And to Cathie, my wife, my soul
A new found confidence after many years
Not the person I started out to be
Feeling of freedom expressing my thoughts
Nonjudgemental, a feeling of free
The eyes, it's said, are the windows to the soul
No truer words have ever been spoken
Poetry has allowed me to forever be free
My long silence has now been broken
Translated from Georgian into English by Manana Matiashvili
All that figurative language
I’ve acquired from you:
“Life is tough”,
“Sweet is the soul”,
“Sky’s the limit”,
“Truth will out”.
“Knowledge is power”,
“Weep and you weep alone”,
One can be “all at sea” sometimes,
“The heart of man is like waters of the well”,
“Guest is sent from God”,
“Let go and let God”…
And so on… and so many sayings
Am collating now into poems
And stitching stories…
But seems as if Alazani River
Has washed them out
And taken all the words.
Three years passed,
Hence our roles have changed,
I play the same games, mostly “housing”…
Just now am standing jammed
At juncture of the ground and sky,
Hesitating to choose direction, it means,
I have no idea to blow warmth up
Or to blow down…
Who will play with me with shifted roles?
The games named: “schooling”,
“housing” and “motherhood“?
Genres: life, family, sad, personality
They taught him their history was great.
He was immature and passionate.
He went to school to learn the same.
His teachers all enjoyed the game.
He never questioned what he learned.
He never doubted what he heard.
As he grew up and went to college.
His life changed and so his knowledge.
He would engage in heated debates
On life and history with his mates.
He was sure their life was marvelous.
He was sure their history, famous.
He happened to read some different tales
That changed his mind and tipped the scales.
The greatness they claimed to have achieved.
Was just a lie they multiplied, and he believed.
The foe they feigned they would defeat.
They would support and kiss his feet.
He learned the facts they long denied.
He knew the truth no one could hide.
18/4/2014
First day on the job, co-worker confides
“Bullies here get rough.
When they call your bluff
you can count on me to stand by your side.”
Conversation thrives;
Contemplation drives
my curiosity to hear out Ben’s mind.
Many issues find our positions aligned.
Can I depend on Ben?
Long story he told, how his parents died.
The story towered,
pity he devoured.
Neighbors had raised him, neglect bona fide.
Imagination
defied foundation.
One colleague verified, “Ben invents the truth;
He lives with his parents still, well past his youth. “
Can I depend on Ben?
Last week, he boasted he’d gotten a raise;
deceit’s his onus.
“Twas just a bonus,
which we all got in a matter of days.
As auditor-clerk
he does top-notch work;
his skill in mathematics amazes me.
Yet how (and why) can he lie so blatantly?
Can I depend on Ben?
I will admit unfair apprehension
which causes me grief.
Could he be a thief?
Don’t want to be a source of contention.
Is lying a crime?
Truth will out in time.
I'm considering his vested point of view;
but cannot count any guarantee as true.
We talk, then I walk away from this yahoo.
Can I depend on Ben?
Fraud makes a fearful friend.
written May 17, 2018
contest: Gregory Barden's Qarinage, Any Topic (new form)
The eyes, it's said, are the windows to the soul
But I once had my shades pulled down
A mysterious individual difficult to figure
Masqueraded around as a clown
Always been known as a jester at heart
But some say it's a cover, a facade
To hide this feeling of insecurity inside
Wouldn't allow my soul unclad
Well that most certainly used to be true
But this site has allowed me to be me
Under cover of this protected environment
It's allowed my true self to be free
The truth will out it's always been said
In my case it's proven to be so
I owe my appreciation to this fabulous site
And to Cathie, my wife, my soul
A new found confidence after many years
Not the person I started out to be
Feeling of freedom expressing my thoughts
Nonjudgemental, a feeling of free
The eyes, it's said, are the windows to the soul
No truer words have ever been spoken
P-Soup has allowed me to always be me
My long silence has now been broken
© Jack Ellison 2013
THE FACT REMAINS
They need to have an excuse or else they look guilty
so they choose a group who seem easy pickings
and so they go after the deep pockets
then decide to give them and their management lickings
they'll kick them in the shin and the jury will see
they'll describe audio foolishness in detail
while the defense will use a tactic so the truth will out
and in their eyes they simply cannot fail
so they show and play the evidence
while 13 people don't detect a thing
but it's important for both sides to win
it can mean money and all that it can bring
so they listen and re-listen and listen again
listening to it backwards where idiots hear “shoot yourself in the head”
of course the parents are going to defend a well raised boy
but it's not backwards audio, it's the parents fault little billy shot himself in the head
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The Collective Conscience of the World Apologizes to Jamal
Kashoggi, and His Fiancee', Hatice Cengiz
We are very sorry, Mr.Kashoggi,
As also to your never-to-be wife -
Condolences.
We understand how the Casualties of Truth
So often find themselves, like you,
Caught in the crosshairs
Of exigency and cynicism,
Bereft and bewildered,
Adrift and confused;
Betrayed by the mistake
That Truth and Justice
Are closely connected -
A common error,
One that turns some that make it into ghosts -
Like you, Jamal, physically;
And you, Hatice, in Spirit.
Believing as you did that Truth was a prize beyond all price,
Shared for the betterment of all,
You missed the sad fact that Justice,
In this wicked world,
Is subject to price fluctuations;
May be had by the highest bidder.
Those scales are for weighing money.
So when you bid Truth for the Many
Against Justice for the monied Few
The price for the difference was your life.
At least now we know the full Market Price
Of one good journalist's life:
110 Billion dollars
In arms sales.
Wherever your spirit wanders,
Let it not despair;
And let comfort come to Hatice;
It is her due.
The Truth will Out, no matter what -
For it is free of price;
A thousand smiling cynics
A thousand bitter tyrants
Cannot stop it.
In the end they shall drink their own tears.
So Be It.
To you, Jamal, I say,
Bismalla.
To you, Hatice,
Inshalla.
(written to be sung to the tune of “What a Wonderful World it Would Be” as sung by Sam Cooke, but I first heard it in the 60's by Herman's Hermits)
Don’t know much about politics.
Only know there are lots of di#ks.
Hardly know why these kinds of guys
cause division and lead with lies.
But I do know the things I see.
One and one don’t add up to three.
What an upside-down world it’s become.
Not for certain about anything.
Whistle blowers are afraid to sing!
Trust no CDC or FBI.
Do they really protect us? (sigh)
But I do know the things I see.
One and one don’t add up to three.
What an upside-down world it’s become.
Well, I saw many prices rising fast.
But what did Biden say?
Blamed it all on Russia and smiled with big teeth.
I’m shocked by now we’ve not collapsed!
I do know about history.
Never long lives prosperity.
Loony speeches leave me with no doubt,
and I’m hoping that all truth will out!
For I do know the things I see.
One and one cannot add up to three.
What an upside-down world it’s become.
Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum (politics)
dum dee dum dee dum dee dum dee dum dee (lying guys)
Hmm Hmmmm – all those di#ks.
Have a burger with some fries . . .
And enjoy it while you can.
Reset’s coming. Will you have a dime?
What an upside-down world it’s become.
I’ll not allow that friendship dies
(Though it may wane from time to time)
Or passion thrive on soulless lies
Or love blossom from lifeless rhyme!
For truth will out, survive it all,
The outcome cannot be in doubt,
Though legends tell about its fall,
And hell itself predict its rout!
For truth is born in spark so deep
That God’s own heart attends its light,
And after flesh finds its last sleep,
Immortal soul guards its delight.
Yes, all of heaven’s stars will fail,
Death lose its grip, Satan his fun,
Time miss its tick, future its veil,
But God and truth will still be one.
Brian Johnston
November 6, 2015
When you go to the polls to vote,
Have knowledge of your candidate choices.
Each voter must have education and hope;
Now people constitutionally, do have voices.
You will make a difference,
Once you do your homework.
Under your arm keep your references.
Vote for whom you feel will do no harm;
One whose past proves that they care.
They can’t be money hungry liars or jerks;
Each must be truly honest and fair.
Vote out corruption; vote in change,
Once you pull that lever remember,
The vote cannot be changed;
Education is necessary; it’s a voter-keeper.
With research on the candidates,
In a library or online;
The truth will out itself to fate,
Have courage and this you’ll find.
Collections of their legislation,
Online and in libraries reference section;
Libraries keep this information,
Look carefully at this collection.
Each voter must vote responsibly;
Carefully do your research and;
Take my suggestions;
In reference sections of libraries,
One gets answers to their questions.
Never vote until with wisdom you are armed.
Should you vote without education, everyone gets harmed.
Often people vote
For their party, only.
Educate yourself,
Don’t be a dummy;
Unless you hate yourself,
Come to the library and study.
And you’ll be armed with
This powerful knowledge
Instead of ignorant bliss
One can go to college
Now education’s where you find it.
Armed with your defense kit;
New candidates you will win with it;
Don’t neglect preparation; go vote with spit.
Knowing devious candidates are
Now chomping at their bits.
One person can make a difference, go out and share
When everyone’s well aware of these gits;
Legislation that’s corrupt will mince,
Every word a candidate speaks;
Do your part to encourage others of this;
Get them researching the candidates’ snares;
Education prevents you being trapped in a political abyss.