Best Untruths Poems
A faithless entity unhappiness coldly it turns the eyes around coils
breeding misery a vice with hate that consumes unconscious reality
Crawling underneath a thin veil of darkness
hiding within bitterness that licks the wounds
As a blindness burns one beggar in hell's soup boils
tortured by untruths morally shading absent light
Without His Holiness a soul never finds peace
just war without hope develops inside the ugliness
I’m Tweety Bird and ‘I tawt I taw a puddy tat,’
But what I mean, Trump’s nightmares fear a democrat,
I’m as yellow as your hair, tweet,
Feel sure you dye it fair, tweet,
Vulgar antics towards opponents, shows lack of morality
Fake tan, untruths, arrogance and more, sadly your totality.
Become a mature American leader Mr. President,
Your unacceptable rapport with world leaders has evil intent,
Sorry, you are just a reality show,
A favour, take a bow and go,
You fuel Racism, Feminism, Semitism, encourage Supremacists,
Build a wall, which Mexicans dig under, such a hedonist!
President-elect Tweety Bird, stop your victimization, it’s become boring,
Debateable If you possess, any political finesse, for war hoping?
Hurriedly looking for a vaccine,
I Tweety Bird, first in line,
Side effect, maybe both of us losing our yellow fluff!
Would discuss climate change, but know you’ve abandoned this, rough!
Love Story
Oh, how I remember days full of ardent cheer
Enamored in prospects of romance so sincere!
Believing love so precious would never end
Floating on emotions that eagerly befriend.
Despair then ravished my young tender heart
And all my aspirations suddenly blew apart.
He never told me what caused him to flee,
Walking out of my life without even telling me.
How gullible of me to believe untruths he said
Letting him seduce love, taking me for granted.
Gladly you found me when I was hopeless wreck,
As shattered dreams trailed a tragic heartbreak.
Now I adore how you hug me with gentle care,
Approaching me softly with a joy of teasing dare,
Loving me deeply like no one has ever before,
Embarking on a journey our love would explore.
Your loving hands hold me as if a delicate flower,
As you surrender tenderly like you wish to cower,
Whispering as a moth whirling breeze of fresh air,
Burning my flame eminently with a loving flare.
Then we travelled to vistas of kingdom unseen,
A paradise of enduring love fit for king and queen,
There I surrendered me as you fondly appealed
As union of our anxious desires eagerly fulfilled.
Now as you contemplate pending wedding bells
I'm desolate to admit what my wary heart foretells,
My sweet love I regret deeply how this will end
As I have fallen in love with your sexy best-friend.
First Place
November 3, 2017
Love Story
Sponsor: Silent One
Drowning is excrutiating.
More so in your own blood,
Your illusions.
Slowly, I hum along to the
tune of my own death.
What else could a puppet do
But dance?
Death is a treasure. Peaceful.
Life is torture. Unbearable.
Ashes lie where a bright flame flickered.
Violently extinguished.
Choked by a diet of untruths.
My endurance is puzzling.
Maybe i was ensnared-
Irretrievably bound.
Inevitable isn't it?
To feel the ripping of a heart
And the extermination of young emotions.
The humming ceases-
The end is near.
His pulsing palm is
where my pump rests.
The fiction" I love you,"
sometimes seems so true.
Love is pain.
Pain is not love
Murdered me with your love
Murdered me with your lies
I could see the rage when I looked into your eyes
You told me that you loved me
but I just wanted to leave.
"Why can't you just be happy" you ask
While pushing me to my knees
Always playing the victim
You're good at playing that game
Lies of mistreatment; lies and untruths
All I ever wanted was away from your abuse.
That night I planned to leave
That night my plan was perfect
But you found out and rallied your crew
You said I couldn't leave, you said we weren't through
I managed to escape you
And locked myself in a room
But you had other plans
And I knew my fate was doomed
You pryed open my door
And I tried to keep it shut
But your crew breached the second entry
And I knew my time was up
You stood behind the gun;
You pointed it in my direction
You pulled the trigger;
And took my life
You took it with just one finger
You claimed my death was suicide
But we both know the truth
You continue to play the victim
But now they're on to you!
Written By: Kristin Bordelon
No lies are sweet
Except the ones to lesson harm
These lies are cheap
The ones meant to charm
Lies are usually for self gain
To avoid telling the truth
Not willing to take blame
Commonly done in youth
Lies of fabrication
An imagination out of control
Lies of exaggeration
Are told to strengthen the goal
Whatever the circumstances
no one can disguise
You may not know by their actions
But You can tell by their eyes
The biggest threat to our humanity and way of life
is engraved within those whom get consumed by untruths
God controls this planet not science playing as host
man is destroying it with nuclear waste
leaking daily in many parts of this world
also using missals with poisonous heads
and toxic weapons through wicked acts of war
Now there is nothing conspiracy about facts displayed
The world over science in this field is tampered with
to suit new designs on another means to tax basically
your the climate scientist I have just made my comment
Based squarely on an article
in how my soul sees a corrupt body
hiding facts using upside down research mind boggling
You have judged me from lies told
Labeled me not OK
Decided to avoid me
Keep the likes of me at bay
~
You have listened to untruths
Told to many not only you
Yet in silence l remain steadfast
As to myself l stay true
~
Open your eyes and heart
See me for who l truly am
For l am not what I’ve been portrayed
I should not be unfairly damned
~
Be kind to our in battled President my friends.
His policies and actions are not his own.
The hard right urges him to "Make America
Great Again" I really don't know what that means.
His policies and untruths coupled with his attitude
against those that attempt to disagree with him, is not
really his fault. The fact that he believes himself to know
more than everybody else is just part of his condition.
He defends Nazis and Russia, because he believes those
who support him will remain loyal. This is not his fault.
He wants to make "America Great Again" and he is guided
by those who want to return to the way America was fifty
years ago.
Can you blame him for this? His lies and innuendoes and
his inability to distinguish right from wrong is just due to his
condition. He is really a narcissist who sees himself as the
center of the world and feels he is more intelligent and
savvy than anybody else. Those who believe this, continue
to empower him. They don't know he is very sick.
This pathological condition is a sickness of the mind. Instead
of piling up on him, we should help him. He suffers from
delusions of grander which he cannot help. We should
recognize the symptoms and get the needed treatment for
our POTUS.
We don't want him to damage our Democracy nor get us
in a war we can ill afford. Finally, Do we really want us
to walk backwards into the future?
Lets help our President get well.
Contest --Anthony Slausin. February 2, 2019. President Trump
Will I be impeached?
Uncontrolled lustful defiling, dirty and inciting
The profaning of holy sanctuary
Wolves amongst gentle lambs
The greedy and money hungry
The un-sharing and un-caring
Deceitful with, 10% truth and 90% untruths.
These are itching ear promoters, abusers and users.
If the money were gone, they would be gone also.
Staying out late at night she is a taker of substance
with a golden tongue she speaks untruths
all with out reluctance.
Like a captured pray I dangle from her web
I am slowly being devoured
very soon I will be dead.
Where is my defender from this torment
my soul cries for mercy
yet the sorrow remains consistent
So little I would not have done
my love was true as I lay now the prisoner
of her----- "the one".
COMPANION POEM TO :
ODE TO MYRRH TREE
So Myrrh stood in centre of desert
wild winds through branches delivering untruths plaited with sorrow
dust particles choking cacti
scatterings of sparse rain made
no patter ~
silence w a i t i n g
white became her trunk scrubbed with
daunting sunrays through sluggish day
undulating endless sand dunes …
panted
time miracle-less, no veils shielded
raw core, passive ~
lizards l o u n g e d
odourless her branches lost seduction
no oily lubricants for pear-shaped flesh
brittle bark snapped in lost loneliness
beauty a faded glory buried
d e e p
beetles spent by breeding atop
harsh grit of ancient desert f o s s i l i s e d
mystical myrrh magic was no more
her stump dissipating into fragments
sore
breathless desert discerned, exhausted
camels, lashes threadbare, kneeled surrender
tongues brittle papyrus into electrons
lips parched ~
lines of m e l a n c h o l y
Tree of kings, empresses and prophets !
where have colourful canvassed tents in
sandstorms gone with patterned serpents curling to tunes of alluring pipes,
smoke honey eyes, when limbs twined warm ~
sensual t o g e t h e r
the All-Embracing laments
languid
across desert’s fierce micro flames
sweat dripping ~ His amber inlays
melting into black beads
disappearing
soundless screams ache
starving l o n g i n g
ages of loveless waiting
what is beauty but terror flipped ?
wrinkles speak of struggle and beasts
time tightening grip across
opEN
s p a c e
scent slipping ashen dregs
as desert creatures cackled an end
stars dripping crystalline sorrow
myrrh momentarily disappeared …
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Published: Edge of Humanity Magazine:
June 26
Placed : 5th Premier Contest
Sponsor : Brian Strand
April 26
Most go into a relationship protecting and guarding their heart
I do the opposite, mine is open wide right from the start
Others have built bricks around theirs, that have to be torn down
I slowly put up a layer each time a hurt makes me frown
With each rejection, disappointment, another layer gets laid
It's beyond my control, swish, swish goes the spade
Unkind words, untruths, the layer of bricks climb higher
Until my heart is safely buried away from the crossfire
Now protected by the bricks, I become emotionally detached
Only now able to see why we were inevitably mismatched
People love in different ways and have different needs
Next time I'll find a matching heart, before I plant my seeds
In time, the bricks surrounding my heart will turn to clay
Then dissolve into dust, for I'm too optimistic to live in dismay
The dust will be eventually blown away by someone with a open heart
And thus be the reason why every other relationship has fallen apart
I thank all Participants in my endeavor to create a POETRYSOUP Dictionary I f YOU do not
see Your word yet Please be Patient I was not expecting such a Great response You may
send in more than one word(per : Brian Strand, Dane Ann, and Sean Kelly) Thank-YOU
Again YOUR POETRY Brother ALWAYS...HG
Coffee --- The Person Upon Whom You Cough --- Sean Kelly
Flabbergasted --- Appalled At The Extra Weight I've Gained --- Sean Kelly
Hollywood --- Decorative Christmas Forest --- Sean Kelly
Reliable --- Being Able To Successfully Tell Untruths ---Sean Kelly
Hypnosis --- Your Sister Who Refuses Her Hip Operation --- Sean Kelly
Coffee --- Life's Spark Plug --- Karen O'Leary
Wallflower --- Take Five - Hand Jive --- Brian Strand
Bank Promissory Note --- My Gosh, What Tosh --- Brian Strand
Clueless --- Oh No - Clouseau --- Brian Strand
Futures Trading --- I Bet - You Sweat --- Brian Strand
Still Life --- Tableau Stage Show --- Briand Strand
Hobo --- No Bread - in Shed ---Brian Strand
Taize-Rondo --- Sung Low ---Brian Strand
Chaplin --- No Sound Around --- Brian Strand
Rsvp --- See You - Chez Nous --- Brian strand
Veni, Vedi, Vici --- Old Ode, In Code --- Brian Strand
Dear John --- Sweetheart, We Part --- Brian Strand
C A I - Misspell - Ssh Don't Tell --- Briand Strand
One Party State --- I Choose - You Loose ---Brian Strand
Conredanse --- Line Dance - In France --- Brian Strand
Democracy --- Fair Do's -You Choose --- Briand
Charleston --- Kick Feet - Off Beat ---Briand Strand
WIKIPEDIA --- Free Facts - Unpacked ---Briand Strand
Blog (1) --- Essay Today --- Brian Strand
Blog (2) --- Bio To Show --- Brian Strand
Solid State --- Opacity Capacity --- Robert A. Dufresne
Not Fit For Purpose --- Useless, I Guess --- Brian Strand
Off The Record --- You Wrote My Note --- Brian Strand
Press Release --- Off Pat - No Chat --- Brian Strand
Intuition --- Sat - Nav Less --- Brian Strand
Xylophone --- Music's Home --- Dane Ann
X-Ray --- Bone Inspector --- Dane Ann
Zeal --- Eagerness Squeal --- Dane Ann
Zoo --- Animal Crew --- Dane Ann
Rush of nerves, quivers come night,
blush of love parts evening clouds.
Green eyes aglow tempt in candlelight.
As stars dangle low in spangled shroud,
we rise high above, embraced in flight -
words a whisper, untruths vowed.
How at sunrise shall I wake
now knowing love cannot stay?
In throws of night’s heat, our two worlds quaked;
then weak with deceit, I slipped away.
Oh, if I’d known my heart was at stake,
I’d hide in shadows of day.
6/27/15