Best Veritas Poems
Ivy leaguers smell like turd bits
Near the king’s commode where he s*its
Don should flush elites
Like what he excretes
Including these ass wipes and twits:
Yale University…J.D. Vance
Yale University…Scott Bessent
Yale University…Daniel Driscoll
Harvard University…Robert F. Kennedy Jr.
Harvard University…John Phelan
Harvard University…Dean John Sauer
Princeton and Harvard…Pete Hegseth
University of Pennsylvania...Tiffany Trump
University of Pennsylvania...Donald Trump Jr.
University of Pennsylvania...Ivanka Trump
University of Pennsylvania…Elon Musk
University of Pennsylvania…D.J. Trump
University of Pennsylvania and Harvard…Mehmet Oz
Veritas Vincit
the elusive goddess of the mind and soul couplet
a revelation of who we are, what we believe,
all that we imagine is or should be conceived;
born on the rising of the sun
holding moon glow in its captivity run
a complex menagerie of starlight within the cosmos dominion,
universal relinquishing of fictionalized wordings and opinions,
a hope, desirous dream, endless entity of fact from fiction
formalized false narratives of time and space interval diction;
it struggles, writhes in the turning and tossing window
foaming ocean waves of misinformation, lie, innuendo
there is no escape of twist or twitch spoof
squirming, wriggling the pathways of lie and truth
obsessive view in the eye of the beholder's solidarity,
is there hope, is there the possibility of a new reality
it truly is, as it really exists in a hidden state?
in the end, history will write what we dictate
someone's vision, another's reality
the hope and dreams of a future giving life and liberty
and freedom will take sail
only if
the truth prevails.
Sparked by Margarita Lilico's Latin Lessons
1/10/2022
In Vino Veritas, But Whiskey’s Better
In wine there is certainly such real-truth to be found,
And in whiskey there is even more of it to go around!
Wine may maketh one truly sagacious, whilst whiskey
Elevates one to a level known as “For Members Only!”
As modern-day bards seeketh true meaning in their daily
Thoughts—whiskey is man’s key to his baser instincts.
The soul doth prosper even better when fueled so truest
By the cryptic, elixir-like qualities of wine and whiskey!
And doth pray tell, I sayeth this must be so, and why not?
Well, both elixirs help to free man’s deepest inner spirit!
Wine is that exquisite medium for introspective reflection,
Whilst whiskey excites one’s self for immediate attention!
Let it be said though that wine and whiskey do complement
One another in man’s quest for real-truth in this crazy world!
Amen! Amen! Amen!
What more can one say?
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
January 7, 2018 (Couplet)
His eyes full of love,
Embraces the man asking him:
Quod Est Veritas?
Late at night
Losing all sense of time
Caught in the web's
Ghostly glow
A glimpse of an ad
During a sip of ruby red
A muse was born
(Amusin' illusion)
To tempt the Melpomene in me.
Dionysus let slip the flights of fancy.
A flirtation began.
It was love at first sight
As I drank deep of the Pierian spring
But my love she doth often unrequite.
It passeth all understanding.
In the deepest hole;
My hand raises the soul;
In the darkest night;
My torch bears the light.
In the midst of despair;
My kindness upholds the fair;
In the cruelest sorrow;
My salvation is a better tomorrow.
My name, your refuge;
My love, flowing deluge;
My home, your sanctuary;
My river, single estuary.
I am the way;
The itinerary of everyday;
I am the life;
The passion ending strife;
I am the truth;
The wisdom set forth.
Pursuant to all that's been said
One might think that Trump's world is red
But Trump does not read
So one must concede
That Trump lies like no one who's dead!
i have been reading the contents
via, printed correspondence
for some time now
and so it was only natural
there’d be a moment
i’d pour, to
sip the promise
when switching from merlot to zinfandel
a tipped glass need not be
shattered into shards
time only knows if; when
the chance will come to
escape to your serenity
and charming ways
visit for an eternity; or
just a few days
so until then;
let us drink a toast
to a marrying of such
savory flavors
I- Insight without intuition
N-Never to understand
T-Trapping what can’t be caught
E-Endgame to confound
R-Riddle we play with ourselves
E-Earnestly said nothingness
S-Spoken in bewilderment
T-Time and again
I-In our ongoing confusion
N-Never capturing why
G-Gravitas without Veritas
…. Interesting!
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Trust in the truth to set you free,
Light offers proof as soul can see.
Truth wears a veil in joy sublime,
Light now unveils a lovely time.
Joy speaks clear zest to unwrap cheer,
Hope works out best faith you hold dear.
Zest syncs with zeal that heart may show,
Love in true feel can bless and glow.
Zeal is passion armed with purpose,
Grace funds action as words find verse.
Purpose sparks health as wonders bloom,
Decide the wealth that fills heart's room.
A healthy mind says much of heart,
Poise ever finds a bold, brave start.
Dare wear your heart upon your mind,
Craft sanguine art that feels most kind.
Do your best then to feel each surge,
Verse comes just when feel inspires urge.
Listen and heed The Christ did say,
Choice primes the need to live and pray.
The journey here is a brief stay,
Love then my dear to know the way.
Leon Enriquez
03 March 2015
Singapore
Vincit Omnia Veritas L
(Truth conquers all things)
Tom Wright
8/7/2000
From Mom,
I became educated at an early age,
that the axe of truth oft times cut deep.
That chips would fly and scatter where they will,
always affecting others.
That the ultimate payment for every act,
good or bad, would always be consequences.
Better to endure these, whatever they be, for a short time,
than surrender the advantages found in truth forever.
Mom called it being responsible!
I call it being loved!
All of which we fictionalize,
Hold far more truth, than we realize.
by Max Burchett
Hard to know
What is real now.
Who to believe,
Who will deceive.
This is truth
As I know it,
Yet I never say, my truth,
Since surely truth is absolute.
I will say to you.
I believed some lies.
Got pulled in, it’s true.
Could have been my demise.
But I saw the light from a song,
For now through a glass darkly.
Now as I go along,
All said is seen more clearly.
Strange man with the sign
Saying, the end is near,
Maybe not for the world he means,
But for each and everyone.
That I suppose sadly is true.
Photography by Tayeb MEZAHDIA
A mystical illusion
Filled the gaps of time
Transported Innocent Angela to the land where truth resides
Surely a land where fears come to life
Soon the mystery unveils
Melody of a lost piano prevails
Shallow voices against the tainted plane
“Mystery and Fame once relayed ” it claimed
Far beneath the meadows
Within the garden of brass
Lied little Cinderella with her broken shoes of glass
Longing to go from rags to class
Mightier than fibs and sharp swords,
Manacled truth will with time prevail
Against high peak and gigantic vale,
And glossed lips' deodorized words.
Sharper than lucre's nectared studs
Stabs tested truth's right-driven nail;
Till all wrong-worn tongues wax frail,
And fain betray old veneered guards.
Unfettered truth predates olden floods.
Earlier than Noah's Ark and hasty hail
Unbowed stood her long-tenured trail,
Defanging vibes of fact-twisting nerds.
Unbent still won truth's candid cards,
Outlasting every knavish fibbing tale;
And justice bespectacled favored jail,
Where oft cool heels of reptiled duds.
Why not tell it to blank wingless birds:
If stoutest truth's tempest-tossed sail
Long neutered was by wealthier gale,
Over gold's Monsoon-storming girds?
~~~Magna est veritas et praevalebit~~~.