Truth is like an X-ray
that reveals what lies beneath the torso;
When it images bones and joints,
what is hidden inside comes clearly into view.
Truth is like a DNA test kit
that establishes biological identity and traits;
When it collects cheek cells or saliva,
it traces ancestry through genetic markers.
Truth is like a test tube
that holds evidence from a chemical reaction;
When it contains a sample of blood,
it reveals the body's concealed condition.
Truth is like a fingerprint scanner
that identifies what matches the original entry;
When the thumb touches the biometric device,
the matching pattern confirms the user's identity.
Truth is like a lie detector
that attempts to expose deceit;
When it measures physiological responses,
the polygraph assesses whether answers mislead.
Revelation has begun
Ages of time arrived
The World was given a chance
Well in advance
What Biblical words had stated
Prophesied by a Prophet
Look and observe the signs
Keep praying in mine
The World will be judged, and books will be opened
Tongue confessions after confessions will come out
Chosen one’s will be granted in Heaven’s space
No need for baggage, but have your soul well packed
Faith confirms your reservation
Heaven’s new day
The train has arrived
Step aboard
Thank the Lord.
Hello Beast
I've come with tools in hand...
What is it today?!
Perhaps a day of simple grace?
Or do I crawl inside your soul?
I know your job of hell unleashed.
Blasted cast, making dust—
But it's time for you to sit.
Lock out, tag out confirms your fit.
I can't trust you to work a day—to do your job without decay!
You have destroyed my trust.
My mind screams to be released!
Damnation of the mechanic's role...
I cuss, you groan, and spit upon my face.
Today you'll understand!
Today, the beast of metal and trite,
Found the truth in mechanic's might.
The interest in this 'free verse style sonnet 'is two fold..At least a dozen people" had claimed credit for the poem (according to Wiki) &(hence no bio with this poem).Secondly its famous Christian 'allegorical ' theme which confirms a basic truth for believers of the Holy Spirit being within to guide and care as Jesus promised in John 15 & 16
Moving On Don't Erase Wrong
It just proved the truth still talks
Talks through the cracks they tried to cover,
Talks through the silence they hoped would
Suppress me,
Talks through every bruise that learned how
To speak without permission.
I walk with what I encountered, not because
The story ain't done testifying.
They say "move on" like healing is hocus-pocus,
Like justice disintegrates
if you stop disclosing the wound.
But I'm built from the kind of pain that shuns
To stay quiet, the kind that looms on corners
And tells the truth with its sternum.
Moving on, don't erase wrong-it just confirms
The truth still talks, and today, I'm the one
Letting it speak.
The system reports temporal governance has improved
stability is now assumed
territory has been optimized
boundaries no longer require revision
decisions move through approved channels
desire is no longer a variable
people comply within expected ranges
habits were adjusted quietly
uncertainty reduced until it disappeared
time was reorganized
not divided, only arranged
even weather responds within acceptable deviation
wind behaves correctly
silence is logged as normal output
no interruptions recorded
a system check runs
nothing unusual detected
another check follows
still nothing
the system repeats the check
because repetition confirms stability
no further variables remain
only checking continues
status remains stable
there is nothing left to correct
and still the system continues monitoring
because monitoring has no end condition
the emperor is not recorded as collapsed
collapse is not a valid category!
The words I played in my mind like music.
I wanted to hear all the melodies they could sing.
I played your words like music in my head,
And the vague ones sounded more beautiful.
I've had them bouncing off the corners of my mind for the past day.
I don't want to have any thoughts of you saying words that might hurt me.
I just figured you always meant to say something better.
Then you smile, and that confirms it.
I play your words in my mind, searching for the melody that suits your smile.
I will show you what the F B I have now informed officially to everybody.!
The survivors unredacted life details
Those make this writes title, is that all? You May well ask of me.? There is more to
The point i raise.' If that is the situation?
How many then are the affected
humans in real
Total.? In this botched investigation? It must be very, very many.'l? And the bureau
Confirms they are ( indeed survivours ) if
So from what? and therefore whom? You
Know I beleive there has been connivance'
That their has been procedure unfair.' A
Reluctance; to bring the law to bear' though perpetrators were reported.'
To skullduggery some officials have resorted.' Unlawfull and mal-feac-iously so
I call for redress also, now immiediatley so!)
Psychological Pain — a quieter Fire —
That eats the Mind by Degrees —
No Smoke betrays its Occupation —
No Cry confirms the Breeze —
Psychical Pain — a subtler Guest —
It enters without a Door —
And rearranges all the Rooms
We thought were Safe before —
Old Age — the Keeper of the Keys —
Turns softly — one by one —
The Locks that held the Yesterdays
Till all their Work is done —
Untreated Grief — long disciplined —
Behind Compartment Walls —
Now hears the Mortar loosening —
Now feels the Plaster fall —
Each former Hour — released at once —
A Crowd without a Name —
The Child — the Wound — the Aftermath —
The Echo and the Flame —
The Mind — astonished by its Weight —
Bends under Memory —
As though the Past — mistook the Time
And claimed Eternity —
Yet even here — a strange Relief —
In Ruin — Truth appears —
For what collapses — also frees
The Heart — from silent Years —
And Pain — though absolute — may teach
What Stone could never say —
That Survival — is the bravest Art
The Soul performs — each Day--
I asked him, my friend
Who are the heroes of the world?
He said, "Heroes, the War-Giants."
Alexander to Maj. Gen. Herald Ikiants,
Revolutionaries – Ideologues, Demagogues.” He named.
I quizzed his seminal brain
"What about saviors and saints?"
He was composite and took no strain
To answer my query pains,
“Of course, Saints!”
And he had no feel of hailing
The heroes of war veins
As he believes history’s kneeling
And he trusts in evidence
So scientific and evidence.
"History is past blundrance." I tried.
He only said very firm
"It is evidence."
"Learn from the evidence"-I,
He confirms, he uses occurrence
As he still has a belief
History repeats itself.
He proves again quoting History mischief,
History does not repeat, but rewritten with the dictum
"History is not of warriors but of the makers of life"
The Earth would only say
"How mean you are
Learn from the past errors."
On a shard stretched of incomprehensible narrow, tight and wide,
a silent strident laugh I often forbade-allowed myself,
it's the ordered chaos indescribable, the howling clang
of hermit tear struck in a shattered version,
habitual miracle of screaming silence, poor wealth,
fulfilled-unfulfilled love in the sweet cruel pain,
embalmed wound of your gentle-cruel smile, deep-smooth,
chasm full of filling, lady-lord, speak silently,
divinely mortal, thus unfulfilled-complete, mute song
of swan terribly gentle, of angel broken-whole,
white-black of the cursed one blessed in forgetting-remembrance...
I long without longing, dying alive, lucid foolish thoughts,
perpendicular parallel equations, humble pride of ladies
rubicund-pallid, prostituted icons holy-profaned,
fierce cold embraced I feel in ribs empty full,
our loves lonely-together, I have spring-summer
frozen-inflamed, satisfied hunger for warm winter,
autumns with dry rains of sleet falling upward,
that fly-frozen calm torrents toward fields
hermit-populated, our stars extinguished-lit,
sky-earth, living death from the empty-full mind,
your caress burning-cold, my life confirms-denies!
The earthworm molds the earth
Canker worms feed slowly
The truth in nature confirms
You may think you decide
but no, it is this way
‘cause the worms say it is so
SPIRIT ANIMAL Poetry Contest
Gary Baldwin
Sept. 25, 2025
I reached a hand
Into the snow
The chilly ice
Once vibrant glow
It's Winter's wish
A painful spree
The absent warmth
Of no degree
Although I try
To stay alive
Your touch confirms
No love could thrive
Until the crystals
Of your heart
Can beat a path
Back to the start
I'll leave a message
By transient hand
No passer by
Shall understand
A heart-shaped sign
To melt away
Perhaps to write
Another day..
I have something good to say.
It happens to me everyday.
God talks to me.
Whenever things in my life go wrong.
I go somewhere to be alone.
So, God can talk to me.
In life there are times when I fear.
I stand still so I can hear.
God talk to me.
As I begin a brand new day.
I want his guidance so I say.
God talk to me.
When bills are high and money low.
Alone with Him is where I go
Because, I need God to talk to me.
When my wife and I are mad.
Times like that are truly sad.
I ask God to talk to me.
Back when my life went off the track.
I was having frequent panic attacks.
God talked to me.
Once I was laying in a hospital bed.
Wondering if I'd end up dead.
I was comforted because God talked to me.
Sometimes other voices can be heard.
I verify who it is by reading God's word.
Because God confirms his talks to me.
At times there are images that I see.
They seem to answer certain questions for me.
That is just God talking to me.
When I do or say things wrong.
Or go places I do not belong.
God will talk to me.
When all things in my life is right.
That's when I push God out of sight.
I guess that's why Jesus compares us to sheep!
You cannot trust people and that is a fact!
To meet their own needs, they will stab you in your back.
We all are self-centered, each to some degree.
God's word says the only one to trust is Me!
Even the sweetest person can turn on a dime.
If you can catch them at the wrong day or time.
In Romans three-ten he says there's no righteous man.
Then in verse three-eleven, he says no one understands.
If the One who created us describes us this way.
Don't you think you should trust whatever He say?
The news confirms what He is saying is right.
Families betraying each other, road rage and street fights!
I'm not immune, I have done bad things too.
I've had people say " Ken, that just was not you!"
We all have a fallen nature and are prone to do wrong.
The good news there's forgiveness at our Father's throne.
Guilt hit's our conscious and it's a sign we've done bad.
Repentance restores us and again we are glad.
My children your dad loves you, all I know I must tell.
Obey or disobey God, means for us Heaven or Hell!
You are free to disregard me and all that I say.
But know you'll regret letting your pride rule you someday!
Love Dad.
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