Falsehood Poems

Fighting Falsehood

     Fighting falsehood with mere truth is
         a losing proposition
     The public clamors for the popular position 

     The underdog has it all his way today
         yelling

Her Tongue

Serpentine artisan in Eden
Crafting a second creation
A molten piece of idol
By the dexterity 
Of word of mouth.

Tongue lures ear
And then à tongue kiss
To the ear, both soulmates
Titillate the neurons of the body
Stir the impulse of all senses
All segued to Judas kiss.

Telepathist tool 
Transmuting visions from pluto
To reality on earth.
Forked-tongue town crier
With cymbal and gong
Improvising a

Reality or Falsehood

is it real?
am i real?
are you real? 
is anything around us real?
everything is perceived as fake.
i know it’s there.
i know it exists.
but for some odd reason,
it all feels hoaxed,
surreal,
dull,
empty,
ambiguous.
but why?
if i know people exist, objects are real, and my feelings are real,
so why does everything feel misplaced?
lost, even.
i discern as if i am fraud.
it’s a

The Breeze of Silence

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                                          The Breeze of Silence

       

Deafening Silence

                          Deafening Silence

we live in a world juxtaposed 
       with apparent contradictions
            with poverty

Deception in churches

The father of lies is using deception,
his mouth is like a foul cesspool,
and now falsehood is a viral infection, -
it's Satan's most favoured and treasured tool.

The darkness, promoted everywhere,
envelops the world like a toxic smoke.
The prince of the power of the air
desires for everyone in it to choke.

With money alluring, by using seduction,
enticing to serve

Big Falsehood

"God's people, the Jews" what a big falsehood and deceit Yahood people

Fabricated Falsehood Collaboration With Silent One

In silence we admire the splendor of our universe,
surrounded by breathtaking scenery ever so diverse.
Golden Sun, pale moon and silver stars animate an artist's mind,
whilst a poet creates imagery pleasing eyes that are blind.

Whispers of serene stars echo like a melodic lullaby,
but some dark minds serenade in lyrics we can't identify.
We all become fragile reflecting

Falsehood Dwindling

Hyacinths in a trance, bewitched by hysteria,
Amid the shadows of a mythological eclipse.
Elixir of roseate red oozing out loose progeria,
In islands where the sea weeps azure breaks.

Amid the shadows of a mythological eclipse,
Daunting me subtly with its crimson smell.
In islands where the sea weeps azure breaks,
From golden dust to smooth bristly as well. 

Daunting me subtly

Dangers of Delusion

Sadly, we may suffer a delusion
Understanding not the thing we conceive,
While functioning under the illusion
Everything is truly as we believe.
Perceptive minds do not always perceive
That often-told lies are still lies, indeed,
Truth is always borne on factual need
Easily recognized as veritas --
Virtuous, of good character, good seed
Free of falsity and meaningless dross.

THIRD PLACE WINNER
Written January 30,

Mr Hero

Mr mr mr hero
You u u u
You four two zero
Mr mr mr hero
You u u u
You four two zero
You psycho you crazy
You hybrid you angrezy
You double cross agent
You sand you cement
You casanova you bermuda
You saynviyan you faloda
You dirty you Aloda
Mr mr mr hero
You four two zero.
Note.Towl haram top ta jor kary John Day.
Lesson.You are a

False and Lie Stink

The falsehood has,
     the bad breath
    to find itself further fragrant
      than the truth... !
     But there is,
     flagrant odor of
     mistaken... !
     conceive even flagrant
 

Falsehood of Fallacy

humanity can live without planet earth
but it should prepare for it

humanity can live without the sun
but it should prepare for it

humanity can live without the universe
but it should prepare for it

humanity can live without food
but it should prepare for it

humanity can live without oxygen
but it should prepare for it

Humanity can live without other creatures
but it

Forget-Me-Not

Between Fear and Mirth sat Falsehood and Truth,
Who made away in a kissing-booth.
They snagged each-other in prickl'd vine,
Lit the scene in wax and wine.

As evening faded clear to dawn,
In her heart kind Truth true mourn'd.
For Falsehood thieved this memory-hers,
He stuff'd her head with larkspurs.

'This kind of thing I'm doing, I'm sure,
I'm sure it has been

Falsehood

When falsehood is tasted as sweet, 
         the truth always savors as bitter.

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