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Prayer Against Falsehood
Oh Father God, deliver us from falsehood
May we always do what is good
Oh Lord Jesus, save us who are like Jacob
Grant us the wisdom on what we resolve
Oh Holy Spirit, rescue us from doing wrong
Be our fortitude when tempted for long
This we ask in our Almighty God. Amen.
-12/21/2015
(Dumarao)
*Gideons Prayer Poems Against life's Problems
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 that America is evil paves the way
no matter that it’s pure, unadulterated fiction
Soon all law-abiding folks will be imprisoned
as anarchy realizes its wildest ambitions
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 dissonance
Of glossolalic tales
To the age of gullible gullivers!
Ear, O hear!
In that gaping cavity
There lies lie lair
The sword of Damocles
Gliding and Churning honey gobs
From its cavity to founts of lies
In every public square.
Like the big lie of Hitler and Goebbels
To the holocaust.
Let not all thy senses,
Emotion, reason, and conscience
Trust her tongue!
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 perpetual life i’m living.
all is the same,
as if i am forbidden from breaking this loop.
nobody can console me,
the world is deceiving me.
there is no comfort in it either.
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The Breeze of Silence
So often we perceive
Falsehood conveyed as truth,
Half-truth staged as real
In most quarters of life,
With silence lending hands
For lies to blow apace.
"God's people, the Jews" what a big falsehood and deceit Yahood people
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 a mourning butterfly,
but some souls adopt envious eyes clouded in ebony skies.
In a dream world of charm, jealousy is an undying misery,
resentment is regretful with fake tales veiled in mystery.
Some ink is invisible when scribbled across a canvas of tragedy,
especially when the tongue paints an image of insanity.
Sincerity is a charm of elegance only pure hearts emanate,
immune to fabricated falsehoods a storyteller will narrate.
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 with its crimson smell,
The fading breaths of sinister falsehood.
From golden dust to smooth bristly as well,
On black graveyards to azure seas, we stood.
The fading breaths of sinister falsehood,
In the sunken bronze halls of antique disease.
On black graveyards to azure seas, we stood,
Teals are being tormented by nightly noise.
In the sunken bronze halls of antique disease,
Elixir of roseate red oozing out loose progeria.
Teals are being tormented by nightly noise,
Hyacinths in a trance, bewitched by hysteria.
Written: May 22, 2022
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, 2022
for “D Forms – Dizain – Poetry Contest”
sponsored by Constance La France
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 complete and total fraud.Klaus Mikaelson.
The falsehood has,
the bad breath
to find itself further fragrant
than the truth... !
But there is,
flagrant odor of
mistaken... !
conceive even flagrant
irony in its project
without any grace...
No trace of pure air... !
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 should prepare for it
Humanity can live without leadership
but it should not prepare for it
This is Nudity of truth
Falsehood of fallacy
Note: This poem is dedicated to all those who engage in hyper-complex thinking about human life
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 done before...
In this heart, this kind of heart, I'm sure
Lies a memory of this thing in mind,
Though I forget, in mind, I'm sure,
That the thing I forget is good and kind.
This I know, Yea, I spoke and heard,
That you who is kind remember these words.
This I know, I know Falsehood reclined,
In comfort and lux, with Truth beside.
This kind of thing I do, I know,
Was done again an era ago.'
When falsehood is tasted as sweet,
the truth always savors as bitter.
They invent new lies with periodical distractions
repeat falsehood till truth turns doubtful
teach generations the ways of hating
the **** of discriminating, dividing, killing
the innocents that love their neighbours
value diversity, equality and peace
shunning the weird chains that lock the sun for roots to grow
--R K Singh
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