Honesty Poems

Running this endless marathon

This run ain't been fun for a while now
Energy for it all been ran out
Beggin myself to let go of this doubt
N start bein what I always been about
Knock myself off this damn cloud
Kuz its lookin like its about to storm some more
Ya know sht bad when chaoz got me bored
Being sober is more like

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

Dog Days

(Jake Jake, 2022)

Dog Days

I dreamt of dogs last night
And maybe it was just a symbolic
Representation of the end of August 
Week of hundred degree days to come,
But I think it was more a clear and literal
Representation that I like dogs
And care that they like me
More than I care what their humans
Think of me.

And I wonder

Confession

I learned what I fear today:
Intimacy. I can’t seem to face
my raw emotions bluntly; in fact
I despise them for being unpoetic 
Why be vulgar and direct
when I can hide behind my
metaphors, my harbor; my fantasies, my
buffer—between reality and
my brain cells too proud to be seen
scattered, sprinkled all over—
well, nothing

Even this moment I struggle to simply
write:

Wings and Wounds

Like birds flying high over the world,
Words of love never unheard.
Loud voices echo through different phases,
No mistakes.., Just choices in these mazes.

Walking threads, edge tight like a judge,
 Told me, “Be strong. Don’t budge.”
 They speak of light at tunnel's end,
 But what about the road we defend?
 The morals we bend,
 The lives we

Nobody Knows - I'm Not Telling Why

I sit here smug, my secret in place,
With a quiet cheesy grin upon my face.
They ask me, beg me, play I-spy, and pry —
But nope! Not me folks! I'm not telling why!

They try to read signs stuck on my lips
Unzip all my social internet blips and syncs.
To see the steely poker-face stare lurking
behind the smoke-screen

Ode from a Friend

                                           Ode from a Friend

        

Honesty

When it comes to poetry
as writers, each of us
has our, line not to be crossed

honesty, is where mine is drawn

don’t care how well a poem is written -- 
if slick, alone, will never stick in my mind,
find its way to my permanent library of 
heartfelt treasures -- 

nor bar – honesty~ this poet's top-shelf….

Honesty

stand still
remember those times
sincere friendly innocent chats
could have had a true real friendship 
drama
 

Runner

                         "Running away from pitch of battlefield
                        

Honesty

you were so honest
there was an extinction of lies
so i'll miss you
the same way the stars
miss the morning skies

THE POWER OF LOVE

When you have none to clean your spectacles,
You wait for the miracle,
That is when I come to you,
And clean it and give it back to you.

When you cannot but polish your shoes,
And your frail hands tremble,
Then I come as the captain of your cruise,
As you begin to grumble.

Love is filled with gratitude,
It does not accompany

LOVE EXPRESSED THROUGH WORDS FROM BOTH OLD AND NEW ENGLISH DICTION

Thou hast engaged my hand,
With your fairy’s magic wand,
The ring which you placed on my finger,
Along with which I do all around your house- doth Linger.

Thee fairy more graceful even compared to Venus,
Thou pierced my heart with thy kindness,
I will forever with you be,
As I respect thy love and thee.

Thou hast the eyes of a

Honesty

I cut myself last night
Playing with broken glass
Trying to make myself whole again
To see from a different angle

Staring in the rearview mirror
Driving in reverse, trying to go forward
Looking to soothe doubt 
By touching the void

Indulging insecurities
The cold comfort of fear
Testing my honesty
Waiting for the axe to fall

But you held onto me
That scared little boy no-one

The Love of What I Desire

Angela and Angelica,
I'm not a silica,
I'm not Amelia,
I'm more like hydrilla,
Moving with the water current,
I love my husband,
He is my fashion idol,
Is there too much to ask,
No, I rather be with him from dawn to dusk,
He is the boy I admire,
He is not what I desire,
But on what I require,
He is on the Esquire,
A requited

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