Long Fallacy Poems
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A fact and a fallacy,
Our observable reality.
A space shared by so many,
Exploring and forming its identity.
Through thoughts from you and me,
Comparing, preparing collectively.
Inner worlds act reflectively,
Creating what you see.
Acting as the entity,
Carrying you to me.
To my destiny,
To the rest of me.
The best of me,
Who I truly see.
A symphony to the Galaxy,
One entity separately.
All creating energy,
Finding balance in harmony.
Disarming negativity,
With heightened sensitivity.
We start shifting collectively,
Perceptively.
Our Perspective equally,
On being the change We wish to see.
Living respectively,
Spreading positivity.
Reflecting a reality you wish to see,
Without labels or scarcity.
Travel once on a haunted train,
a taste may make you lose your mind;
Railroad tracks leave the world behind
dismantled boxcars keep rolling;
Phantom mouths continue screaming,
they show you tickets that were signed;
Pure horror here is well defined,
you’ll visit with those who were slain;
Now you feel even more confined,
travel once on a haunted train;
Take the seat that you were assigned
surely they’ll be no arguing;
When a covered scab starts bleeding
don’t pick at it like you’re inclined;
You’ll visit with those who were slain,
to their curse pain is intertwined;
Get there early or they’re unkind,
a disturbing ride you will find;
Travel once on a haunted train
get lost in the way it’s moving;
Spontaneous can be soothing
you’ll visit with those who were slain;
The Dining car feels so refined,
relax the ghosts are on the grind;
Disobey? Idle hands they’ll bind,
probably should never have whined;
Restless spirits sit there waiting;
Travel once on a haunted train,
you’ll visit with those who were slain;
It’s real the nightmare is growing,
by the end you’ll be undermined;
It doesn’t matter if you’re kind;
Conducted by a mastermind
evil has now become streamlined;
Old clock ticks it becomes chilling
you’ll visit with those who were slain;
Travel once on a haunted train,
where they lived you’re now exploring;
Not really knowing how they died
only pieces have been outlined;
Racing down a track that’s unlined;
The length of this trip? Never mind;
You’ll visit with those who were slain,
strange feelings have you believing;
Your heart won’t ever stop racing,
travel once on a haunted train;
High anxiety undefined
for any relief victims pined;
Purity will become maligned
you’ll visit with those who were slain;
They were just trying to unwind,
surely safe where they were going;
Never thinking about running
to the obvious they were blind;
Travel once on a haunted train
see the dark nature of mankind;
You’ll visit with those who were slain
sitting back in a chair reclined
listen closely to tales enshrined;
As long as you keen on sharing
there will never be an ending;
Fallacy and the truth combined,
curious how we were designed;
Travel once on a haunted train.
THEY WISHED SOMETHING SPECIAL
SOMETHING PEOPLE WOULD WANT
OVER AND OVER AGAIN.
nOT A FANTASY, OR A FALLACY DONE
TO APPEAZE THOSE WHO ARE INVOLVED.
NO: THEY SOUGHT TO eNTERTAIN,
AND
THOSE WHO WANTED TO SEE THIS ENTERTAINMENT
WOULD SUCCUMB TO "THE WAY THINGS ARE DONE!"
OUTSIDE OF PRIDE: BEYOND THE MYTH'S AND STORIES.
BEYOND COMPANY COMPETITION. THE PRIDE OF BEING
MAKES THOSE WHO BELIEVE, THAT WHAT IS RIGHT
WILL NEVER BE WRONG OR OUTDATED!
THAT IN EACH MOMENT THESE WAYS SHALL BE
TRADITIONS DONE OVER AND OVER AGAIN,
IN MANY DIFFERENT WAYS. yOU'LL NEVER
KNOW WHO INVENTED THE CONCEPES OF LOVE,
OR WHEN MODERN DAY ROMANCE WAS CONCEIVED. BEYOND THESE THINGS, AND IN THESE WORDS
FROM PERSON TO PERSON, DONE TO BE SPOKEN OF.
DONE TO BE COMPARED TO. "mIGHT THE WAYS OF MANY
BE THE WAYS OF THESE FEW!"
THAT THESE FEW ARE BEST AT WHAT THEY DO! AND IN THIS BELEIF
I DON'T MIND, PAYING THE PRETTY TICKET FOR ADMMISSIONS!"
When someone lies to me, sometimes it's difficult not to turn and walk away. I think they do it because of one of two reasons. Either they need to feel important, or because they think I'm too stupid to know they're lying."
Nothing irks me more than jerks who are habitual liars
Fibbers whose evil forked tongues I'd extract with pliers
Those who look me square in the eye and keep defying
my skeptical look of askance when I think they're lying
If I could bag lies, fake alibis and bull crap I am fed
I would be spreading that fertilizer in my garden bed,
aware that manure helps flowers bloom all year long
But the stench of bull crap would be much too strong
Liars can't be believed, even when speaking the truth
I find it distasteful, malicious, abhorrent and uncouth
They insult my intelligence, and I find it very repulsive
but to those who tell lies, it's irrepressibly compulsive
They keep trying their damnable best to get me to believe
that a ruse is the truth, but with malcontent they deceive
It's a fault of mendacious fabulists and cunning scams
With falsehoods they'd shave the wool of innocent lambs
No pearls I cast before such swine, who wallow in muck
Caught in webs they've woven, in quicksand, they're stuck
Liars move deeper into darkness with each fallacy they spin
Their recurrent falsehoods are bull crap, and will do them in
Woe to liars when their deceitful fabrications are exposed
Until the truth they admit, my door to them will be closed
Deceptions are forgiven if they are repentant and confess
But I'm not naive enough to keep falling for their load of BS
December 24, 2021
King-Size Bull Crap Contest
Sponsored by Charlie Messina
There’s no spirituality in religion
as there’s no religion in spirituality,
One is religiously unspiritual
The other, spiritually unreligious!
The gods of man’s many religions
are not the God of spirituality,
One is the fallacy of the mind
The other
is the understanding of consciousness;
One exerts utmost influence, in spite of
its indisputable lack of authentication,
The other,
addresses our sense of rectitude
which alone can help us see the truth;
One is sought outside of oneself
The other dwells within one’s self.
The gods of man’s religions are ephemeral
bounded by the mechanics of one’s conviction,
one’s own perception, prejudices
and are based on illogical contentions,
fed on a daily diet of rites and rituals
fantastic myths and bombastic lies.
Religion is designed by man and is beset
with fear, greed, lust, guilt, and is self-serving,
Over-run by power and selfishness
akin to any system of tyranny, repression,
totalitarianism, despotism and absolute rule.
God of spirituality is universal—
Omnipotent, Omniscient and Omnipresent.
When you can see God everywhere,
In the magnificent sunrises and sunsets,
In the majestic mountains and the serene valleys,
In the soul-stirring seas, and the awe-inspiring heavens
In man’s loves and noble achievements,
Why do we need to be told what to believe?
How to live our lives?
Or what happen to us after we die?
With our intuitive thinking, call it commonsense,
We all can attain the truth and wisdom of living.
~05/20/21
~Contest: Religion or Spirituality
~Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Sometimes, I feel like a running brook and in midstream there is a boulder, that I am forced to flow around, yet I know the true force of the current that keeps me flowing and it is inevitable of serenity.
Even now while in my wintry solstice there is still a desire for God's brilliant and reviving idiom and metaphors with great intensity.
Under his illuminating wisdom, there is no fallacy in his true and perfect order, for God is the roaring seas, the bright and enormous galaxies, and the winds that move greatly in rushing degrees or moves like a sobering breeze.
His Holy words illuminate my soul and though I am not at all comely, I cling to his words as if I was a Mandevilla vine and, I am delightfully appease.
His words remain in my thoughts each day and strengthen my steps through shameless debauchery and I am diligent in my pursuit on the road to righteousness.
As I spar with trials and tribulations, I feel his closeness.
Regardless of how narrow my path darkens, his candle shines brightly upon my head.
I fear not my trespasser, and I have no hunger for other philosophical system with proposed wisdom, for my soul is not empty but is filled with his holy bread.
A fact and a fallacy,
Our observable reality.
A space shared by so many,
Exploring and forming its identity.
Through thoughts from you and me,
Comparing, preparing collectively.
Inner worlds act reflectively,
Creating what you see.
Acting as the entity,
Carrying you to me.
To my destiny,
To the rest of me.
The best of me,
Who I truly see.
A symphony to the Galaxy,
One entity separately.
All creating energy,
Finding balance in harmony.
Disarming negativity,
With heightened sensitivity.
We start shifting collectively,
Perceptively.
Our Perspective equally,
On being the change We wish to see.
Living respectively,
Spreading positivity.
Reflecting a reality you wish to see,
Without labels or scarcity.
A lazy beach receptively wakes
those tiny tumbling particles that
its thresholds sense the e'er so oft'
breaths mildly entertaining effortless
pleasures beneath the sober September
Moon, soaked and awash sorting fantasies
while the tenacity of starry glimpses envious
notably sparkled glimmers afar be unanswered
messages that they are, fated fall a stardust trail.
As Apollo takes aim and ambition lights a spears
tipped javelin targeting the startled crowd void
exits own Colosseum looks at super splendid
Moonbeams faint away the pretty delicates
hover Cherubs as in-flight unlike in might
childlike in height, mar deceptive fallacy till
rivals guard down, counting their heartbeats
descent threat bears no concern to His throne
lest proximity and His presence garner watching
While
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perpetuate
the
nighttime
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envy.
intangible
expectant
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v melodious
the
Wondrous beyond romantic ecstasy…
that was my Mom’s sweet savor of first kiss
sealed with warm caress of celestial bliss
oh, sublime love*, devoid of fallacy.
With such reigning joyous reminiscence
she kissed my Sis, ready for wedding vow
thanking the Lord for granting wise know-how
for home built by faithful kiss of trust sense.
Raised in family of kisses and hugs
amidst generous affection's gesture
I've learned to reach-out with kindness venture
as care giver who showers kiss, sans shrugs**.
*Jude 1:21 Keep yourselves in the love of God, looking for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ unto eternal life.
August 29, 2021
**Third stanza added on September 13, 2021.
2nd place, '' 'K' Contest, New or Old"
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 9/14/2021.
The temperature is changing
Rains become a common event
On a morning’s day fog
Where the cool clouds accent
Collecting peat for the fire
A hearth built on November’s eve
Scratch the flint stones quickly
To start the blaze of unity
Add some twigs and dry grass
Throw in your problems too
Set aside your fadhbanna
Keep your focus on good days through
Peer across the room for her visage
Connect those suns in the galaxy
Pledge one’s hand across the room
Meeting a woman who speaks sweet fallacy
Welcome her gaze in the dance
A frolic around the pyre
Touching souls we stared at lovingly
No words, just pure desire
Embraces and side glances
Twirls, treble, and side steps
Jigs, clicks, and arches
Brought the two of us to depths
We sat down at the table
Grabbed a piece of Bairin Breac
She searched for a gorgeous ring
As I just enjoyed the cake
We laughed and shared this moment
Gazing into eternity
Caried the plate outside
A treat provided to Aos Sí
The empty chair beside me
A plate for aunt Áine
Rest my Gaelic god mum
Along the banks of Shannon’s lane
A tear fell down my face
As her hand reached and wiped away
She pulled me to the hatch
And pushed the door astray
We walked amid the turnips
Skeleton men welcoming family
Guarding against the Sluagh
Closed the west windows with strategy
As the ember glitter failed
The quiet hours near end
I peered across the table
My múirnín stills transcends