Long Fallacy Poems
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Dare Not Raise My Sight And Ask How And Why
It is my time one other lesson to learn
And see through pain truths that me burn
In life nothing for granted is to gain
To wage wars against kismet is vain
Or think to a life through me I could belong
And own the right to show right from wrong
One other lesson despite what I am of age
To reconsider what I feel and think is sage
So humble to God that I dare not lament and whine
I just have to bow and ask not to be a soul of no spine
Rather able to endure what makes a backbone bend
Not a human of fake strength trying to everything mend
A human.. a woman of super powers.. what a fallacy !
Am of flesh and soul.. how it could be ? Have a mercy !
As a restless river my emotions abruptly flow
When hampered, they inundate unable to slow
With my oversight I failed to God’s grace praise
Abundantly blessed I recall how I was in a daze
Overwhelmed and seized by a heavy heart and many a sigh
I moaned but dare not raise my sight and ask how and why
The reason of mind a language the heart would reprehend
In its pain or rhapsody so blurred to see and comprehend
I pray to God scorching drops of pain dry and wane
Like a land that has to drink and absorb a ravaging rain
May God forgive my frailty His celestial wisdom couldn’t see
And empty my soul from disquiet to find the path of serenity
Nothing is under my control despite what I do and desire
God’s goodness and grace if not perceived the soul is afire
In the tranquility of my poetry my soul I bare and translate
My wounds in words I breathe.. in me what is dark illuminate.
There is a black fire that reigns upon this land
It burns beyond the red and yellow flames
Dead and done to skies of cinder and ash
To choke voices in the dread of darkest hours
We struggle to empower our meaning
While the giving light of hope
Rides on the slope of choice in its bond to truth
And now lays reposed to guide
In the blighted dead of smoke and lies
A living fallacy this madness
Our demise battles with our sullen cries
As our soul's sadness clings
To the countless sacrifice
For equality in the decades of man
With great boundless fading grief
This disempowering shore of insanity
Opens its door with no relief from the exercise of hate
To suffocate liberty
To implore our beliefs with crushing weight
To have us flounder at the shores of possibility
Taking our final breath, our truth and freedom to restore
August 14, 2020
Be Inspired Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
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
The Domed Teapot Movie Team stores
good running electrical engineering supplies for
the apprentice vape tester stationed
for training with other code guy
system connectors near the
erectifying rainbow falls of
Mr. Mojo's Old City
WHEREAS(S)
the Eccentric Frontier Goldmine Foundation State has
discovered a recent reference model indicating that
the Eclectic Ghoul Aid Company has failed the
combined skating/scooter/car/bike and
forest river vehicle acid test (though they
did oddly OVER_perform with
dirty toothbrushes while on
motorcycles)
ALL OF WITCH LEAVES US WITH
an Elected Peach Boutique Box Collection of
shadow games and chic cottage band
energies perfectly suited to the
Enneagram Test Cook's home decor
NUT TO MENTION (MUNCH ON?)
the elliptically concentric doctor of the
Goon Power Kingdom where
mad duke predicament bosses are
obsessed with my contraption wheel
drop way of UNDER_thinking the
biased fallacy of self-data camera
set collectors viewing the erect or
oral bored college process that
involves repairing old farts for
recyling at flea markets.
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
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
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I am smart
And God told me this is how it is
(My smartness enabling me to recognize God)
And so what I say
(Being what God told me)
Then is correct and true
And, perhaps most importantly, unique,
(Because God told me).
And the fact He told my whole tribe at once
(Through the intermediary Moses)
Makes it proven to be true
(Even though there is no other proof).
And this is the ground,
The very Holy Land itself,
I stand upon.
This is all well and good
For forming the basis of a distinct civilization
Unified and bonded on ethnic grounds,
But it doesn’t do so well
In the broader world of many other civilizations,
And tribal bonds,
Each with their own creation myths,
Each equally valid
For explaining what is,
And how it binds the tribe together
And thus apart
From all the rest.
It also doesn’t hold up to rigorous logic
Where the postulate needs more proof
Than the postulated existence
Of said postulate.
What it does do is provide a context
For confidence and solidarity
Within the tribe
And the self of each member.
But again, this is what all selves and tribes have
To some degree or another.
But when the Jews say
They have a special covenant with God,
And with their intellectual skill
Explain it in elaborate detail
Convincing at least themselves,
What they are really doing is merely adding a layer
Onto what simply is
(In their case, so and so people
In such and such place),
And although this intellectual conceptual layer,
Held to be The Truth,
Is distinctly Jewish,
The underlying reality of what is,
Is universal
And so the basis for whatever every other tribe
Thinks about itself, its origins and its world.
In others words, all religions are different
In how this world and life is explained,
But this world and life is the same for each of us
Until we become convinced
The conceptual layer our religion provides
Is true.
And heaven help those
Who disagree…
(4/8/25)
Jolly chances t'turn fickle frowns
Upside from the downward depression of soundless stars
Starved of their beating heart
Durdum thumps thrumming with the du-dum do falleth down
As my farced and fickle faced frown
Shall merely chow
Shall swallow
Shall discover delving downward doom
T'dally days destined t'devour
Food formed from my sickened haze
For i shall swoon to the song of suicidal serendipity
In the very case i were to gain and brew bottomless baths of bile from my two-toned two-finger fallacy
Pacing and purging
And racing
And awaiting the silent serendipity of suicide
And to slip th'seams of self sabotage
So to take this heart f'momentary might
And lower this lease upon my lonely life.
Time shall tie untimely truths to th'other
Upon my final night.
28//9//25
June 25 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 63-68
Key Verse – Psalm 63:1 O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee: my soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is.
FAITH IN GOD WHO FILLS OUR THIRSTY SOULS
God fills our thirsty souls with His sufficiency
Along His pardon of sanctification fervency
For our faith’s increase against emergency
Toward overcoming hypocrisy and fallacy.
God fills our thirsty souls with His comfort from turmoil
Along His peace of spirituality’s oil
For our faith’s strength in distress-spoil
Toward surrendered servanthood’s joyful toil.
God fills our thirsty souls with His graciousness
Along His love so full of kindness
For our faith’s performance to share His goodness
Toward helping others in their heaviness.
God fills our thirsty souls with His security against terror
Along His mercy of patience-ardor
For our faith’s work of fervor
Toward doing best that gives Him honor.
God fills our thirsty souls with His wisdom-package
Along His truth to discern attitude damage
For our faith’s drive with His courage
Toward serving Him for heavenly advantage.
God fills our thirsty souls with His provisions’ generosity
Along His supplies of wondrous bounty
For our faith’s thanksgiving, confronting crisis’ reality
Toward sharing His blessings against selfishness-impurity.
God fills our thirsty souls with His awesome delight
Along His presence against worldliness-blight
For our faith’s inspiration in prayer plight
Toward worshipping Him, walking in His light!
June 25, 2025
"We all move like the waves in the ocean,
Some begin merging to become as one,
Others crashing hard against each other,
While on occasion drifting off alone.
We all feel with our depths in emotions,
Some will wear them on their sleeve to be seen,
While others hide them deep within themselves,
But feelings can often betray the truth.
We all see in our own unique fashion,
Many see the same and regard its truth,
Some can see the unseen but never speak,
Is seeing believing, or fallacy?
With our combined senses, we still fall short,
Only the soul truly knows of our path."
(Ten syllables per line)