Long Falsehood Poems
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The loudest voice is not the wisest sound,
The tallest crown may hide the weakest ground.
A smiling face may sell a poisoned kiss,
For power often profits through abyss.
The dice are loaded long before they're thrown;
The harvest claimed was seldom fully sown.
The fox wears silk, the lion bears the blame,
While truth is sacrificed to feed the game.
Yet storms don't reign forever in the sky;
The strongest towers still decay and die.
Though falsehood wears a robe of bright renown,
Time strips the robe and tears the idol down.
So seek not thrones by trading soul for gain;
No borrowed crown is worth a lasting stain.
For power fades like shadows at the fall,
But truth outlives the rise and fall of all.
Happiness is
I this what I wanted, writing for no one in particular
a few readers here and a few readers there
happiness is in what I cannot grasp.
I'm thankful for not becoming what I wanted to be
a falsehood, I tell myself, not being a painter
of Algarvian nature, not being the talk of the town
an easy person to talk to, invited to posh parties
I had a cafe, spent most of my time in the kitchen
hiding away from people
In Chester, I trained as an actor
but never entered the stage
ran away to the sea, which turned out to be my
luck met a beautiful girl in Honduras
Had I not fled, I would never have met this girl,
who lives in my memory, the acting dream was an introverted fantasy
The girl is a jewel in my cashless memory bank
Discontent has much going for it contentment means to be satisfied and not wanting more
Sweet is my melancholy has sustained and
kept my restless soul to look under stones and
find what I'm looking for, perhaps over the next
mountain, near a lake where undead anglers
float in silky silt.
I will steal their boat to where the river ends
and see my fame glow in colored light
for no reason at all, I will sing Jerusalem
will I then be happy or wish I were a painter
Lord's prayer Matt6:9,10
Jesus taught us to pray, what to say to God, His Father, Our Father.
Oft repeated rarely understood words that put
His Fathers name first, to be sanctified made holy.
Isaiah43:10 he declares that he has his witnesses
that declare his wonderful name Jehovah, through all the earth.
"Let your kingdom come, your will be done on earth as it is in heaven".
What a wonderful hope that by means of God's kingdom, a real government,
(see Daniel2:44) that the earth can be a paradise, again, with conditions, like heaven, when Jesus begins his 1000 year rule over the earth Revelation20:6.
Understanding the two hopes or destinies of the faithful has help me to understand so much more, of how life will be when paradise on earth is restored, and we can witness the resurrection of our dear loved ones back to life on earth.
Even Jesus described the two destinies Matt5:3 Spiritual persons will inherit the
heavenly kingdom, Matt5:5 meek shall inherit the earth mirroring Psalm37:29
What a blessing understanding what has been misunderstood and repeated for almost two thousand years.
Jesus did say the "truth will set you free"John8:32.Knowing and understanding
God's love, as revealed in his Word I do feel free, free from desperation, free from ignorance, free from falsehood, free from the Devils lies.
I look forward to the time when the Kingdom will come and God's will, will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
John Derek Hamilton
December 26, 2015
Author Dana Redricks
November 10, 2023
In shadows cast by doubts and fears,
A heart feels unworthy, shedding tears.
But beware the web of deception's art,
For truth and lies entwine, tearing us apart.
The notion of feeling unloved, my friend,
Can be a mirage, a wicked trend.
For love's pure essence, it does exist,
Yet disguised sometimes, in a deceptive twist.
Like whispers in the night, lies may creep,
A cunning game, secrets they keep.
But truth, though masked, cannot be contained,
Its flickering light shall always remain.
Behind each falsehood, a fragment of truth,
A treacherous dance, a delicate sleuth.
But strength lies in deciphering the real,
To seek the truth, to truly heal.
Yet, let us not be consumed by despair,
For love's embrace, it's always there.
Though deception weaves its intricate design,
Love's power transcends, it will always shine.
So, my friend, when feeling unworthy's sting,
Remember, love's grace can truly bring
Redemption from falseness, a guiding light,
To banish deception, and make things right.
Boyhood was a one-night stand,
So brief and unforgettable,
Full of dreams,
Sweet —like a rooftop party,
Wild and loud,
When the world several feet below,
Full of envy, shouted at us,
“Come down quickly!
Quick!”
Boyhood charmed me and
Did not harm me
It was a different time,
A different boy-game
All was different
Including the falsehood of the time
Fibs were crammed with the essence of joy.
Mawkish, they strengthened the walls of
Defence, by pulse or by slush —
One gave way for the other to flourish.
And I saw things the way they truly were,
Either red or white;
Nothing like reddish-white
Or whitish-red.
Just red or white.
Plain.
Pure and simple.
I didn’t mix colours except when I was painting
With brush and colours on drawing paper
White with the innocence of dawn
Watercolour streamed with tears
Genuinely shed with common bliss.
Our loudest poem was Twinkle,
Twinkle, Little Star
I’ve never ceased to wonder how they twinkled
In the dull eyes of dinosaurs!
And there was Humpty Dumpty,
Our dear friend.
Santa or Father Christmas,
Called and addressed according to your own side of
The pond, possessed the redness that charmed us
And the whiteness that froze us with ecstasy
And with the dynamism of Sunday school songs
Oh, his beard! Mammatus clouds so full and rolling!
The outlines of trees back then resembled the clusters of
Overgrown clouds laughing their senses off
Above us foolish little masquerades
A scene of a flowering act.
With our eyes we saw it all
Just like the television series we saw —
They all made sense —from Gunsmoke to
Bonanza and Hawaii-50
We saw all with grey, tiny eyes on grainy television
Screens, elevated boxes of palatial balls
Those days smelled differently —
With the fragrance of natural love
And the beats of honourable music
And we scribbled figures of maths on
Each other’s back, symbols of agricultural tools.
Oh, the arrangements of the planets,
Beginning with Earth,
Our darling Earth,
Since charity must commence at home.
Politics was far from us
So was double entendre . . .
A one-off incident,
Boyhood is a museum —
You take nothing with you while
Exiting it.
I drive back to it only on the reference gear.
An abundance of mimicked truth yet oozing falsehood
Leaving a dubious ironic emotional attitude
Simulating a true person’s being hypocritical
Showed as a soul-less insanely monstrous criminal
Recognizing ambiguity painted in your unique brilliant colors
No matter how you curve it, your words still weigh like anchors
Cunning are your sneaky attempts at a vagueness
The are of your game is far from being stated as genius
The illusion of your meaning is not being judged
It’s the meaning of that illusion I won’t begrudge
Twisting your morbid stories into enigmatic fables
Trying to paint yourself as the innocent of all angels
Conforming naive minds into perceiving what isn’t right
Leaving one to believe it’s themself that they fight
Perplexed a complex thought allowing deceit
Fueling the tellers ever hunger of feeding their conceit
Yet I do not pass judgement, you bring about that result
The perceived illusion you brought it’s your fault
Allowing the multi talent of twisting words to your end
The vagueness in saying a lot by saying nothing, letting no one in
Famished and flagging footsoldiers;
formerly fitters and farmers.
Facing fatigue, fitful fever,
faeces and foul, foetid fungi.
Fostering feelings, frustrated,
for this faraway, foreign field.
Forsaking fissures and furrows,
forced forwards with fleetness of foot.
Firearms flash and fragments fly far,
feigning the firmament aflame.
Fighting so fierce and ferocious,
fratricide set free on this field.
Fuelled by freedom, nay, falsehood;
for their fellows and friends, foremost.
Forays so fraught with fine failure,
fatally fettered from the first.
Forged by such fatuous fawners,
focus firmly fixed on this field.
Forfeiting furtive and fiendish,
fulfilment was falsely forecast.
Fate flexes her fickle fingers,
future’s foretold and foreshadowed.
Faustian favours forthcoming,
for folly to feud for a field.
Families of fine forefathers,
fought fiercely, for fear we’d forget.
Forthright and filial feelings,
forgo fun and frivolity.
Familiar flora forms focus,
for the fallen in Flanders Field.
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8 syallables on every line (www.howmanysyllables.com)
November 2018
(This is my original / extended version)
I wanted to do something special - and a bit different - to mark the centenary of the end of The Great War (11 November 1918). This poem is dedicated to all the brave souls lost defending freedom during that terrible conflict (and all conflicts since).
I am dead, and gone to rest in heavens.
Gone to where people that Cheeriest me lives,
Why are you worried about me now?
I lived only in the eyes, you used to see me; not in your heart.
Dying from your midst, and living in my heavens,
makes me happier.
Until souls knows that I came for them, offered myself priceless.
The earth, and the people therein never wants me to dwell much longer on earth.
Truth, come back, come back, Truth.
Your absence makes people disregard the Supreme being.
The day you chose lies, and false living, you killed me.
I am dead in your heart. I am dead in your appearance. I am dead in your home.
I prefer death than to live, and to see you killing me from all hearts on the earth.
Weep not for me but for yourself;
the false; lies you chose, and loved; than me. Soon, whip you hard.
You never valued, and loved me; but I do.
Truth, the day you died, the earth dies. Your followers are yelling for your return.
To stop evil from living in our hearts.
Who will ascend into the hill top of happiness?
Or who will pay the price for my return to the earth?
The faithful tell lies, live a falsehood life;
Those who have a clean hand and a pure heart; will ascend into the hill top, and
they shall find happiness.
I am dead in all flesh, I am dead in thinking; I am dead both in your body, and your spirit.
Nobody think about my existence, but their falsehood life.
You can ignore me, kill me, and treat me as you would like;
Of what use is Truth to you? When your heart is blind and unwilling to accept me.
You all shall meet me on judgement seat.
There, I will introduce myself.
You are the ones who gave me life, Mom, Dad
You are the ones who held my very first steps
You are the ones who lifted me each time I fell
You were my entire world
One word changed everything
A stranger's claim became the truth there
No one listened to my silence
No one saw my tears
I never ran away, not once
I never bowed my head to shame
I never pleaded to tell my truth
I simply let time be the answer
Even today, your place remains unchanged
My respect for you has never lessened
Yet the trust that was broken
Still lives inside my heart as a wound
May truth reach home one day
May the shadow of falsehood step aside
May I become your son once more
May love never lose — not ever
April 1 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Samuel 21-24
Key Verse – 1Samuel 21:7 Now a certain man of the servants of Saul was there that day, detained before the LORD…
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO GIVES US
FREEDOM EVEN WHEN DETAINED BEFORE HIM
Praise be to God for giving us freedom
even when we are detained before Him:
Resting in His help
Reproved for our haughtiness
Redirected with heavenly hope
Restored toward humility’s honour
Renewed for healthy and happy helping
1Samuel 22:10 Praise be to the Lord Who gives us
answers as we enquire from Him for His:
Counsel that smites fear and fantasies
Charge that shuts falsities and follies
Commands that slay futility of fright
Correction that stops falsehood and fallacies
Courage that strengthens faith and faithfulness
1Samuel 23:21 Praise be to the Saviour Who
has compassion on us in:
Dealing with those who are secretly practicing mischief
Delivering up the needy from sin-oppression
Directing the believers to escape from Satan’s strongholds
Defending the weak brethren against false teachings
Dwelling with fellow Christians with His love
1Samuel 24:6 Praise be to the Almighty Who instructs us to
respect His anointed whom He has:
Chosen to be His servants by His grace
Called to be His soldiers for His glory
Cleansed to be His stewards by His guidance
Compelled to be settled upon His governance
Consecrated to be strong along His greatness. Amen!
April 1, 2024