Long Honesty Poems
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Heroes aren't only those who die for a right cause
or for others; not as recognized as themselves,
some seem much stronger than they, who have many friends,
having a certain fortitude to withstand pain, loneliness or loss.
My realization came too late: mum was one of them struggling with life,
holding out her feeble hands to pour out more love, and despite
her acute suffering, she wouldn't stop giving or worrying for us...
her life was almost done and her final reward was certainly Paradise.
If Man was made in God's likeness in heart and mind, surely
I was made in her image: very mellow and refined;
I wouldn't be who I am today...thinking quickly and act deligently,
if she hadn't tought me how friendship and honesty should be utilized!
No, my mom didn't stress on pride, wealth and fame;
to her these things were a destructive fool's game...
she put her emphasis on humbleness, kindness and love,
and her fortitude is the very strength I lean on!
Behind the eyes some will despise.
The truth you will not see.
Some think that it's a wise disguise.
But not if you ask me.
For how can we find love at all.
If no one knows what's right.
The heart needs honesty to fall.
And clarity of sight.
You look someone straight in the eye.
To find a friend or foe.
And hopefully before you die.
You find some one you know.
Contrived contrition won't dry your tears.
When false ambition fills up your years.
The light behind those mirrors of soul.
Will dim from lies that take their toll.
For the eccentricize my eyes contest. Maybe I should have titled this Unwise Disguise. But I didn't. :)
they build themselves now
out of mirrors.
chrome-spined apostles
with teeth whitened
like cemetery gates.
they speak in blue-lit sermons,
thumbs flickering over glass,
manufacturing love
the way factories once made bullets.
every photograph
another prayer to themselves.
they call it branding.
I call it standing naked
in the middle of a freeway
begging strangers
to describe your soul.
the old drunks at least
had honesty.
they knew the bottle
was a bottle.
these new saints
sip themselves instead—
small poisoned doses
every hour
until the face in the screen
becomes more real
than the one rotting quietly
behind the eyes.
and God help you
if you stop watching yourself.
because silence
is the one room
they cannot redecorate.
I saw a girl crying once
while taking photographs
of herself crying.
that was it.
the whole century
balanced perfectly
inside one human moment.
outside,
a dog limped through rain
without an audience,
without applause,
without needing
to become
a monument to itself.
to its own suffering.
the dog
was holier than all of us.
MY PHILOSOPHY
My Philosophy is based on morality.
showing honesty as prime quality
on journey of my life
Moral values of life go universal,
do not alter race wise,
neither country wise
nor religion wise
stiff and strong like a knife.
My values of life depicts love, integrity
truth being the priority, above all, humanity
sharp and keen like a knife.
My Philosophy kills evils and devils
overcoming all lies ,crooked cruelty cries
pierced by moral knife.
Moral values of life
accepted by mankind ever remained same kind
being as shinning as a knife.
Philosophy of my life
teaches truth as absolute.
Lies can never dilute
nor sins or crime to pollute.
My introspection guides my activity
honoring humanity,
showing true philosophy
in every step of life.
02/ 11/ 21
My Significant 2021 Poem
Third Place
Contest by Beata Agustin
The Spin Game
or
Thumbing the Scale
Thoughts for 1/28/2016
Written: by Tom Wright
I’ve dined from both sides of this pancake,
And it’s all about acquiring our desires.
Many are inclined to twist things
In order to gain a competitive advantage;
I’ve been party to many “dog and pony” shows,
And expected to suck it up
Like a hungry Hog slurping from a trough;
On whatever level of life I’ve been found,
The behind the scene politicking had been done.
A board or inner circle had usually decided,
How the vote would go long before it was taken.
That causes me to question, what is transparency?
What is honesty, what is truth?
When casting nay votes it has opened me up to all sorts of criticism.
But never face to face.
Tom
Young harlot is the most honest of all
a fist of coins for a dollop of flesh
more honest than the soil and rain
that turn opera into palettes of cackle
blood blossoms sprouting from grayness.
Some Johns offer flowers or budget cigarettes.
A bouquet of mirrors and cancer-she thinks.
While she nibbles the stems off their souls.
The tongue - her pungent weapon of brevity.
Old harlot is the least honest of all.
Masking a puffy face with budget smiles.
Holding flesh together with time's disintegration.
Flecks of waning stardust minced by gravity.
A ball of yellowing yarn-beneath whirling paws.
When I walk in the dark, I only see
Between the lashes of your veiled eyes
And I take your counsel loyally
As a sick man his pill
‘Cos you are the Strong
I am the Weak
You lead
I follow
But light has come to stay
I will from today walk by the light
You force to my senses
Treacherous teacher!
What do you know about the cupid to teach?
These precious times I spent with you I grieve
For you betrayed my trust
I am bare in your hand
I become like a naked chicken
Exposed to biting cold
Because you’ve known all of me
I offer my heart, a soul mate
To your lonely soul
I offer my creamy milk
Soothing to your thirsty soul
You make me drunk
of your lies as a man
on strong wine
You left me to stagger
and fall. You betrothed
your heart to another
Yet you profess
Your honesty is as bright as the midday sun
But I’ve read in these deceitful eyes of yours
That you have no need of me
You slay my hope
You crush my spirit
You rip my heart asunder
With the sword of a jilt
You wreck my world
You drown my joy
You sear my soul
With the flame of shame
My comfort:
Is it in the mouth alone that you eulogize
Or in the heart, your place of wickedness
Or in your lips that wet my lips
Or in these fingers that caress and revive?
These things that you do behind me
Define your true self and I see it again
You made me sang my song
of hope with the melodies of
emptiness.
You made me sat my heaven
of bliss among my fiends
in the pit of hell
But now, you’ve opened my eyes to see the light
And I’ll henceforth walk straight
And no more in the dark
As daytime runs out, I will feel
the absence of Lucille,
who's going with the leaves
blown away by the winter's breeze!
Loneliness bring me more tears,
because her distance already hurts,
and when the next evening comes...
it won't have a surprise!
The absence of Lucille is
one of my greatest and worst lossess;
her first dream was stronger than
the true love I gave her then!
As daytime runs out, I will feel
the absence of Lucille
who looks for security,
not for sincerity;
I believed she loved
me without pretention,
what has become of her honesty?
Pretty eyes and tender lips,how easily
I fell for your temptation;
beautiful Lucille,why couldn't you stay?
Moans of hers pierce once again the silent night.
Soars on her body put to shame stars alight.
She joins her hands and mumbles, still with faith!
What is inside this body frail, marred; almost a wraith?
What kept her alive over youth wasted in pain,
While hope in these dark gruesome streets, a vain?
Pleasure is abundant for all the lusting sick!
But what uncommon in her yearnings to pick;
Security or self esteem, respect or tenderness…
Another night with another; her plight endless.
Surprisingly this night, things decide to be different;
He talks to her;a shadow in a corner, she listens reverent,
Till the moon fades and dawn breaks through
Haggard curtains of her room shabby, all construe
She is but a helpless who is to live ever a wimp.
By the sunset however, the yellow teeth pimp
With disdain, opens her door and at her he jeers;
A chauffeur driven car, with him, in the yard steers.
Bought she was at the price placed, to forever
Live in her old rich man's home who wants nothing but ever
To be listened to and looked after in all honesty.
She has it all what she wished for; a change of destiny.
She crosses her fingers and looks at the sky,
“Who says God does not listen to our soul’s cry!”
18/07/16
Contest: Denouement
reference to the song
the person depicted
is quite vain,
she worsens when she's
needed to be best
that what is shared is to
be known to the world
listen the strings sound like
crickets....nearer and nearer
they come closer
ranging in pitch, there sounds
arranged to distort the true happenings.
Is he that lovest, the only one in
the woman's life, or is she
deceitful and uncaring
only thinking of her selfish needs,
only to be found and then cornered
that she might regroup her thoughts
and have revenge upon those
who wished not to be actors upon her stage.
might the symbols of punctuation divide
the thoughts those who usest them correctly might gain proper meaning of her words of deceit
she is the whore of devilish doings
a rash upon society
she lacks focus and meaning
and is only tossed about from person to person
because those who use her allow's such to take place
her food is garbage
and her words are trash
she lingers in the indefinite
only to ask
might samples for lovers
be tasted by everyone
than doest thou seek refuge
and speak in thy foulest tongue
stand before me
and allow me to boo
that you are an actress
your words are scripted to
with guitars I hearest you
than only to believe
to fantasize about endeavors
stories people wish to believe
that fictions are you refuge
and thoughts are weighted by doubt
you speak only to those who
don't know you
until they find out what you're about
you speak against those things
that are traditions to most of us
you want what you need
and act it should come from us
but than again you are his lover
might this be said of him to
that you neither can or do it
from your honesty
and what than becomes of you
words spoken of the lover of the oboist, she skipped the first notes in her solo, the songstress spoke these words commenting of the reviews, those in the press saw this as a slap in the face of music.