Long White lies Poems

His glowing golden eyes glistened with a comprehension beyond the mortal condition

A well-toned, tall, and tanned man, who most, not all, would call handsome

A brightly bleached stalactite overbite gleaned between the mean features of an...

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The Pictish Faeries
by Michael R. Burch

Smaller and darker
than their closest kin,
the faeries learned only too well
never to dwell
close to the villages of larger men. 

Only to dance in the starlight
when the moon was full
and men...

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Galactic Strings or Void of Space?

A poem’s akin to a necklace, one fashioned
of water-worn pebbles (from rarest of realms),
stone cold truths tumble-polished, love’s chord weaves together.
Do fossilized beads left behind in Life’s wake
spark faint hint...

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I tried to beat the clock as I run forward…
I tried to dry my tears and be less awkward
I still have a tiny bit of pride in me fortunately
I will survive society's labels of predictable...

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Remember I know you,
you're not innocent,
you're not returning back to innocence.

Even with dirt on your hands,
a bad seed doesn't grow anything,
a rotten tomato will never be eaten.

No one ever,
believes in little white lies,
no matter how...

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"Truth are not from the valley of the shadow of death ... Lilith, like all mythological entities, are humanity's creation, to explain--what they cannot," ... by The Poet

Hawaii Nei, bidst Aloha, inoa Pelekane ke'o ke'o,...

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"Another Better World"


These little sins 
you smoothly skip across the waters of fairweather lives 
like darkness hidden underneath deadly white lies,
like throwing pebbles casually across The Lake of Tears
that reflect rippling rings rapidly racing outwards...

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Being an empath has its ups and downs…
Being an empath has its smiles and frowns…
I just know when people are talking behind my back…I am but a horribly lonesome shack
It’s sad that family and friends...

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"Be one to understand this, it cannot be by gist alone, for it starts through many doors via the following poems/stories, be what may will be your choice. Start, end, middle, or what draws you,...

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Starched tears stream, crust
over like a spoiled sweet on 
pink cheeks, flushed,
from suffocated time,
gasping for air,
I shatter at his words like brittle rust,
crushed to dust, 
mind meek.

Fifth time this week.
Shallow breaths to Karma Police,
struggle to...

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Stay with me for a while
Run the extra...extra mile
Feelin' myself, getting anxious and calm,
My most delicious smelling balm
You are my aroma 
When I was in a coma
Dreamt of you long ago
Your light shines aglow
You should...

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I'm independent
I'm inappropriate 
Eating potaters...
Eatin' its fiber flavors
I made a difference in someone's life...
I'm like a Cub - I can get you out and about - 
I'm like a bat - so mysterious and discreet
I'm...

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5/6/24

I got to grind
All the time
In order to rise
As it coincides and goes with time
An ode that's signed
With an open mind
Looking at it from both sides 
Otherwise
I'll just nosedive 
If I fuss and whine
When there's...

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Q:  Besides the pre-wrath rapture, the mid-point rapture and the post tribulation
      rapture what are some other deceptions being used by the enemy also?

A:  "You can live any...

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Hair gets grey, withers he but seldom wise 
To know why nothing thrills him more than lies, 
Why man’s pen portrays obscure truths in grey, 
Why his mind’s chisel carves out misty clout 
So grotesque...

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TO WIN A HEART
To win a heart you must be true.
Integrity, should you win let it be part of you.
You'll find no need for compromise,
True love, is not ever in disguise.
it's in the eyes, true...

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They say the eyes are supposed to be the windows to the soul.
That thought often makes me shutter 
because they can become blinded by small, flip folding
white lies created by a stranger and it allows...

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"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."
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Telling "White Lies"

My mother got born November
thirteenth, nineteen hundred thirty five
within poverty stricken household
of Canarsie, Brooklyn, the youngest
(most mollycoddled) of four siblings,
experienced grinding poverty, no
matter maternal grandfather (Moishe
Kuritsky), a tailor he lacked drive
(and felt neutral...

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Why?

Your pain,
Flushed down on me like rain. 

Why did I fall in love,
Why make me soar in the sky above?

Only to break me like a toy,
I guess this was only a ploy. 

I don’t know...

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In the basement of our house
Was a workshop 
Of gray tools 
And the smell of 3-in-1 oil
There under the steady glare
Of florescent lighting
My father
Worked.

Whenever he called me downstairs
It was to talk 
About something important
Or a...

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How could you be so chaste 
leaving me by myself to waste
Letting me rot away inside 
like some hidden away lie
White lies black truths 
Closed mouth
	Ears
Eyes
To the injustice of a life taken away by the...

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If I had lied like everyone else who achieved their goal,
I could have spared myself an useless headache,
and it seems late to realize that my honesty caused a mess!
There was a table for two sweethearts
in...

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Telling "White Lies"

My mother got born November
thirteenth, nineteen hundred thirty five
within poverty stricken household
of Canarsie, Brooklyn, the youngest
(most mollycoddled) of four siblings,

experienced grinding poverty, no
matter maternal grandfather (Moishe
Kuritsky), a tailor he lacked drive
to support his...

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“Addictive”
BY: Tyner Twine
  
"Translate and you shall see." 

 Without an ounce of regret and pain
we parted ways in this city
Love is nothing but the winds behind our backs
and the long and winding road...

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