Trust is number one
With and in anything
When you break
That trust, who's
Going to believe
Anything you say
NO ONE!
He asked me to kiss him today like he usually did….
Dabbing my back like an impatient kid needing the loo
I tiredly turned slowly to his usually soft forehead kiss….
… but today his lips tasted like mistrust.
The kind layered in smirks of betrayal
Mucus sounds and other disgusting visuals
for his twisted amusement...
zero tolerance
for stupidity
yet here I am
putting up
with your
shenanigans
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
The greatest snakes is not in the woods,
Rather, it lives in the family
Or in the circle of friends.
In this life, whether in work,
Family, feelings or friends
Honesty is still the best policy.
Those who are not tried in the fire,
Are worth not for gold but a metal
They become Judas, Ananias and Sapphira.
The love of money always betray trust,
It compels to do the heinous crime
Of abusing public trust and always tell lies.
In an Instant
A towering temple of trust
Is not built in a day, in an instant
But spans over years and years;
From laying of its base of sincerity
To its inner shrine of beauty
It is wrapped with the cement of honesty
Sprinkled with water of love and care
Mixed with rock sand of confidence
Sealed with iron bars of resistance
And set with the bricks of pertinence.
Yet, the temple crumbles in an instant,
Its towers turn to heaps of dust
And its shrine is reduced to ashes
With the venom of mistrust,
With the spleen of treacherous acts
That shake the very base of confidence,
Like earthquakes that smash down palaces,
Like the shot of heavy missiles
That ravage all on their way
In a moment, in an instant.
Mistrust is like a thorn
Fiercing deep into the skull
It's like adding salt to the burn
Excruciating beyond pain appall
Akin to disloyalty and treachery
Mistrust is misgiving not careful
Towards a downtrodden bribery
Misgiving against success is painful
This is crisis in attitude and morality
Without following rule and its sanctity.
How can I trust you again?
You took my love for granted
You thought you saw something better
And ran off when the chance came
You’re vile lies
Slip through your soft lips
Your smile tries to bring me peace
But the words you say torment me
Is it right for me
To give you another chance
Is it wrong for me
To try and rebuild what we had
You faked your love before
How will I know it’s real?
Are you faking passion with poison
Will I succumb to it when it’s too late?
You’re telling me all these lies
Wrapped with golden truths
I know you loved me at some point
But I know it wasn’t enough to keep you
Are you here to be my companion?
Or
Are you here for my compassion?
In foggy winter of mistrust,
To warm up heart in hope of sun,
To dry my nagging doubts to dust,
Scorch misunderstandings in June,
I waited with hope till undone.
And yet, not else I could but hope
For my long chilling heart to thaw,
Cajole it, give it a long rope,
Wait for a warmer tomorrow,
Or just to my thankless fate bow.
_____________________________
Quintain |07.01.2024|sun, hope
believe
loyal, truly
trusting, reassuring, promising
expect, imagine, hesitate, suspicion
suspecting, questioning, disbelieving
wary, cynical
doubt
Dazzling Dizzy Diamante Poetry Contest
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August 8, 2022
As the leaders begin their power stride
A communion of separate opinions is established
Through sacrificial disgust, the sense of mistrust blossoms
Weariness of our commander, promotes our nationwide slander
Blazing off the political grease which clogs our arteries of need
Through the desire of greed, we all are victims of the lies
Misguided by the flapping flag
Once unison can be repaved, we will no longer be enslaved
For the country is led by more than just one
Do not be careless
don't act as to forget
for this would be perilous
we would be sure to regret
our memories are beloved
don't let this to neglect
for you are not unloved
the two of us connect
till all is not forgotten
in this vision that is real
for both of us misbegotten
truth seeks out what we feel
so be careful with this amore
don't push it all aside
for we shall not dishonor
if we allow hearts to collide
How deep the stings that make men mistrust Love,
And women fly from comforts that Love brings,
And deeper is the poison in poisoned rings
That longing hearts refuse the thinking of.
There is no other station that can wound
As deeply, or as surely, as Love stabs
No other hook grabs deeply as Love grabs
And no lute, more than Love, as finely tuned
Can make my music sob, vibrate the strings
Of all the lutes that ever were, will be
With consonances. O! That I could Thee
Awaken, to the joys that Sweet Love brings.
But you would rather have than me, I think,
Brown eyes, brown hair, a Handsome with a wink!
Try to do good
Smile. Be nice
When asked for a favor
Don't have to think twice
I 'm charitable, generous
Believe that kindness is key
Trust good karma is cyclical
It'll come back to me
But disillusion and pain
Is all I get in return
Lies and backstabbing
Somehow tables get turned
I'm portrayed as a villain
That I am to blame
For all your misfortune
It's part of your game
You play on my sympathies
Take advantage of me
Then twist and manipulate
Rewrite history
You are the reason I can't trust a soul
Why I hide in the darkness
I'm always alone
I'm tired with hurting
Done being played
Lost faith in everyone
Always feeling betrayed
But you are the farmer
You watered this seed
No good deed goes unpunished
You did this to me
My words depart as I try
To explain these happenings
Mistrust has poke its ugly head
And is dragging my family apart
Husband against wife
Mother against daughter
Brother against sister
We all are pointing blaming fingers at bloodline
Burning our eyes with hatred
With no prophecy of it ever ending
I’m on a cross road not knowing where to look
Lost in flying words
Words thrown out of anger
Mouth felled with sour love and sweet hatred
Eyes swollen with pain and anger
Face deformed with fold marks
Decedent’s of Cain we have become
Investigating each other
And forgetting to be each other’s keeper
Stretching leg at a moving brother
Folding arms at a falling him
We all are masters in our own worlds
A lone wolf we have become
So I sought to find a solution
To close Pandora’s box
And seek the paradise that is long lost
I hope to find remedy to end a family heritage
The only treasure that we have.
The screaming, the yelling, the kicking, the clawing.
All because he did not get his own way.
He did yesterday and all was fine.
This is the first day of kindergarten. He cannot be the ruler here
The hollering, the shrieking, the smacking, the ridiculousness.
High drama today because his mother says he does not have to listen to us.
We are picking on him.
We are against him.
We are the bad people.
No amount of coaxing, smiling, or understanding can help him.
Because Mama said…
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