Short Veritas Poems
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In joint veritas
They said
I’m so agreed
Because why not
I mean
The way
It sounds to me
Or maybe just
because I’m high
26 December 2023
Why we
only needed
tomorrow
and god gave
us an eternity
wondrous gifts
we shall always
adorn the simple
rhythm of life just
a heart beat away
Pursuant to all that's been said
One might think that Trump's world is red
But Trump does not read
So one must concede
That Trump lies like no one who's dead!
In everyday plight
With no sight
of the light
With no sides
that are bright
Deprived of lies
that are white
There would be only one asylum:
Veritas
ad dominandum
Nothing more powerful
than speaking the truth
Pangs of deception
beguile uncouth
Spoken immortal
knighted profound
Today and tomorrow
—veracity crowned
(Dreamsleep: July, 2023)
Truth stays
naïve
As reality
profanes
The price of
fidelity
Unpaid
till inflamed
Truth often
hides
With its head
in the sand
Until forced
into play
A new crisis
— at hand
(The New Room: August, 2024)
Can you see that it’s true,
but not prove what you know
A problem physicists
and philosophers share
Hints all around,
results to confound
As the questions unanswered
—ensnare
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
I’m just a free-range wino on the lam,
A low-rent resident of any circus tent
Accepts me as the reprobate I am.
I don’t speak Texan and I don’t intend to,
But I’ll pretend to be a rodeo clown.
I’ve got a box of bad intentions.
Gonna drink that vino down.
In vino veritas.
Gratia et Veritas
Our conscience bears witness
(in the way thoughts are excused)
Our conscience bears witness
(in the way actions are accused)
Our conscience bears witness
(though inner self bemused)
Our conscience bears witness
(through God’s grace unabused)
—Introspectio, Veritas, Lux—
I turn within to trace my inner streams
Each thought ignites a spark of hidden dreams
The self ignites in veiled radiance
Truth whispers softly through the quiet deep
Eyes inward
Mind alight
Soul stirs
I know
Self
I- Insight without intuition
N-Never to understand
T-Trapping what can’t be caught
E-Endgame to confound
R-Riddle we play with ourselves
E-Earnestly said nothingness
S-Spoken in bewilderment
T-Time and again
I-In our ongoing confusion
N-Never capturing why
G-Gravitas without Veritas
…. Interesting!
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Late at night
Losing all sense of time
Caught in the web's
Ghostly glow
A glimpse of an ad
During a sip of ruby red
A muse was born
(Amusin' illusion)
To tempt the Melpomene in me.
Dionysus let slip the flights of fancy.
A flirtation began.
It was love at first sight
As I drank deep of the Pierian spring
But my love she doth often unrequite.
It passeth all understanding.
I noted the stillness
in your hands, the
casual arc of your shoulders,
a deceitful ease in your voice—
as if the world melted into your anima,
your eyes spoke the nether language
(angelicus anima).
I watched your eyes oscillate,
a tidal wave of light,
gleams of individuation
propagating outward,
devastating all disguises—
quiet fissures in the
careful strata
of us.
in fear in phobias
in terror veritas
I fall into their webs
during the stormy nights
eight-legged freaks
grinning their teeth
staring without moves
at me when I sleep
and I know they will follow
me even tomorrow
and leave me in horror
and I think they will bite
but then I start to like
this kind of dark night rite
-------------------------------------------
*based on a dream*
Thoracic clouds stream
Healthy with motion
In wisps of whipped cream
Slinging dew potion
Lifting flower face
Open to receive
Veritas of grace
Exultant to heave
Wilted decays past
Insolvent in debt
Letting fortune last
Longer than regret
Salvaged from bounties
Across the divide
Valued in counties
Ever to provide
Legacies of truth
In churning reason
Fetching hidden youth
Each passing season.
I've seen a ship in a bottle
and a barque inside a jar
how they got there I've no idea
perhaps a retractable spar
mariners made them
when all at sea
or in the doldrums
averting voyage-long ennui
what it signifies I know not
but there's a punt
in the bottom of mine
maybe an impediment
to catch sediment
when storing
or accommodate
a thumb for pouring
yet it does not improve the wine
"This time alone with you is precious, maid.
Could I but keep the moments sweet with you
from fleeting time’s demand that be not stayed.
All I’d give making veritas less true.
Since I lack power bidding time adieu,
love, I must seize the rose buds e’en what may.
Let me then speak of my heart’s pain anew,
of my constant thoughts tearing each spent day
zounds, into splintered pieces only you can stay.
A mystical illusion
Filled the gaps of time
Transported Innocent Angela to the land where truth resides
Surely a land where fears come to life
Soon the mystery unveils
Melody of a lost piano prevails
Shallow voices against the tainted plane
“Mystery and Fame once relayed ” it claimed
Far beneath the meadows
Within the garden of brass
Lied little Cinderella with her broken shoes of glass
Longing to go from rags to class
In the deepest hole;
My hand raises the soul;
In the darkest night;
My torch bears the light.
In the midst of despair;
My kindness upholds the fair;
In the cruelest sorrow;
My salvation is a better tomorrow.
My name, your refuge;
My love, flowing deluge;
My home, your sanctuary;
My river, single estuary.
I am the way;
The itinerary of everyday;
I am the life;
The passion ending strife;
I am the truth;
The wisdom set forth.
i have been reading the contents
via, printed correspondence
for some time now
and so it was only natural
there’d be a moment
i’d pour, to
sip the promise
when switching from merlot to zinfandel
a tipped glass need not be
shattered into shards
time only knows if; when
the chance will come to
escape to your serenity
and charming ways
visit for an eternity; or
just a few days
so until then;
let us drink a toast
to a marrying of such
savory flavors
I look in the mirror objectively
It haunts
Haunts the soul and respects NOT my dignity
It comes close
But it drives me further away
In vino veritas, they say the truth can drive you sane.
Maybe just
Maybe
We are not alone when we look in the mirror
Our shadows split infinitely, multiplied horror of
Past
Withdrawal kind of fits neatly into my plan
It kills
Kills the need for any attention and respects my dignity
It is far away
But it is getting closer
Requiescate in pace.
Veritas = VAIR-ee-taws
Aequitas = EK-wee-taws
I recently watched the Boondock Saints, and their speech at the Courtroom wrote this poem
for me
Truth
Justice
Veritas
Et Aequitas
Two principles which every one lives by
Now do not kill, do not rape, do not steal
All men and faiths
Can agree
Never
Sin
Evil
Beckons
Those of us
Who do not know
So shepherds we shall be, for thee my Lord
Do not corrupt yourself, for I shall come
If you ignore
My warning
And you
Fall