Sometimes regret holds me like my first love
So when true love crossroads
I can never picture a cross that rose
For me
I need to fast more
But my pedal only hits the floor
For the wrong doors
Then my knees hit the bottom
Repentance cycles
Feeling like a hamster but
I'm learning to let Jesus take the wheel
Thy kingdom come thy will be done
Sometimes shame is the only one,
that holds me right
His arms still stretched but
I rather stretch the truth
Like you didn't bleed red letters
I keep trying to blot grace
As if I could ever stop the bleeding of sin
As if you didn't see my imperfections and hug them
The tomb isn’t evidence of death but
The seed of hope
Make sure you have a hunger for God
It will bless your spirit
Your spirit feeds the mind
The mind feeds the body
So I will fill my temple with Proverbs
That poem a path for life
A perfect love kissing imperfection
Then when I look in the mirror
I will see transformation from glory to glory
A reflection of the resurrection
He got up so I know nothing can hold me down
Life never gets any easier but there is one who overcame the world
p.s. do you know Him…
A tribute to young daffodils
may grace the poet's page:
new grass, full streams, or nesting larks,
as Spring takes center stage.
To write of faith feels natural
when pondering creation -
to render praise in poetry
with words of exaltation.
When wisdom is attained in life
not cheap or lightly earned,
and life throws shadows on our path,
we share what we have learned.
A little romance warms the heart
to reminisce of youth,
though tales we weave of loves long past
might quaintly stretch the truth.
A word or two of elegy
while contemplating death,
lamenting those we've dearly loved
who've drawn their final breath.
From time to time one must admit
it does the heart some good
to set one's sense of humor free
to lighten up the mood.
Yet other times a sharp protest
upholds the poet's creed
to fight injustice, hatred, war,
or poverty or greed.
The common thread that drives a soul
to take up pen and ink -
is being human to the core:
to love, to feel, to think.
written 29 April 2023
Deception
Written: by Miracle Man
2/26/2021
Without question, being truthful, is always better,
for once we’ve told a falsehood we can’t unfetter.
Some can’t repeat a story without detail changing,
endeavoring to keep our interest, fact rearranging.
Liars generally aren’t sorry for a lie they’ve wrought,
most times they’re just remorseful for getting caught.
Better to confess your ignorance and let the chips fly,
than by digging a deeper hole and perpetuating a lie.
“When you stretch the truth,
watch out for the snapback.”
Bill Copeland
Imperfect
Another run
Around the sun
Turn a card
Risk a pun
Jerk a tear
Twist a plot
Hang a cliff
Connect a dot
Suspend belief
Stretch the truth
Plot a hole
Machine deus
Strain a rhyme
(See above)
Time a nick
Triangle love
Weave a web
Break a heart
Misdirect
License art
Another run
Around the sun
One less year
Yet never done
– Grim
Are you bigger in your absence
than your presence could command
Is your memory that much stronger
than your being when at hand
Does the legend of your fancy
stretch the truth of what you’d done
The imagined and embellished
—a false legacy becomes
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)
Believability and Truthfulness
By Franklin Price
10/6/2018
Believability and Truthfulness
Are often not the same
Politicians, very often,
Think they're only just a name
What happened to those good old days,
When a man's word was his bond?
What could it hurt to stretch the truth
From coast to coast and then beyond?
So far, in this century,
Washington has shown the way
When truth does not produce for them
They try believable to say
Lately that's not working
They've stretched them both until they've popped
It's time to tell the truth again
And this playing games is stopped
If you,ve followed their example,
Lied for your party's hope
You have cursed your reputation
Should have your mouth washed out with soap
I believe the politicians
And the truthful words they say
This stanza writ with fingers crossed
And tongue in cheek today
Sometimes when I write, I tend to stretch the truth.
Same as when I gossip; I've done that since my youth.
It's not so much deliberate, but to tell a story well,
Folks tend to stray from tedious facts to magnify the tale.
This habit's often utilized a bit, I have surmised,
In speeches heard at funerals for loved ones eulogized.
By writers of the news I'd say it ought not be employed.
But “doozies” can be found inside almost any tabloid.
I think, for my defense, especially writing nonsense,
I need to find the place to get my own poetic license.
I pose to you this question- In my practice as a poet,
If I get myself a license then, to whom should I then show it?
for Let 'er rip (the mention of poetic license made me want to do this one!)
Goes too far to stretch the truth,confusion pushes through the room.
Everyone wasn't left upbeat, teary eyes and raging fumes.
Lessons learned , trust lost, and an inability to communicate.
How did you think, but you didn't, so lies begin to accumulate.
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