Transparency Poems

The Prismatic Self

I say the word and feign a Freudian slip
From between its legs duplicities drip
Often doubling as a quip and tasting chalky, just a bit
History will record the troubling truth
that I never existed if I don’t submit

I’ll submit this thing as if it’s a soliloquy
while being transparent with reverse psychology
When transparency is brutal it packs a

Impasse

they say actions speak louder than innuendos
so true and when you speak in riddles
know that your subtleties are lost on me

i'm left not knowing how to feel

so if my responses seem anything but direct
i admit that it is absolutely so
i'm often in a quandry and have no words to say



AP: 3rd place 2025

When Leaders Fail Transparency

I wonder where
Taxed money goes
No project gain.

Raise budget year
No hope where sent
People's face fret.

Paint dismal day
Hard to abroad
But force to be.

Where leaders went
Sheet Bi-cam failed
Blank signs was filled.

transparency

transparency
egg white runs down clear glass bowl....
dew 'pon daylilies     

HOW CAN I PRETEND: PART 2

HOW CAN I PRETEND ? 
PART 2

Pretence is for those who 
round a corner with I did
read that book, she smiles
with her eyes, then escape 
to humour minds or waves  
agonising over shame 
or secrecy or stealth 
calculating cunning 
strategies for recognition 
such nouns or adjectives 
are human language  
defining egoic grids
instead I

HOW CAN I PRETEND : PART 1

HOW CAN I PRETEND ? 
PART 1

How can I pretend when 
flutters across my chest only 
prickle as your thought 
arrives with doubt or hope 
What is hope anyway ?
A flimsy wish built upon 
a matrix I no longer 
attune to as Mantis 
explores my device

How can I pretend when  
staring at a mouldy

Transparency They Said

thousand star-lit sun 
tries to light up the lobby ---
wooden doors, windows...

Emagi Transparency

William Soutar 'TRANSPARENCY '

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Catching Butterflies

The black and orange dust
comes off on my fingers
revealing the fragile mesh
so easily crushed
therefore brave

I was troubled
the color was so loose
so removable to my hand
but even more at the
transparency beneath

Oh, don't go catching butterflies
until you are prepared to see
the underpinning delicate and clear
where there is courage
destructibility and fear

Transparency

Your transparency is like black paint 
Shrouded in silence and deceit 
Hiding in shadows of your own making 
But I see through your dark retreat
You cannot fool me with your lies 
Nor blind me with your fake allure 
Your transparency is like black paint 
But I have the solvent of truth

Transparency

I never want to keep from you
What dwells within my heart—
To never hide my thoughts from you,
And leave you in the dark

I should have never spared your eyes
The anguish felt within my soul,
For fear the pain would be too much,
And break the heart that once was whole

I want to be transparent now,
And open doors that

Beauty Passions

To follow our most transparent Light
To lead the most deeply vulnerable Soul
To accompany Beauty's most trusted Bright

This compassionate communication quest,
like positive psychology's best
and whole open systemic theories
about all our most synergetic rest

Resists negative
prejudicial 
Retributive Judgment
of EgoSelves and EcoOthers

While positively promoting
TransParency
and VulnerAbility.

NonJudgment,
like NonViolence,
feels far weaker
than positive healing communication powers
of ComPassion.

Yet ReStorative CoPassions
do not seem to co-arise
to

Transparency Sunday Book

If you are looking for transparency

Here , here

Unfortunately no sole survivor remains 
alive today able to show us how it's made

Sadly they took both the secret recipe 
and ingredients with them to the grave

Now do you see

That's why in particular when it comes 
to transparency 

Sundays are best left for silent 
contemplation 

For some with

Transparency

Time to remember things go two ways,
reciprocate what I do or stay away;
Always the one that you call on last; 
Never off the edge of your oblivion;
Second always to your shiny new toys;
Picking the dead flowers in your garden; 
Already feeling anger bubbling over 
reacting to you so I hope you listen; 
Easy to miss

Transparency

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