Trueness Poems | Examples

Pet dog can't be our pet

Planting a seed of deceit to escape the blame,
Even the blind could see the trick in that dance.
Tangled deep in the web of truth-coloured falsehoods,
Dodgy as a broken glass that reflects beauty.
Only the trueness of its heart sees clear the truth~
Giving its forked tongue some time to rue its regret.

Care nor love enough to make a pet dog a pet.
Attention to fakeness won't turn it to truth.
Nothing but pure honesty makes truth a belief~
That deceit has only a few nights of good rest,
Before the truth shatters it into smithereens,
Ensuring lies don’t last beyond dawn’s first crow.

Only truth-coated innuendoes could fool so much,
Unless the ears that hear are clogged with thick wax~
Rolling out deceit as though not meant to deceive;
Pretending it wasn’t intended to sound absurd,
Ensuring that its belief was clouded by lies,
That made a lifeless toy believe it was a pet.

Senryu-Trio - Peace, God's Loyal Love, Foresight

Senryu Trio

     Peaceful
More stresses and strains
Next day filled with Peace Talks
Calms down Mind and Heart


    God's Loyal Love
 Loyal to Trueness
Stickability does count
Tried but True always


   Foresight
Lemons grow with thorns 
Foresight is lemon meringue
Sour will become Sweet



Aqua Marine: 16 January, 2025

Vows and Rings of Love

Vows made in trueness of love
Are exchanged by the two hearts
Neath the heaven’s eyes above.

Rings wrapped around their fingers 
Express that they’re off-limits;
Letting all be reminded.

My Stain Heart- My Spokenword-

My heart covered slush
 I was naked before Him 
And in all my making in this 
He saw before me 
My essence my trueness 
My heart was open unto lewdness

My stain heart

Filthy is my heart 
Yet in Him instilling His virtue
Into me I chose to receive 
That which Is the righteous of Him 
And in my nakedness
 I'm surrounded by His pure virtue 

My stain heart

Covered in my heart sins of thoughts 
As I wash myself thorough 
Within the blood of the Lamb 
His cleansing nature substance me spiritually 
I am not viral exceedingly chasing my sins
Those my sins now are washed away

In my stain heart

 I am craving the righteousness 
The pureness of His heart 
Heart of His Son's spiritual blood flowing through my veins
I am coming forth submerged in the grace 

And mercies of my Lord Jesus 
Through  my naked soul and spirit
 I'm cleanse washed  made whole in the name of Jesus
No longer worn nor bruised my harden heart soften
Tender and pure safe and secure I am renewed
In a new shapen unstained heart~

12/4/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr  2022(c)

Three Little Words

What do they mean?
Three little words so often seen

Thrown around by those who know not, how-to give or show
Like a strong winter storm filled with ice and snow

However a chosen few see the true point they make
Choosing to give infinitely more then they ever take

Looking past the meaninglessness of the sound
To bestow emotions so beautifully profound

The kind of affection that which leaves someone helpless
Rendering empty thoughts totally worthless 

As we spend life trying to pursue this
Those beautiful words become devoted to trueness

I find more so then thereof
This applies to those ones that I love

Counterfeit

Imitation, unauthentic, superficial why? Create
associations and link ups that causes distress  on one another human being for sport  frankly 
Where's  the trueness or loyalty? For gain for this reason Counterfeit,  Betrayed,  unhealed childhood 's traumas. 
Survival  of initiating  fake friendship  is it one's 
goal to distract? And expeditiously  obtain substances for one lack of and approval or others or lack of void of mere beggary.

Hybrid Eyes

Piles of garbage; sounds of carnage they motion
Blurry images of malnourished children
Struggling for breath and bread
They evince; the struggles as we grow
-of how we ourselves are adversaries to our improvement, a hated compliment;
Of our lust for not the future but the moment

In bold they write 
headlines with demeaning adjectives 
that best describe our tribe - negros
A continent taken as just a nation
With a bunch of foolish souls
With primeval irrationality, flagrant corrupt officials: 
Followers of a God that is partial.

What they will never show
Is the hope and courage dancing 
In those malaria eyes
The trueness in our loose ties
They won't write,
Stories of how our crudeness
Made them their goodness
Of us being their reservoir 
A training ground for their geniuses —
Perfect confirmation of their guises.

Will they ever have those eyes?
Those that see us as civilized humans
Minding our own business.

Vero Amore Or So In Love

?To live without love is insane!
I cannot think of greater pain.

A heart full of love simply sings!
Without?  A phone, that  never rings 

A desert where you always thirst.
Where each minute is next than the worst

But if in trueness deep love you  are,
You are so blessed and without a scar.

Life is a  wonderful adventure.
From which you are free of any censor!

It’s  simply a divine intoxication.
And you and your lover, live in a divine nationl


                        9/23/2091

The Carpet Maker

Once in old Persia a Carpet maker,
was known for his unique craft caretaker.
Precisions in velvet landscape,
colors that invite the eye to escape.
Finest stitches that embrace,
artistic craft to everyone’s surprise.
The Carpet master in its poetic sense,
created little flaws as suspense.
Messages in symbolic texture,
to give the art a sense of lecture.
Artistic phenomena observed to see,
for what some ‘seems’, are not to be.
Perfection in the hand of the divine,
human flaws seduced to the same.
Goodness in the frame of trueness,
qualities beyond values that devote us.
The heart of human conspiracies awaken,
free will and circumstance not mistaken.
Phenomena of beauty to receive,
truth and its facts to believe.

Shall I Compare Her To a Crimson Rose

Shall I compare her to a crimson rose?
Her petals glisten in the morning air;
on slender stem, her gentle beauty shows
as bright sun rays are shining through her hair.

Her tender fragrance drifts and fills the room
with scented freshness of a summer's morn;
a lovely blossom and one would assume 
that deep within, her beauty would be borne.

But as I reach to touch her slender stem 
and draw her closer to my yearning heart;
I feel the trueness of this garden gem,
a piercing pain which hidden thorns impart.

. . . How can someone with such beauty be
so diff’rent underneath from what I see?



We must remember that beauty is only skin deep, it’s what is within the
heart that truly matters.

February 10, 2021

Trueness and Nobleness

L-et 
U-plifting 
C-onnotation 
I-mplement 
L-etter's 
L-ikable 
E-xpression 

M-eaningfully 
A-pplying 
Y-early 

D-enotation 
A-s 
N-ame 
A-dvances 
Y-our 
T-rueness 
A-nd 
N-obleness 

Topic: Birthday of Lucille May Y. Danaytan (January 01) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Love In Trueness

O-ccasional
S-tatement
C-reates
A-nnual
R-emembrance
 
&

A-s
M-arriage
O-ccasion's
R-egards

S-weetly
U-se
L-ove
I-n
T-rueness

Topic: Anniversary of Bro. Oscar & Sis. Amor Sulit (May 02) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

My Inner Child and I

My inner child is dancing her truth
Spinning, whirling, twirling,
Showing her trueness

Revering her self-power
Enjoying her goodness
Instilling confidence into her soul level

I am whirling and twirling with her
For we are one right now
My inner child and I, enjoying the day

We have painted, drawn cartoons
Written poetry, and now we are dancing
Later we may play the drums. Not sure yet

We are doing whatever we want
Because we deserve it
My inner child and I.

And the Heart Sings

kiss me and kiss me again.
smother me with your affection.
tell me that you want me.
perhaps on our seventh
breath exchange,
we both will feel
the trueness of each syllable
shouldered by love.

As I See Myself

Looking past the mirror,
My mind's reflection adored a youthful smile seen ;
Your warmth remembers me,
Just the way it used to BE.....

~~~^¿^~~~

I look into the mirror, now in my later years, and I see an image, an illusion of self.
An illusion because of it's temporality. Also because it's not a true reflection of my mind.
I view the image now at over 60 years old, knowing the image can't shoot the jump shot I once did at 16, nor swing the bat I once did in my youth ; but my mind still believes it can.

The adventurer, Ponce de Leon, once journeyed in search of the "Fountain of Youth" in the America's. Little did he know, the true journey is an inner exploration, needing only the proper compass and map to guide one's self.

I love the me in my mind's reflection.
The me that has grown to understand and know,
The me that has gotten closer to my true self, also closer to my God within'.
The me, getting closer to the Likeness and preparing to shed the Image, the illusion,
like the chrysalis, eventually casting off it's old self, and becoming a butterfly.
From the illusion of the Image, too the trueness of the Likeness, 
How truly great it is To BE...

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