Flower Truth Poems

You can burn a book
but not its truth
Flames no match
for time’s reproof

Planted deep
below the lime
Its seeds will flower
— where light to shine

(West Campus: May 6,...

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I woke up from my slumber, just as the Sun I raised up as high as my heart's desires.
 
The horizon wait's for the sun...

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seasons keep m o v i n g 
 and s w i r l i n g
memories keep f l o w i n...

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Always Speak The Truth

Never tell a lie, speak the truth
Don't feel shy, speak the truth

Truth is grace, with shining face
Reflects one's glory, fills personality space

Truth...

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On a clearing morning I awaken,
yesterday’s ruckus subsiding;
corporal tensions having
been slept away, a dove softly
cooing on my window sill
in the flower box having made
a nest...

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Truth, the absolute, and the primordial light,
the supreme celestial creator of the universe,
lasting as the surviving sequins of the remnant radiance, 
the perennial pristine essence...

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J ust. Applied; personal postivity acutely
A s grounded in effort to help humanity
P lacing poseys to alleviate humour
P rosecuting actual effort helpfully
A man among many,...

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Write what you will of feather pen and blackened ink
Yield not your inner sanctuary nor your truth to prevail  

Let the magenta breeze flutter...

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We're known to 
             Waste time coveting 
     ...

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Wisdom, how can I know thee?
Through the pulse of my sensitivity.
Fully encompass me in thy glory.
Reveal to me your whole story.

Hold nothing back in thy...

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“Words speak volumes”
even the few, or the one
when chosen wisely – 

let us not confound
quality with quantity – 

like an honest kiss

on a barren cheek

at...

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A Gemini baby cry                     ...

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Like the first cry of a baby, and the smile of an old man
Like a flower in the desert, reaching up out of the sand
There's...

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At first sight, I miss God,
When I think of my father,
Of the primroses in bloom,
When I feed the blinding sun,
Drying up,  all the rivers.

I...

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Although information is now abound,
but meddled by those in power,
in floods of deception how truth can be found?
It’s trampled upon, like a flower.

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