Truth hurts, which is why the wise
Shield it from the weak;
The young, the sick, the grieving, the old.
But the truth is
And there is really no escaping it.
We can try
We can run, we can hide, we can work ourselves
Or medicate ourselves
Into oblivion,
But in the end the truth will out
As we’re left standing naked
Before the mirror of our mind.
(8/22/26)
Is time beyond memory
that time extrasensory,
which allows our human mind
to struggle up from behind?
That lets us find truth will out
across dismal dark and doubt?
I advance toward pure light
seeking such a candid sight.
Wearing a white hat
the hero of the day
Truth rides into town
veracity has no shades of grey
a bright shiny silver star
on his chest pinned to his vest
promoting the honesty policy
he tells us it's the best
and the little white lie is not legit
contrary to popular belief
it doesn't exist not one bit
it's merely another word for 'thief'
a rootin' tootin' straight shooter
is what he's all about
he'll outrun outgun the bad guys
as Truth will out
The eyes are the windows to the soul
But I once had my shades pulled down
A mysterious individual difficult to figure
Masqueraded around town as a clown
Always been known as a jester at heart
But some say it's a cover, a facade
To hide this feeling of insecurity inside
Wouldn't allow my soul to be unclad
Well that most certainly used to be true
But poetry has allowed me to be me
Under the cover of a protected environment
It's allowed my true self to be free
The truth will out it's always been said
In my case it's proven to be so
Owe my appreciation to all my poet friends
And to Cathie, my wife, my soul
A new found confidence after many years
Not the person I started out to be
Feeling of freedom expressing my thoughts
Nonjudgemental, a feeling of free
The eyes, it's said, are the windows to the soul
No truer words have ever been spoken
Poetry has allowed me to forever be free
My long silence has now been broken
A crack will appear, a hole will grow
The truth will out just so you know
Many decades of men try to hide their crimes
Some are so conceited and up themselves that they even think that they can beat time.
But while they spaff the truth and live on lies
People find new ways to crack their smile
The truth will out because for the nation it must
Too many of us dead, too many of us lost
The anguish, pain and sorrow of so many out there
We will not let the truth be buried to compound that despair.
The truth will out.
Their lies will be scrutinised.
They think that we are nothing but fools who fall for lies.
But this is above politics, here there are few rules for us and them
The truth will out and then the nation will stop and stare
With eyes of anger and raging glare.
Our people have differences yes, but when the hammer falls
When we see the tears of our people who have lost it all
Hear of stories of our children dying alone in fear
Don’t think that we’ll forget who’s responsible for a nations tears.
silhouette
shadows in a lake
flower flutter
in a breeze
the dream ends
an imaginary world
appears
a greenwood pond
secluded
a lark sings
simple&divine&puritan
softly&joyful
convincing upright
truth will out
is anything ever true
a howling wind
the window closes
thereafter
goodness
diligence
prevails
The Truth They Command
What they say! What they do! What they consume!
The truth will out, what they conspire
About the events they make transpire!
What their ideas are. The plots they scheme thru
What they own and using their power.
Can never be questioned, never found out,
How they are hidden. They keep mysterious,
But with thought, it’s ripped from the oblivious:
As simply it is, they are them, excluding us.
********. ********. *******. **********
(c) sally Young Eslinger 1/2/2021
. for public domain
Hidden on bookshelves
in Great British Halls,
where one thing's another,
or nothing at all,
Truth is well written,
but not spoken well
widely, for few
rarely read well.
It takes time to read well,
but who has the time,
between work, sleep, and prayer,
sips of Scotch or some wine?
No mind, no mind. Truth will out.
Barristers and Eggheads
are always about,
and we, adoze in our bed,
to our comfort we are wed
more than to our city and state.
And if it all should crumble?
Don't worry, it can wait.
A mystery surrounds the stranded boat
Deserted in the shallow marshy fen,
And surreptitious rumours are afloat *
Which bubble to the surface now and then.
A lad of good repute had claimed to see
Three people cast off late one afternoon,
But strolling home across the grassy lea
Two shapes alone rowed back by light of moon.
The boat rocks gently by the water's edge
Under the sanguine sunset’s sultry skies.
‘Foul play for sure’, some village folk allege;
No evidence, but questions still arise.
Fear lurks without a shadow of a doubt
And surely one day soon the truth will out.
22.05.19
‘Choices poetry contest’ : sponsored by Sara Kendrick (picture 3 was chosen)
* British spellings
When Truth goes down to the Center,
To the Bottom of all things,
It makes the way for wedding dresses,
And tailored suits, and rings.
If you cannot tell all you’ve ever been,
And done, you may be sure…
That one day the awful truth will out,
And you’ll be on opposite sides
Of the door…
So I must advise (myself above all)
That the way to trust your friends,
Is to sign up for the Truth Detail,
Where nobody possesses hidden ends,
Where nobody exposes what’s already shown,
For nobody has secrets that wait to be blown,
For the Truth is a Healer, who wields cup, or sword,
And the Truth needs no Lawyer, to cut up the hoard.
When Truth goes to the Center,
He cuts out the disease,
And then, people can love
Without secrets to please.
There is a little land that's built on sand in the Middle East
To listen to the world complain, you'd think it was a beast
Yet it's more diverse, and dynamic, than the USA
100+ countries immigrants' flourish there today
As for democracy, why there's nothing to compare
Fully 20 parties over there vie for electoral shares
Freedom of--not from--religion is absolutely guaranteed
And no one's made to recite a pledge
To a flag he can't believe
Minorities ARE protected there; they make a real impact
Arab statesman constitute 10% of Parliament, in fact...
By now you've surely guessed the country that I've yet to name
For to even say the word today can get you killed or maimed
But eventually the truth will out, as it always does:
Those who bang the drums today for tiny Israel's death
Will come tomorrow to recant their misguided shibboleths
Hard To Recognize
America's face, battered ...
Freedom's image, shattered.
Feeding Frenzy Fodder
Foundations of Democracy,
Shredded with hypocrisy.
Party Over People
Lady Liberty's fears,
Weeping rusty tears.
Truth Will Out
Veracity's tempest blows ...
Treachery's warmth, expose.
Martin Luther King, Jr
Simply shaking hands ...
Shook humanity's lands.
Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi
Pauper's sole directive ...
Brotherly love's perspective.
Jesus Of Nazareth
Red phrases spoken,
Old covenants broken.
Jesus, Gandhi, MLK, Jr
Simple doctrines - LOVE ...
Humanity's grace, thereof.
Still, Hope Remains
Trustworthy faith's unshakable,
Love, steadfast ... unbreakable.
Our Lasting Legacy
Humanity must embrace,
Single ... HUMAN race.
FACE The Truth
The answer's clearer,
In ... that ... MIRROR.
(I Must Apologize
Forgive me, critically,
I strayed ... politically).
~ 4th Place ~ in the "Six-Word Couplet Series" Poetry Contest
Mark Toney, Judge & Sponsor.
Watching the candidates debate
One feels the pulse of the land
We need to make our decision
Some feel it is useless and
have given up on voting
But the vote is the essence of
our democracy
The power lies with the people
When it is time to throw the rascals out
we will do it!
Political Daze
A cloud of dust surrounds
the news we get
The press is the guardian
of our freedom
You can't believe everything you read
But you can believe some of it
Truth will out!
Translated from Georgian into English by Manana Matiashvili
All that figurative language
I’ve acquired from you:
“Life is tough”,
“Sweet is the soul”,
“Sky’s the limit”,
“Truth will out”.
“Knowledge is power”,
“Weep and you weep alone”,
One can be “all at sea” sometimes,
“The heart of man is like waters of the well”,
“Guest is sent from God”,
“Let go and let God”…
And so on… and so many sayings
Am collating now into poems
And stitching stories…
But seems as if Alazani River
Has washed them out
And taken all the words.
Three years passed,
Hence our roles have changed,
I play the same games, mostly “housing”…
Just now am standing jammed
At juncture of the ground and sky,
Hesitating to choose direction, it means,
I have no idea to blow warmth up
Or to blow down…
Who will play with me with shifted roles?
The games named: “schooling”,
“housing” and “motherhood“?
Genres: life, family, sad, personality
The Truth Will Out
Every dog has its day,
But soon enough it will fade away.
When its day has been and gone,
You will see I’ve done nothing wrong.
It won’t be long until you realise,
I’ve been painted by a thousand lies.
Don’t look at me acting in shock,
You know I’m not wearing the devils frock.
When I’m on the up and I’m on the rise,
Don’t come to me looking for a prize.
You listened to the devil and you sold me out,
You should believe in me without any doubt
I won’t let myself go out unheard,
That dog is going to be running scared.
When everyone sees the lies it’s spread,
They will also see, he’s gone in the head
When it’s over and the dogs feeling sad
I won’t go out hating, even if I'm mad
This is the last round, yes the final bout.
As great lady told me once, THE TRUTH WILL OUT.
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