Truths Poems

Bitter truths for tiny forks

food fit for palaces
prepared with expert chef's care —
served to a small child
gets an instant revulsion
they're so brutally honest

nature hard-wired tongues
to guard against bitter greens
which could be poison
like veggies appear to be
to a child with veg decree

one bite - that's the pact
then child can eat another
food morsel they like
each taste an invitation
to get braver by

Impartial

I don't take one side or two
In disputes about who’s right
And who’s wrong – it could be you
Or it could be me tonight
But the next day it may turn
The other way round, the pendulum 
Swings and all I had to learn
Will be lost in setting sun
Now the nightmares get too real
Heroes drop their marble masks

The Road Drones

The road drones as I run away,
one eye ahead, one on the rearview.
I squint and strain, blue-white beams on my tail.
Twin beams, staring, keeping distant pace.
	You say, "It's been five years and we barely know each other."
My pointed tongue and its egalitarian wit shot back,
"Well, that's half my fault and half yours, dear."
"Half yours" second

The Silence Beneath the Flame

For ten long years, I left no trace—
No words, no cries, no names to blame.
But now the silence stirs again,
And finds its shape beneath the flame.

They whispered truths that weren’t mine,
And carved in air what never was.
Not once they knocked, nor saw within—
They spoke in masks, without a pause.

Their eyes were fog, their voices sharp,
Their

Eternal Truths

The earth, my friend, is very old. 
Water is ice when it gets cold.
Like things that will always be,
an acorn grows into a tree. 
A Red Ryder turns into rust,
as an old man turns to dust.

simple truths

simple truths ~ let us list them out 
if heart’s quiescent, mind is still
in staid silence, voids within fill

let not fears and dark desires grout
know this: we are not body-mind
leave imagined knowing behind

God dwells in our heart, have no doubt
He is felt as bliss magnetism 
wisdom transcending every ism

to find Him, let seeds of love

Aquamarine

Like sunlit tides on a quiet shore,
a breath of peace in each rolling wave,
it hums of freedom, soft and serene—
a prism of truth in motion’s embrace,
where hope drifts in translucent grace.








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HIS AND HISTORY'S TALES

HIS AND HISTORY'S TALES

There is his story,
and there's also history;
bloody lies, skewed truths:

untold truths

As spring graces the face of the earth,
an underlying coldness settles below.
Petals dance in the fleeting breeze,
yet a quiet goodbye waits beneath


Time and time again, cherry blossoms bloom,
as the October winds threaten to defile them
But if winter lingers on the surface,
and spring beneath,
doesn't that mean that with every bloom,
a bone-chilling frost begins to creep.

truths

civility rolled off autumns tongue after forty three and neigh a year coursing through four noble turns and twice unfolding the tear.

in her hands i'd rarely leep, occasionally for some sufferings sleep
and in the tree's i'd hang for she, often offered nothing of burglary

sheep and beep her alarms did seek, to conquer with force my

These Self Evident Truths

According to one unnamed economics professor: " . . . The Republican party has become the largest active communist group in America ~ promoting " " rather than discouraging it".

Identifying the social characteristics that fit Karl Marx economic model of The Proletarian among extreme modern groups like Christian Opus Dei or the Right-Wing Libertarians will

Engaging Trumpless Truths

Unblessed by democratic health,
Trumpian authority
seems to believe 
disturbed chirping 
and well-oiled chatting
are His OneGod messianic duty

to speak hard Capitalized
efficiency expert Commandments
to unrepresented unpower,
those already poor 
in unvoiced sacred spirit

Hard truth manscapes
of RightWing monopolistic colonization 
enabling catastrophic climate trauma

Without first actively listening
for win/win CommonSense
EarthTribe integrity's 
indigenously wise 
HumanelyDeveloped-mind/DivinelyCreated-body 
non-dueling sacred/organic
spiritual/natural peace potential

for hearing enlightened co-operating 
wealth

Painted Truths A Makeup Story

She wakes, bare as morning light,
A face unframed, soft in sight.
Mascara lifts, lashes rise,
Eyeliner sharpens her guarded eyes.

Blusher blooms, cheeks come alive,
Contours shape what can’t survive.
Lip gloss glistens, a coy disguise
Her beauty speaks, but never lies.

By night, the mask dissolves away,
Each streak of cleanser blurs the day.
The mirror holds her rawest view
Which face is hers?

Old Tongues, Quiet Truths

The oldest voices whisper below the ground.
Hands pull on roots — wind-beaten, gnarled —
stories woven through the fabric of time.
Bark peeled slick, leaves flattened,
the wisdom of what makes whole lies
between finger and thumb,
passed along like a flame, a prayer.

But the soil only knows part of the story.
The other half lives in breath,
a noise wafting through

Dog Whispers

I am a wild animal by blood and nature
Loving the outdoors each chance I get
Bred to be a domesticated pet
Free range is the only way I know to be

Why am I sent to obedient schools and camps
Force to follow instructions/rules
Move only on when given command
Put in a containers, crates, or boxes

Why am I punished if

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