Isn’t it ironic that man makes laws to be upheld? but for his own sake can be broken. It is the simple man who always pays the price, while the ones in power receive a token.
Why don’t our leaders speak the truth? but in the name of democracy, raise their slogan. How can your laws serve their purpose? if not the truth, they have spoken.
Your untruthful faces seem so pale, as if from your grave, you have woken. Why don’t you leave the people in peace? Or is it from shame, that your tongues have frozen.
Haven’t your mind's yet perceived, if not for your voters, you would have not been chosen. So we say again, leave in peace, before the sleeping giant has awoken.
Saleh Ben Saleh
Categories:
untruthful, corruption, freedom, integrity, irony,
Form: Rhyme
The longer I stared at you,
the more I become fearful
of that untrustworthy look;
your intentions are untruthful
and that's the impression
I got, unless you return what you took
all you promised is still untrue,
so don't expect my compassion.
I've seen you through a thick blindfold,
took to heart all the words you whispered,
feeling sure they were sincere,
not deceitful but so genuine.
The longer I stared at you with magic,
the more I became fearful,
not confident of that untrustworthy look;
I regretted that I mistook
trust for love in the rush of things,
sharing all the secrets
with an unscrupulous fool,
not expecting an end so tragic.
I agree with friends who were lied to and cried,
they took words seriously and let doubt interfere
when something looked out of place and concided
with the horrendous truth that made fear persevere.
The longer I stare at you without resentuful hate,
the more I become compassionate...
dropping anger and picking up love:
that untrustworthy look I'm willing to forgive.
Categories:
untruthful, anger, devotion, feelings, forgiveness,
Form: Lyric
It's hard, stationary,
transfixed in place
weather-worn,
badgered by reactive innuendo
a sculpted image of someone's admiration
some hardened forgotten
deluded memory
recorded in a complicated untruthful history
focused on one failure or one accomplishment
with purpose, intent
long-forgotten unforgivable
now unfavorable,
a remnant of time passed
graffiti stained and bludgeoned change
for what we reactively assume
it once or still represents
distasteful to some
a triggered interpretation
honored by the presence of others
seeing it differently today,
the monuments of our unworthy ancestors
the indignation of our self-righteous predecessors
and the enlightened indulgent imagery
of who we are becoming today
in the future
hope is yet be written
how will our children,
and our children's children
see us?
Take a seat,
reflect,
plan,
imagine seeing who you are
see where you're going
acknowledge where you have been
and how you got here
where
will you be
today
and tomorrow?
Categories:
untruthful, america, future, identity, judgement,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
How does one interpret,
Everyday moments
We all want clarity and forthrightness,
So why the discombobulated torment
Of words that distort the facts,
Untruthful twisted personal attacks
The world is a grand stage,
Where reputations can be made
Or lost,
By words tossed
Without validity,
Or connection to reality
Yet the guilty play the victim,
For others truth is the conviction
Or is incarceration their demand,
For the one in command
Tragically demeaning opinions,
Only further divisions
Where red and blue,
Have divergent views
About black and brown,
And the color of their town
Political power seeks to secede,
Caretaking what people and the environment need
For all that was inclusive,
Destruction is their motive
Targeting personal freedoms,
Empowered by hypocritical Christians
Exclusionary and perverse,
Because of a bible verse
Tolerance only for that which is white,
In America that’s not right
Change only happens if parties can agree,
I am wondering what our future will be.
Categories:
untruthful, political,
Form: Rhyme
TULSI ACROSTIC
T-Tulsi is tenacious and not one
to take any guff!
U-Unshakeable and uncrushable
under "missing email" HRC's
horrendous harumph!
L-Lion Hearted Tulsi was to
meet with HRC,face to face.
S-Staunch,so solid is her stand!
and won't take HRC's lies lined
with unproven disgrace!
I-Irate, she is! And rightly so!
She remembers so well HRC's
lies about being in enemy gunfire
in Bosnia, oh?
.....................
~Poem re:Tulsi's Nemesis~
HRC, had better things on her
to-do list, so just she didn't show!
Making a new,untruthful list~
of those she thinks are plotting
to overthrow her HRC presidency.
A shrew, who dreams of all her
political foes as
Dancing with evil Russians...
a go-go!
And so, like sweet petunias in
a funky,briar patch,
For HRC's calumny, there is
no match!
October 23, 2019
Categories:
untruthful, anti bullying, corruption, humor,
Form: Acrostic
“Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me”
Said the person who never fell in love.
Who never witnessed white lies said by him,
Who never witnessed the canvas of my heart
Painted with untruthful words said by him.
How can I say words don't hurt me
When they shatter my soul and heart into glass pieces
That glisten in the sun created by pain.
Categories:
untruthful, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
For as long as he could remember he had perfected the art of illusion,
For he has never really been what people see,
Only what he needed people to see,
He was scared to truly be himself for fear that the deviant darkness within,
Once released would know no boundaries.
He wasn’t being untruthful or fake, just realistic in regards to what was acceptable to his society which included those he loved,
He wondered if everyone was truly hiding themselves or was it just him,
He knew that he would never really know,
Because to know the truth would unravel a whole life of effort spent sustaining the image that cost a lifetime to create,
And to be honest,
He didn’t have the heart to break anyone else’s.
Categories:
untruthful, confusion, feelings, life,
Form: Free verse
“Even in laughter the heart is sorrowful;
and the end of that mirth is heaviness.”* How awful!
That’s my restlessness-angst whenever I become deceitful…
And guilty of hypocrisy, lying or pretense, being untruthful.
I thank and praise God for His forgiveness’ assurance
As He pardons and cleanses me when I confess with faith's utterance.
Then by His grace, I practice reconciliation along sincerity's exuberance
To free me from unrest of spirit, and enjoy peace-filled deliverance.
*Proverbs 14:13 of the Scriptures
November 16, 2018
1st place, "LATE DECEMBER 2018..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 12/18/2018.
Categories:
untruthful, angst, emotions, faith, god,
Form: Rhyme
Lies are inclusive
Truths are not
Think before you speak
That's what everybody taught
Envisaging is something
Which is not permitted
And I cannot foster the crops
That I myself cultivated
I'm slammed on with the ideas
Which are not even good
But I've to follow all the rules
Just because they own a manhood
Sugar-coated statements
Underrated sentiments
Navigated directions
Untruthful dereliction
This is how they served me love
I got trapped a few times and felt the rough
But they were in the habit of playing bluff with such poor guff
And this is how I made myself tough
After a hot chase of dreams
I learnt how to resist the inner screams
So I let out all my creations
And got indulged in my fancy temptations!!!
Categories:
untruthful, love,
Form: Rhyme
We have it all
Indeed we do,
both me and you.
The scandal crawling beneath the sheets,
outrageous claims shouted in the streets;
the gropes, the lascivious touches, firm untruthful lies
and only after much denial, comes the story chastised.
These are, shall we say, past almost forgotten indiscretions
made by so many legislative ineffective legends
as much more rises to a level of unanswered questions.
It's a power play, a need of complete control
how it is obtained is a wonder to behold.
Deflect the truth and place solid blame
on predecessors who once reigned.
Could we just focus here
this was suppose to be a turn around year
instead we throw away the progress made,
everything for which we already paid.
Months passed with little done
except for slippage on equality and guns,
no compromise, discussion or lack thereof pains
into the cold and dark of April rains.
The future held in promises begins to erode and wane.
Categories:
untruthful, angst, political,
Form: Rhyme
9/26/16
Before dying
Keep on smiling
And trying
Regardless of when the stars or planets are aligning
And if there ever is a silver lining
In this day and age, little to nothing shall be surprising
Farmers fertilizing
Growing crops that look appetizing
Some of which are used in fine dining
Scientists sterilizing
As well as neutralizing
While analysing
And theorizing
Before and after atomizing
Animals and vehicles in the air flying
Above civilizations thriving
And others struggling to continue surviving
The sun diving and rising
Thunder roaring and lightning
Striking
Providing
A brief form of lighting
On others far too many are spying
And fantasizing
Being untruthful and still lying
Is the proof of our origin still possible of finding?
Out there hiding?
In some kind of writing?
Or gone for good due to conflicts intensifying
And war arriving?
The sun or moon rising
As well as shining
Above locations, great for mining
If you keep eyeing
Your surroundings even on roads that are winding
What happens next just may be disappointing or exciting
Categories:
untruthful, poetry, rap, word play,
Form: Rhyme
A Winter tale.
oh Winter – how you often linger long,
what windswept elements you deal;
your cold dark chamber does my spirit feel.
your shivering grip of uncheerfull thoughts is strong.
and often in your shadows I belong -
a land of phantoms that appears often real.
But now a warm and gentle wind I feel,
and hear the choristers of the morning song,
foretelling Spring's arrival; I was wrong,
the morning of the year with beauty gleams,
and nature with a thousand words in seems.
Untruthful is the winter of the mind -
not like half remembered dreams I can find,
A verdant field I wander – quiet, still.
I keep the winter memory near
and sing in darkness - none will hear
A sweet sweet winters tale a girl leave.
and in this cold she no more breathe
till long life over I too depart,
to infinite nights a new start.
Categories:
untruthful, betrayal, change, depression, fear,
Form: ABC
I hate humanity. Why?
Because they never care when others die.
They only pursue their own wells,
Not even thinking if they hurt anyone else.
You'll probably say that not all humans are bad,
And I agree, because if that'd be so, I'd go mad.
However, the good ones out there are so few
That it makes me think about how untruthful is this view.
"You say all of this just for show!", you might say.
But believe me when I say it, clear as day,
That humanity ruined most of my life
And nearly made me cut my veins with a knife.
Categories:
untruthful, hate, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
I've been going to a Kingdom Hall and I've become a Jehovah's Witness.
The people are very friendly to each other which means we are blessed.
The kingdom Halls have different preachers on each Sunday and Tuesday.
Unlike other denominations, our preachers never receive pay.
At the Kingdom Halls, we are taught that Jehovah is God's name.
Some people tell lies about Jehovah Witnesses and it's a shame.
One lie that people tell is that we don't believe in Jesus.
We are good people, I hope that you'll come to see us.
Unlike other churches, we don't pass around a collection plate.
People at the Kingdom Halls are treated like family, it is great.
Besides listening to the preachers sermons, we study the Bible as well.
When people are untruthful about us, please ignore the lies that they tell.
Categories:
untruthful, religion, religious, truth,
Form: Rhyme
Dead
Do you remember the past?
I slowly kill myself
Afraid of this day
It will never come
It will always come
Man,living being,you....
...death also afraid of death?
My fear is not death
My phobia is being dead.
Puberty
Did she not tell you?
With her untruthful tongue
And her wrinkled face
That you soon become a maiden
With breast on your past dry chest
Didn't she tell you ?
Macho men will come
They will penetrate you
With their piecing manhood
Didn't she tell you ?
That you will have offspring
I feel your unending disgust for womanhood
I fear for you
But she told you.
Birth
Haven't they torment you enough?
The unborn kicked your unwilling stomach
They have stayed in you
Many market days
You carried the pain of ejima
We know,we all know
Your anguish,extreme fright
Oh daughter of deity
bring forth your duo
For the one that is killed
Is the one that you keep.
Death
The journey will always end
With my eyes closed
And my soul goes to another....
....your progeny
Who at puberty will give birth to another you and me
I see your fear
I see your phobia.
Categories:
untruthful, africa,
Form: Epic
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