The voluntary , scented, bloody Cross like the fountain of affection, eternity and, immortality
Verity
Miracle Man
1/9/2025
Political truth is often perceived to come,
from the politicians lips the story last passed.
But If lips were moving there is a rule of thumb,
that he must be lying or just feeling outclassed.
Most Politicians are guilty of pollution,
they contaminate the air with unwanted sound.
I’d suggest term limits as starting solution,
giving another a chance for sheep to confound.
I live in this imaginary world,
A world away from reality.
I fear to open the doors,
The doors to unveiled verity.
I shut my eyes and wish,
Wish forever to cling to this fantasy.
5/1/25
Searching the rear view; I do see with clarity.
All that occurs in a lifetime is by Divine Design.
The purpose and plan for my life; its verity.
Searching the rear view; I do see with clarity.
His scarlet thread connects us in solidarity.
Pruning people plants, grow, mature, refine.
Searching the rear view; I do see with clarity.
All that occurs in a lifetime is by Divine Design.
Searching the rear view; I do see with clarity.
The purpose and plan for my life; its verity.
His scarlet thread connects us in solidarity.
Pruning people plants, grow, mature, refine.
All that occurs in a lifetime is by Divine Design.
The light of God illuminates the truth, making it shine!
The light always
Reveals the shadow
For what it really is.
A fight always
Ends in victory
For the good that’s within.
The sun always
Gives life here on Earth
Its miraculous existence.
After death there are
Forms of rebirth.
Eternal cyclical creation.
The world always
In bouts of conflict and peace.
Evolution, reincarnation.
A soul always
Lives on, while the body remains.
Spirit compensates and the body decays.
The truth always
Within evolving beings.
When Verity was only five she’d kiss the boys, oh how they cried
When Verity was nearly ten, they squirmed when she kissed them again
She had some birthdays, one or two, the boys began to form a queue
When Verity became fifteen, a queue so long there’d never been
Verity
Telling the truth to people close to you
is a difficult feat, the accusations and repercussion
can be dire.
When you puncture the picture where they see
themselves as helpful people.
The unvarnished truth is they will rob you blind
and expect you to be grateful.
Those who were your friend will not help you
for them, assistance have a pecuniary aspect,
If you let the trespasses against you slide, you will
think of yourself as a coward; and those who were
your friends will feel contemptuous of you.
deceiving
the eye
with emphasis &
suggestion
stresses
of the fanciful
evidence
of the significant
with
implications
illusions
enigmas
connotations
in the eye
of
the
beholder
Into the forest, I find myself... lost.
But then I catch a glimpse of something small... just my imagination.
I put my face in my hands and then I hear something... I'm alone.
I get up, start walking, no path in sight... lost.
Then I see something small peek from around a strange tree... Imagination.
I look closer and realize that it is not just one, but two trees, One dark, and one light... Found.
I now see exactly what has been following me or leading me... not an illusion.
The trees grew so close together that they have almost become one... Not alone.
The creature jumped up and into the center of the twisted couple... Purpose.
This was not just a couple of ordinary trees. This was a place where energy was focused. A place you can only find if you let everything go, including yourself. One oak tree, one birch, twisted but not hindering. Leaning and holding. Lifting and nurturing.
Truly a beautiful sight. So, I sit. I breathe. I'm Home.
“Poetry is verity none so perfect as mine. lol”
Without verity how boring would that be
Each differently created through thoughts and dreams
Mine is not yours and yours is not mine
Thank God,
Or we would all be wasting our time
What does Verity mean in the Bible?
1 : the quality or state of being true or real. 2 : something (such as a statement) that is true especially : a fundamental and inevitably true value such eternal verities as honor, love, and patriotism.
Male and female --- God created* them both
Such anchors equality’s verity
Having exactly the same source of breath
Designed to bear the Sovereign’s image
Optimizing granted growth avenues.
Gratefully serving as vessels of love
Fulfilling varied roles with utmost best
Midst faith that propels assigned tasks and chores
Cognizant of gender distinctive traits
Sir and Ma'am are needed greatly alike.
Beautiful life with Mr. and Mrs.
Wondrous family of good partnership
As father and mother with might and grace
Brother and sister of caring gestures
Poet and poetess asserting kindness-bliss.
*Genesis 1:27 So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them.
February 8, 2020
2nd place, "STRAND CHOICE D..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 3/12/2020.
Why's your jaded tongue so slyly used
To words buttered with ensnaring tone;
Piping fibs empirical proofs poorly prop,
Waxing lies into truth's patented throne?
I with all joints and full sinews distrust
Grandiose jibes oiled by your tired lips;
And luckily mock all façades and crust
With which you gild your tempting trips.
No backing writs your warping crafts
Uphold with faintest discernible facts;
Nor do your self-blotting points agree
With any of the truth-tied deities three.
And not for tons of pleasure-lilied wiles
May I in dream your baiting tunes sing;
And neither for gain of full cosmic clout
Might my soul fall for your deking miles.
Man's indeed contented heart only craves
Pure verity as passed by its martyr slaves.
A-ffectionate
H-eart
Z-one
A-nd
L-ove
E-mploy
A-crostic
A-llowing
P-oem
O-f
L-iterary
V-erity
I-n
C-ompassion
T-o
O-ffer
R-eaders
I-mpressive
A-im
Topic: Birthday of Ahzalea Apol L. Victoria (February 04)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
The flower of sorrow will be seeded in your soul
and all that knowledge may relinquish
to the eyes of your heart
will seem a burden
A burden of lightness be it
yet still to drag from a tourniquet throat
a teardrop of acids sting
as you bathe in the eternal sea
It is your love that tortures you so
upon the mountain peak still brought down to the rubble
and though fearless in staunch conviction seem
always your faith will be questioned
Verities hand she has laid upon your awakening
gentle compassion to be challenged by iron
to be the disavow of blindness
and you will suffer the laughter of ignorance
Verity, you will hear her name in your dreams
and her frustration will make you solitary
and although you will smile
to be sure you will also weep
We wander through this cold world
forever in search of answers;
Finding ourselves tipsy in thought,
drunk on the words of a fairytale,
and wasted on the idea of Truth.
Only our bare feet will know
what it's like to travel so far
along a path parted with Despair
merely because a lie
could never be painful enough
to stop us from seeking the truth.
And as we learn more about what a question is,
we seem to learn more about what an answer isn't.
So we clench our fists in distraught
as we're forced to watch
what we thought we knew
slowly drown in rivers
and meander into oblivion.
But as much as we connect our nighttime stars
to form the words in our fairytales,
we'll always remember
how desperate we've become
to simply begin changing the truth
we thought we wanted to hear,
because perhaps this white lie
sounded a little less bitter.
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