Hello there!
As metioned a while ago - I've been looking to get more poetry posted as part of improvements to this Blog.
In case you're wondering, I write because when I am doing any creative activity I am in flow.
This week, it's a throwback to UK National Poetry Day 2019 and the theme of truth.
Lies
I worked out what was said, between you,
them and all the asides,
Under laden sky and dim-lit room,
Probing, delving, uncovering the lies.
Stinging wasp-words from a weasel mouth,
Truth not told, all masks that fake,
The fib and twist, bury deep,
Murk-swamp dim, a bottomless lake.
One little white one, is the norm,
Hurts no-one, a verbal stone,
Confession gets buried, breaking the mud,
Voice crack, croak, appease and atone.
That pebble of untruth keeps rolling on,
Gathers dirt, grows like a cancerous sty
Destroying worlds, shredding minds apart,
All to support one tiny lie.
Truth
I remember truth, a friend of fact,
An actual event, a repeated act.
Then opinions came, overruled us all,
And arguments followed, the spreading of gall.
I recall truth, as it used to exist,
Life and experience, not to be missed.
Now virtually lost, in a digital haze,
Bubbles inflated, false info we graze.
I know truth, as it should be,
Purity and coverage, to listen and see.
All gone and buried, not an antique,
Lost from consciousness, we no longer speak.
We can restore truth, with simple word
Statements of reality, our voices heard.
Then through connection, and providing proof,
Arrogance gets removed, and we all find truth.
- - - Constructive feedback in the comments is always welcome. Thank you. - - -
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