Tag: truth
group name: insanepoet
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May 19, 2008 12:30 AM EDT --
I published one or two at a time on Snippets but want it to appear one time as a whole.
It was presented to my teen age philosophy club to teach them that TRUTH is the key to every problem whether . . . more
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August 18, 2007 06:44 PM EDT --
You slither slowly
through the garden grass
trying not to make a sound.
Slowly spinning tales made of lies.
Others don't see the real you
The snake
They don't see your underbelly . . . more
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May 03, 2008 11:52 AM EDT --
I wrote this as an aid for little ones that have been molested to feel free to admit the truth. (I had a child in mind at the time.) I tried to speak to some of their doubts . . . more
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April 03, 2008 11:31 PM EDT --
The garden of Eden
without apples and snakes
is a lie
But we
who are educated
still seek for this perfection
that even at the sight of an apple
call it an orange
. . . more
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November 14, 2006 10:41 PM EST --
How can you love
this restless woman child?
Stubborn, needy,
constantly changing,
so sure, yet so afraid,
pretending to be so strong,
but crying inside,
looking for strength
and running when I . . . more
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March 09, 2008 02:42 PM EDT --
Perfection's lunacy lives...
In sidewalk cracks
where weeds take root,
In pots with cracks
where . . . more
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October 01, 2007 04:47 AM EDT --
Little man, barefoot boy with cheeks of tan
Looking through an hourglass made for you
Where dreams seeking promises start to brew
As you raft mighty river speaking truth
Pencil in each . . . more
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October 30, 2007 10:00 PM EDT --
Good Evening Gather,
It is my pleasure to share a short poem with you. Another one of my favorites. Do you remember Sir Walter Scott's warning; "O, what a tangled web we weave . . . more
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February 04, 2008 09:02 AM EST --
I open to you like a flower blooming,
unveiling a beauty
even I do not recognize.
Who is this women before you?
You wash over me
and the layers fall away;
I no longer recognize who . . . more
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March 24, 2008 11:47 PM EDT --
Our forefathers
have buried the truth
deep and safe
and they've made sure
that we won't find it
But we
out of our pigheadedness
have found out about it
and out . . . more
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June 27, 2007 10:04 AM EDT --
True compassion is born
In the blazing clarity of Kensho
That moment when you experience
Your own true nature
That moment when you experience
All things as they truly are. . . . more
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December 01, 2007 05:32 AM EST --
I know I have some common sense
But out the window it was sent
It did not stop to say goodbye
Nor left a note to tell me why
I guess life's pressure made it sore
As nicks and . . . more
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January 21, 2008 12:19 PM EST --
My high school separation, a respite of joy
As I bandaged my wounds, removed the yoke crying
Freedom, sweet freedom your confusion I claim
As voices spoke of my calling to serve the Lord . . . more
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May 27, 2007 11:03 AM EDT --
The stone is cast into the pond
The splash is heard
The ripples spread out in ever widening circles
And then they are gone.
How like the ripples
Are the currents disquieting . . . more
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June 10, 2007 11:45 PM EDT --
The sound of her voice
Creates tremors of pleasurable joy in me
I wonder what her caress would bring
Her embrace, her kiss
Perhaps something to consider in my dreams
June . . . more
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February 22, 2007 05:58 PM EST --
How easy it is for the fire of your words
to spread to me,
igniting my calm spirit,
making me fight for my very existence,
and for my right to believe.
I am not you,
You are not me; . . . more
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September 23, 2007 07:17 AM EDT --
Could one pull shadows from the wall
Or glean a truth from wistful fall
When the bar is so firmly set
And salted wounds stay not your quest
Elusive visions yours to hold
As to coddle in acts . . . more
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January 16, 2008 07:39 AM EST --
Listen to the bl eat ing,
as the wind frolics
in the field.
Can one discern,
without ch eat ing-
the lambs and goats,
and wh eat and weeds-
all together as one?
. . . more
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September 10, 2006 07:20 PM EDT --
speak not of things five years ago
when our own eyes saw darkest red
for those who lost their lives cannot
return through our hate from the dead
speak not of lies told to convince
that those not guilty . . . more
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December 12, 2006 08:47 AM EST --
I almost feel I could write something down
That would spin your head around
That would open up your heart
Now wouldn't that be something to behold
Weave words to make a flower unfold . . . more
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