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A Little Turtle Called Muddle
There was a little turtle
and his name was Muddle
because at times he got confused
could not remember if he was
a tortoise or a turtle.
Had Muddle been brought up
in the wild
he would not have been confused,
but he was brought up in captivity
and now he was not sure what he was suppose to be.
Now Muddle lived a sheltered life.
He had no friends or playmates
to keep him company.
Then one day in his glass cage,
his owners put in someone new.
Now he had someone to talk to.
The newcomer stayed in his shell
afraid to come out. He felt safe in there,
thinking no one could see him
when he was
tucked inside his shell.
Muddle moved up to him
and nudged him with his shell.
“Have you gone to sleep in there? ”
Muddle asked as turtles do.
“Come on out,
no one is going to hurt you.”
The stranger poked his head out
and gave a look around.
“Who are you? ” he asked.
“My name is Muddle. What is your name? ”
“My name is Timmy
because I’m rather timid.”
After their introductions,
Muddle and Timmy
settled in for a long chat.
They talked to on another
between little snacks,
from sunrise to sunset.
Now Muddle had his company,
someone he always wanted,
and Timmy had a friend too.
They both lived together happily
and as they grew older
Muddle found he wasn’t Muddle at all.
As it turned out
Muddle was not Muddle,
But Marianne.
He was not a boy, but a little girl.
Now Marianne and Timmy
live together happily.
They are hoping for
the patter of little feet
in the not to distant future
as they start their family
and live happily ever after.
6 - 7 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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Goodbye! ! !
You don’t know what you missed
Sometimes I think of the list
Of what keeps us apart
And I know its coz I have a heart
You gave me a little trouble
Left my mind in a muddle
But now I’m free
Coz you mean nothing to me
Oh let me forget my lies
For I used them to disguise
How evil you really are
But I know this wont scar
You gave me a little trouble
Left my mind in a muddle
But now I’m free
Coz you mean nothing to me
My friends they saw me fall
From where I stood so tall
And they were scared
But still they cared
You gave me a little trouble
Left my mind in a muddle
But now I’m free
Coz you mean nothing to me
I tell you now that some how
Under those glares I won’t bow
And know you words mean nothing
I just want you to know I was bluffing
You gave me a little trouble
Left my mind in a muddle
But now I’m free
Coz you mean nothing to me
So now I know something new
And it’s something about you
Should have seen it before
How you’re a total git right to the core
poem by Rebecca Pepper
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Tongues
the tongue
of my body
is in the nerves
the tongue
of my soul
in the heart
the tongue of
my mind
in the head
the tongue
of truth and deceits
in the mouth
the tongue of
the World (Creation)
in the words
of God
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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poem by David Keig
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(V - 2009) The Truth of the Truth
The Sages and Seers
That be and have been
Cannot have seen
The truth of the Truth!
What they see as Truth
Is Truth merely
It’s not really
The truth of the Truth!
The Ultimate Truth
Cannot be known
We aren’t that grown –
The truth of the Truth!
We’re part of the Truth
We’re trying to see
We’re yet so tiny –
The truth of the Truth!
Though hard and great
The pains we give
We cannot outlive
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to you once
Remains not the same
So changing the game –
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to a man
Is not Truth to all
That’s what we call
The truth of the Truth!
These thoughts as I pen
It’s Truth to me
It’s to me only
The truth of the Truth!
God's Gifts
GOD gave man two ears so that he might hear
Man's truth and also man's lies,
Then also to help man find his way
GOD then gave man two eyes,
Man was then given just one mouth
And also just one tongue
So he would tell the truth and not a lie
And he was gifted that, when he was young.
Two ears for man so he can hear everything
And two eyes for him to see without fail
One mouth and one tongue for the truth
But still from all these gifts; man fell.
poem by Randy McClave
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People Have Their Own Versions Of Truth
it is anger
that justifies their
expulsion of the truth
there is only one truth
i suppose
but in the court
truth becomes a sixteen-headed
monster
and each head keeps on saying
i am the one
one by one
reasons slew each head
until the single truth
comes out
alive
on a tongue of fire
it burns us all
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Black and White and the Grey in between.
Black as ebony, dark as night.
When right seems wrong and wrong seems right.
Grey and tar and wisps of smoke,
on thoughts we muddle, on tears we choke.
The lines that shape our world will blur and shift,
imaginary bridges where there are rifts.
Disappear and begone, the truth now shows,
yet it brings not joys, but brings us woes.
The Honest Truth
the truth is i love you
the truth is i always dream of you at night
the truth is i do my best to hide it from you
the truth is the future is blank without you
the truth is i am hurting
the truth is i am scared
i am scared how i pretend in front of everyone
the truth is a cannot tell anyone of this
the truth is i cannot even tell you
then it starts to hurt even more
the truth is i'm scared to tell you
the truth is you might be scared to break her heart
the truth is i'm scared you might love me too
the truth is i am not happy
the truth is i don't feel the love i want
the truth is i want to be loved by you only
the truth is you're too blind to see
the truth is you might not believe me if i told you
the truth is you might be scared of it
the truth is the emotional distance kills me
the truth is being close to you makes it worse
should i tell you this truth?
would you believe this truth?
the truth....the truth....the truth...
i'm the only one who knows the
and this truth hurts
because the truth is i love you
the truth is i love you
the truth is i still love you....
03 August 2010
poem by Neo Patricia Monamodi
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Many Don't Accept It and Fear It Getting Near
You're not the only one,
Who wishes truth to disappear.
Many don't accept it and fear it getting near.
Some believe that truth for them is an option.
Something that gives them a choice to make.
And if it was too bitter on the tongue for their taste...
It could be easily exchanged,
For a more suitable arrangement for them to embrace.
But truth is not a charade to play to mask in masquerade!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never explain what you do. It speaks for itself. You only muddle it by talking about it.
quote by Shel Silverstein
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I'm at my best in a messy, middle-of-the-road muddle.
quote by Harold Wilson
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This motion-picture muddle had distracted me from my writing.
Muddle is the extra unknown personality in any committee.
quote by Anthony Sampson
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There was a man with tongue of wood
There was a man with tongue of wood
Who essayed to sing,
And in truth it was lamentable.
But there was one who heard
The clip-clapper of this tongue of wood
And knew what the man
Wished to sing,
And with that the singer was content.
poem by Stephen Crane
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He was a sociologist; he had got into an intellectual muddle early on in life and never managed to get out.
quote by Iris Murdoch
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Truth Is Truth
Truth is
Weapons can not cut you
Fire can not burn you
Water can not wet you
Wind can not dry you
And You are in truth
You are the truth
2
I know truth is
Imperishable
I know truth is
Indefinable
I know truth is
Eternal
Pursuing truth
I know Truth is
Final.
3
Truth
We must recognized
Truth
Always present
And untruth has
No existence.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Definition of the truth and lie
The truth
Some words hidden
In the depth of conscience,
Are dug out with the showel of honesty,
And decorated on the tongue,
To slip away.
Lie
Some words remain on the tongue all the time,
Without the refuge of conscience,
And spoken freely,
As God is no more.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Sonnet: The Tongue
Tongue, the muscle belly in the mouth’s floor!
That grandmothers used to narrate folklore;
With sensors to taste the food that we eat,
And speak fluently with neighbors who cheat.
The boneless tongue gives creatures satiety;
In misdemeanor, speaks words so nasty;
The tongue-tied man cannot speak out too well;
The one with a long tongue argues like hell.
The tongue can emit both a soothing word,
And also cut like a double-edged sword;
The tongue helps one to sing a sweet song,
And touch one’s nose-tip whenever too long.
The tongue can start a war or conclude it;
Some stars use it for their kissing habit.
poem by John Celes
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Truth
The truth about a truth is that
The truth can’t be concealed for long;
And when revealed, the truth appears
A bigger truth than what it was.
Truth is beautiful; splendid;
Truth is eternal; everlasting;
Truth is endearing to righteous hearts;
Truth is consoling, comforting;
Truth is perennial; evergreen;
Truth is God.
Truth is a virtue all yearn for;
Truth is global, heavenly;
Truth is uncompromising;
Truth is always encouraging;
Truth is desirable; exhilarating.
Truth is mankind’s ultimate search;
Truth is a great topic of research;
Truth is delighting; enchanting;
Truth is trust-worthy from
Beginning to the end.
No lies can hide a truth for long;
No lies can make a lie, a truth;
All lies will vanish leaving truth exposed,
As bright as ever any time.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 21-08-2010
poem by John Celes
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