Opinion
There is no truth of any good
To be discerned on earth ; and, by conversion,
Nought therefore simply bad; but as the stuff
Prepared for Arras pictures, is no picture
Till it be formed, and man hath cast the beams
Of his imaginous fancy thorough it,
In forming ancient kings and conquerors
As he conceives they looked and were attired,
Though they were nothing so: so all things here
Have all their price set down from men's conceits,
Which make all terms and actions good or bad,
And are but pliant and well-coloured threads
Put into feigned images of truth.
poem by George Chapman
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The truth in you
I seek the truth in you
The weak lie is not you
So speak up, yes you
The truth hurts but it works
The truth simplifies and dignifies
The truth sooths preserving your youth
I ask the truth of you
Cry now, take a tissue
So speak up, yes you
The truth signifies and modifies
The truth is within and the best way to begin
The truth is a good start especially for sweethearts
I need the truth of you
Simply choose your venue
So speak up, yes you
The truth to any degree
Is a starting point to be free
Just like one and two make three
So speak up, yes you
If you agree
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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In the World of Good and Evil
In the world of good and evil
One often categorizes them as one or the other
Simply put, it is not always the case:
I may kill someone for hurting you
I may hate someone for crying
I may love someone regardless
Of it being deserved or not
One may love and hate another equally
Is this good, or is this bad?
Something we often forget to remember
Is which category we would place ourselves in
If you are good, what qualifications have you?
If you are bad, is it by choice or force?
Is it the world you live in to make you one way or the other?
Or perhaps the people you are often around?
Don't call someone evil without first understanding
What and why
Don't assume all is good
Without proof that there lies no harm
The difficult truth is that
One cannot be either good or evil
It is a mix, with one outweighing the other
In certain aspects
Perhaps my thoughts are evil
And my actions good
Or my actions evil
But my mind repentant
One would believe that we had figured this out long ago
But no, this is not the case
For we try to classify as one or the other
To categorize, in order to ignore flaws and differences
Between stereotypes and truths
So which are you?
poem by Gwenevere Cornwell
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The truth should not be told
The truth should not be told
The truth should always be withhold
The truth as it turns out
Should not be said out loud
The truth as they say will set you free
But it will also come with an undetectable fee
The truth is in fact quite dirty and mean
Even for a noble deed
The truth even in good will or unwillingness to commit deception
As I am sure you have heard; the road to hell is paid with good intentions
So many terrible things the truth brings
It’s really a villain playing the hero if you ask me
But, I’m unhappy to say
The truth has a point in some very maniacal way
Screwed if you do, screwed if you don’t, says the verse
I guess nobody wins in these small set of words.
poem by Gabriel Joel
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If we bring not the good courage of minds covetous of truth, and truth only, prepared to hear all things, and decide upon all things, according to evidence, we should do more wisely to sit down contented in ignorance, than to bestir ourselves only to reap disappointment.
quote by Frances Wright
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To 'Colonel' Dan. Burns
They say, my lord, that you're a Warwick. Well,
The title's an absurd one, I believe:
You make no kings, you have no kings to sell,
Though really 'twere easy to conceive
You stuffing half-a-dozen up your sleeve.
No, you're no Warwick, skillful from the shell
To hatch out sovereigns. On a mare's nest, maybe,
You'd incubate a little jackass baby.
I fancy, too, that it is naught but stuff,
This 'power' that you're said to be 'behind
The throne.' I'm sure 'twere accurate enough
To represent you simply as inclined
To push poor Markham (ailing in his mind
And body, which were never very tough)
Round in an invalid's wheeled chair. Such menial
Employment to low natures is congenial.
No, Dan, you're an impostor every way:
A human bubble, for 'the earth,' you know,
'Hath bubbles, as the water hath.' Some day
Some careless hand will prick your film, and O,
How utterly you'll vanish! Daniel, throw
(As fallen Woolsey might to Cromwell say)
Your curst ambition to the pigs-though truly
'Twould make them greater pigs, and more unruly.
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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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!
Express What It Is In Terms That Pleases
Express what it is in terms that pleases.
Do your best to unleash the truth.
Very little of that,
Has manifested intact!
More are obsessed with deluded impressions.
Created for affect.
To keep a conformity in check!
No one is expecting truth,
To be for them today complex.
Express what it is in terms that pleases.
Do your best to unleash the truth.
Very little of that,
Has manifested intact!
However it is done...
None will embrace it.
And the rawness of reality,
Will certainly stun!
These folks have been fantasized,
All of their lives!
The truth you reveal will not appeal.
In fact,
Be prepared to be 'boo-ed'.
Threatened and despised!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truth That Sets You Free
Words expressed to you and me, that the truth will set you free,
Not simply truth of any kind, but, Truth which leaves sin behind,
The Truth spoken of is Him; The One Who saves many from sin,
The Truth available to all of us, is the Lord Himself, Christ Jesus.
Friend in the Bible you shall find, God's Truth of an Eternal kind,
Truth that is beyond the world, Truth which Jesus Christ unfurled,
A Truth that's meant for everyone, coming from God's Only Son,
His Truth, which sets men free, from the present through eternity.
Common truths known on earth, for man, are of no eternal worth,
All common truths known to man, access not God's eternal plan,
They are better than lies for us, but, have not His Righteousness,
Common truth won't get us to, Eternity, prepared for me and you.
The only Saving truth, in this life, is Truth, in the person of Christ,
God's saving Truth all men need, His Gospel Truth all must heed;
Common truth will not set you free, or give you new life eternally,
For man's word shall fade away, but, God's Truth is here to stay.
The Saving Truth, you have heard, is there for all in God's Word,
The Way, the Truth and the Life, is the Living Word, Jesus Christ,
Whose Word comes from eternity, Truth, that saves you and me,
Reading His Word reveals proof, He's the author of Eternal Truth.
Graduated success
The World’s my university.
Where lessons are taught painfully
I made mistakes as all must do
and to be honest not a few
I missed some opportunities
but I learned slowly by degrees
When things looked too good to be true.
You’d best step back and review
the situation once again
and save yourself a lot of pain.
Nothing worth having comes for free.
So weigh things up judicially
Then if your certain go ahead
but still be careful how you tread.
The best laid plans can come to nought
when things don’t go as you thought.
You’re bound to fail a time or two
such setbacks can be good for you
You have to learn from your mistakes
resilience is all it takes.
Life knocks you down; get up again
and in a short while you’ll regain.
Your sense of purpose and move on.
There’s nothing more you could have done
Another lesson you have learned
you sometimes get your fingers burned.
Just persevere and you’ll make good
the way you always knew you would.
We don’t award fancy degrees
nor give cast iron guarantees.
What you learn are realities
unlike other universities.
24-Jun-07
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Tell A Lie
Tell a lie against a liar
As it will put him on the pyre
And add to it some good butter
This will make him a good food of the fire.
Thousand lies can not make a truth
But the truth can die a gruesome death
So I must have to tell a lie to save the truth
Lies are like salt and pepper to the wound
And lies can bread fast without any ground
The inflicted wound of the truth getting sour
And the life of the truth becomes too bitter
So it is better to tell a lie against a lie
Though I know it will not make a truth but makes the lie die
The lie can not go scot-free and be allowed freely to multiply.
So the liar must be checkmated by a lie and stunned his growth
As it will strangulate him and he will be out of breath to death.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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I Want to Be True
I don't want to be clever or witty or wise
I just want to be true.
Truth?
Truth was us when, inside me, you looked into my eyes and found my love,
Truth was us when we laughed and played,
Truth was us when you cared too much for me to make love to me,
Truth was us, when knowing me, you were brave in your words and helped me be true.
Truth?
Truth was your tenderness, your joy, your heart.
Truth was my surrender, my giving, my happiness.
Truth was your love, was my love, was the love we created between us.
The truth was our honesty and ease.
Truth?
Truth is the emptiness I feel at my loss of you,
Truth is my naïve hope, all present, that you will come to me,
Truth is the pain at night while I grieve for you,
Truth is my smile and my love playing the memories.
Truth is this moment, the now, the present.
The truth is I had something more than wonderful, and I can't have it anymore.
The truth is I so wish I was with you.
Truth?
So many truths?
I will be true in the moment. x
poem by Susan Cook
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The dark days
Life these day is hard
Since being a good man
Means your are mad
The heart of men followeth vanity
Oh how sad
The good man turn bad
I have search all my life
To understand life
That which is great to attain
Since the good man
Even suffers in pain
And there is nothing to gain
How come everyone has forgotten
As the truth in there
Is getting rotten
Like unpreserved dead body
Persuaded to feel sorry
Since the truth makes one an enemy
I have been seduced to my confusion
For doing good is an abomination
poem by Matt Ancient
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Moving Pictures
Life is only a moving picture
Nothing in life is a permanent fixture
Oh no oh oh no
Black girls, white girls oh what a mixture
Looking as pretty as a picture
Oh no oh oh no
We live, we die no one knows why
We come, we go we see the show
And its always moving, always moving
Life is only a moving picture
Oh, life can sometimes not be very nice
But then you make your choice so you must pay the price
You take the good and bad cos lifes all work and play
And it soon fades away
Oh no oh oh no
Life is only what you make out
So make the verses rhyme and all the pieces fit
There isnt any time to make much sense of it
It soon fades away
Oh no oh oh no
Life is only a moving picture
Nothing in life is a permanent fixture
Oh no oh oh no
We live, we die no one knows why
We come, we go we see the show
And its always moving, always moving
Look at all those moving pictures
Nothing in life is a permanent fixture
Oh no oh oh no
Its only moving, only moving, only moving pictures
song performed by by Kinks
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God's Poets A Good Poem & Love
GOD'S POETS
The prize jewels of any nation
Are the philosophers of the heart.
How they think is universal
For it's God who makes them so smart.
Most poets tell the truth of life
Though they may wrap it in beauty.
It's their passion, not their purpose
To compose is but their duty.
Poets have no reason to lie
When the truth is always so clear.
All that others say and do
Is but food for the poet's ear.
One merit of a poet's work
Which most cannot deny.
They say more and in fewer words
To illuminate you and I.
God sent His poets down to earth
With words of wisdom and of worth.
That they might touch the souls of men
And bring them back to Him again.
A GOOD POEM
A good poem paints a picture
For both your heart and brain.
It doesn't need a second chance
To make its meaning plain.
A good poem is like the flower
The lily or the rose.
God plants it in a poet's brain
And there its beauty grows.
A good poem like a cardinal
Is pregnant with song
You can't help but hear its message
As it sings what's right or wrong.
A good poem helps us remember
What the joys of life are for
It makes us want to love someone
Till death comes knocking at our door.
What Is Truth?
What is Truth? said those of old,
Who, oft warned by Israel's God,
Whose daring deeds, then all untold,
Brought down on them the Avenger's rod.
What is Truth? was asked by one
Whom Israel had been taught to fear,
Whilst, with scorn, he looked upon
The very truth that was so near.
What is Truth? said Pilate, when
The truth had reached his inmost heart
Washing clean his hands again,
In murder, said he'd have no part.
What is Truth? the sland'rer says—
Is it to blast my neighbours' name;
Them defaming all my days—
Acting as though I had no shame?
What is Truth? the tyrant said,
Whilst he enslav'd his fellow-man:
Now my will shall be obey'd,
For who my right will dare to scan?
What is Truth? the miser says,
While counting o'er his ill-got gain:
What care I for her good ways,
So I the 'yellow dross' obtain.
What is Truth? the sceptic says,
While doubt and fears annoy his path:
Shall I heed her peaceful ways,
Or meet at last indignant wrath?
What is Truth? the Christian cries,
Publishing a Saviour's love,
While from earth to heaven he hies—
To the starry realms above.
What is Truth? I may not tell—
What is 'the Truth' shall be made known;
What is Truth, remember well,
Is firm as God's eternal throne!
poem by Benjamin Cutler Clark
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Maalaala Mo Kaya?
in worship of the truth
love bends
the chaos begins
the porcelain shatters
and she picks the
pieces piecing them
all again
the cracks insist
that this is something wrong
waste of so much pain
she insists on the power
of truth's liberation
she bows to take all
the consequences
the writer of the story
makes the truth victorious
and love is regained
the pieces back to their places
the family is whole again
in real life however i wonder
what if she just kept things to herself
conceals the truth for good
and no one should have been shattered
just like what my mother did
then there would have been no story after all
no one would have been listening
for an hour or more
wondering what happens to truth at the
last episode
mother was indeed different
for like the earth she believes that not all
need not be known
some things that hurt may better be left
unknown unsaid untouched
i guess i agree with her
underneath this earth some magma keeps the fury
at the surface the earth keeps the peace
the harmony and the moment
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Freedom in Faith
HIS MIND alone is kingly who (though one)
But venerates of present things or past
What he believeth good, kneeling to none
Save God and Truth! Who awed not by this vast
And shadowy scheme of Life, but anchored fast
In Love and sitting central like the sun
So gives his mental beams to pierce and run
Through all its secrets while his days may last;
And thus progressive, little faith hath he
For mysteries, till sounding them he hear
The gathered tones of their stirr’d depths agree
With that religious harmony severe
Which anthems to his spiritual ear
The invisible Presence of the Deity.
poem by Charles Harpur
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Truth For All
There is a Truth for all to behold, a need that never grows old,
One sound Truth under the sun, to be addressed by everyone,
A Truth that’s meant for all, isn’t embraced because of the fall.
As Satan darkens the heart, from this Truth, many men depart.
This Truth crosses party lines, and is to be shared at all times,
A truth not limited to a season, or dismissed by man’s reason,
It is one Truth bound in grace, and available to all in any place,
Truth from the Eternal King, which on earth impacts everything.
The Truth that I’m speaking of, is God’s Truth from God above,
It is The Revelation from God, sent to all upon this earthly sod,
Truth which transcends the earth, leading men to Eternal Worth,
God’s Eternal Truth to each nation, sent to all in His Revelation.
His Truth surpasses political views, providing to all Good News,
Tidings, sent through Jesus Christ, by God, to every human life,
Not for the righteous you know, as their religion’s only for show,
But, it’s for that repentant heart, who in Christ wants a new start.
Not for those dark and depraved, who see no need to be saved,
And being so spiritually deceived, God’s Truth is never received,
But, His Truth, for all who heed, supplies us with our every need,
Believing souls, like you and me, along with a New Life eternally.
(Copyright ©10/2008)
“Finger Lick‘in Truth”
If the truth was pretty
And it smelled just right…
Or it taste like a t-bone
And came in diet light…
If truth was static free
And came in easy stages…
Or in scratch n sniff colors
On large n glossy pages…
If the truth looked good
On my arm uptown…
Or sang like a bird
In a sequin gown…
But, … the fool is king, his folly law
His head is thick and fingers raw
Justice is blind and wisdom’s a pearl
Luck is a lady and Truth’s a girl
Her sister is good intentions
The procrastinating whore
Who knocks down the walls
And ignores all the doors
From her cuts I have learned
Truth is the flame, not the burn
She won’t change and she won’t bend
Way too uppity for my friends
To some, Truth is getting rich
And finding perfect mates
But Truth is just a lonely girl
Who never gets a date
poem by Blind Pathos
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