Burning In The Bush
Widowed recently, the lady said:
“I mustn’t rush back to the world, ”
but took him to her marriage bed
to show him hairs that all were curled.
“It seems that she’s not thinking straight, ”
he thought, and very soon began to push
where it was clear she couldn’t wait,
since she was burning in her bush.
Whenever we are feeling lonely
the truth longer seems clear-cut,
and words we say are never only
the truth, the whole truth, nothing but.
Inspired by Robert Pinsky’s review of Elmore Leonard’s “Road Dogs” in the NYT Book Review, May 31,2009 (“Playing Dirty: Elmore Leonard’s latest novel stars three familiar voices in a twisting tale of seduction and betrayal”:
The virtuoso storyteller Elmore Leonard has been rightly praised for his technique: hot, fast narrative, tasty dialogue, strokes of character so quick they’re invisible, never a detail that doesn’t move things ahead. It’s wonderful how much Leonard can do with a five-¬syllable sentence like “She left with the check.” But a good book should also be about something. Although it isn’t always mentioned, Leonard’s books have subjects. “Road Dogs” is about the varying degrees of truth and baloney in human relationships. Sometimes the truth or the baloney is lethal. Droll and exciting, enriched by the self-aware, what-the-hell-why-not insouciance of a master now in his mid-80s, “Road Dogs” — underlying its material of sex, violence and money, and beyond its cast of cons and thugs and movie stars — presents interesting questions….
In a similar way, Jack’s thoughts when he’s about to have sex with a recently widowed movie star, or not, resemble those of a screenwriter. At poolside, after a dip, about to change clothes, she has said, “I’ve been thinking. I might be rushing my return to the world”: “He turned to look at her and said, ‘I know, ’ nodding, showing he was wise as well as patient. He thought he might as well continue once he started, get it all out, and said, ‘I understand.’ He said there was no reason to hurry, it would work out or it wouldn’t. They liked each other and they’d get to it one day. The way he said it was, ‘We’ll express our love one day, ’ and thought he should have said ‘show our love, ’ but didn’t like that either. He should’ve said, they’d get to it, with a grin, and let it go at that.”
5/31/09
poem by Gershon Hepner
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I love Elmore Leonard. To me, True Romance is basically like an Elmore Leonard movie.
quote by Quentin Tarantino
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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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The Four Friends
Ernest was an elephant, a great big fellow,
Leonard was a lion with a six foot tail,
George was a goat, and his beard was yellow,
And James was a very small snail.
Leonard had a stall, and a great big strong one,
Earnest had a manger, and its walls were thick,
George found a pen, but I think it was the wrong one,
And James sat down on a brick
Earnest started trumpeting, and cracked his manger,
Leonard started roaring, and shivered his stall,
James gave a huffle of a snail in danger
And nobody heard him at all.
Earnest started trumpeting and raised such a rumpus,
Leonard started roaring and trying to kick,
James went on a journey with the goats new compass
And he reached the end of his brick.
Ernest was an elephant and very well intentioned,
Leonard was a lion with a brave new tail,
George was a goat, as I think I have mentioned,
but James was only a snail.
poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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St. Leonard
Of Frankish noble stock was born
Saint Leonard in 5th century.
His people were king’s courtiers
Of Clovis I, a pagan king;
He prayed to God for safe childbirth
and queen had a safe delivery.
The queen had joked to Leonard once
To stop an army’s invasion,
And Leonard prayed to living God,
And turned the battle’s tide, his side!
The king and many others got
Converted to Christianity;
Leonard had rode a donkey all day,
And got the land from king afree!
There-in, he built his monastery
And lived a hermit’s life austere
Preaching about the God, one true;
His brother Lifiard turned a saint!
Leonard then went to Limousin,
A forest where he lived alone,
a life of solitude and ate
just herbs and fruits found in the wild.
Converting those who came his way,
releasing prisoners by his sway,
he turned a saint and passed away.
They built some churches in his name:
the patron saint of prisoners all;
women in labor, locksmiths, miners.
Nov 6th is St. Leonard’s feast day.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-11-11
poem by John Celes
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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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(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!
Book - what they make a movie out of for television.
quote by Leonard L. Levinson
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I will write some real poetry
Sometimes life is just not fair
and what you expect
doesn’t happen
and merit takes a hike
and is away
on a super bike.
Let somebody’s literary expert
stumble over some more words
and see Leonard Cohen
cloned in what I write
“and if you want
to strike me down in anger
here I stand
I’m your man”
but I will write
some real poetry
while the world goes on…
[Reference: I’m your man by Leonard Cohen.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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poem by David Keig
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Which Is Which
> To beware of the truth.
> Is truth...it, self?
> So, what is truth?
>
> Is truth, true love?
> Or...just a reality?
> To be a man...is that truth?
>
> A man...is reality.
> A woman...is reality.
> To be woman...is that truth?
>
> To have more then one partner
> Is a reality of the world.
>
> Which this world agrees.
> Truth is; in my point of view
> Is what one claims to be truth.
>
> But, the truth is whatever you
> Are doing as I speak.
> A woman is good for the soul.
>
> That truth is very bold.
> A man lives for his manhood
> So I am told.
>
> Is it truth or reality?
> Respect is in the middle of the spectrum.
> Male vs. Female
>
>
> That is truth.
> Man being woman
> A reality.
>
> Woman being man...
> She tries.
> Respect cover both the unreal and the wise.
>
> Truth or reality...we never really
> Give it much thought.
> Maybe it was the way we are taught.
>
> Truth or reality...
> Which is Which?
>
>
> whisperkwane
>
> [email protected]
>
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In dreams the truth is learned that all good works are done in the absence of a caress.
quote by Leonard Cohen
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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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Sad But The Truth Is On
There are too many bold,
Sad but the truth is on.
And too may all-knowing for their teachers.
Sad but the truth is on.
And they say their teachers can't teach,
Or read, or write to them...
On their lowered levels.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
Many never knew about a hug to touch.
Sad but the truth is on.
There's just too many needing loving.
Sad but the truth is on.
And they don't believe a lesson taught to them,
Reveals and begins to grow to show.
Sad but the truth is on.
It's so sad but the truth is on.
It's so sad about the truth!
The truth for so many has gone.
It's so sad to see it...
Nonexisting.
Sad but the truth is on.
It's so sad but the truth is on.
It's sad about the truth,
Today!
For so many that truth is gone.
It's so sad today...
That,
People sit back to watch it too!
Sad but the truth is on.
It's so sad but the truth is on.
Everybody's talking about a fairness.
But nothing there is fair.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
And,
Everything once fair there is gone.
'Cause nothing in the air is fair there!
Everybody's talking about a fairness.
But nothing there is fair.
And,
Everything once fair there is gone.
Because nothing in the air is fair,
There!
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
Everything once fair there is gone.
Because nothing in the air is fair,
There!
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
It's a long and lonely,
Sentimental journey.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
It's a long and lonely,
Sentimental journey.
Sad but the truth is on.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The book tour has been really interesting and very gratifying. I have not book toured before. I've never had quite as much pleasure, as much satisfaction.
quote by Leonard Nimoy
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I Gotta Try
by Kenny Loggins & Michael McDonald
Maybe it's true what they say about it
Maybe we can't make the ends meet
Maybe we'll all have to do without it
Maybe this world's just incomplete
Still we all look for truth in our lives
Searching from different sides
It's so hard living in a desperate world
But we all do the best that we can
Some people dream of change
Some will remain the same
But all of 'em live their lives
Under the gun
Some see the road as clear
Some say the end is here
They say it's a hopeless fight
But I say, I gotta try
Maybe there's to much to think about
Maybe there just ain't nothin' left to say
But if our time's really runnin' out
Then this is no time to run away
"Cause we're destined to look for truth in this life
Blinded by tearful eyes
If it's no use tryin' in a desperate world
Then tell me, why was I born?
Some people see a change
Some will remain the same
All of 'em live their life
Under the gun
Some see the road as clear
Some say the end is here
They say it's a hopeless fight
But I say, I gotta try
Lonely, living too lonely
Is it too late
To turn it all around?
Some people dream of change
Some will remain the same
But all of 'em live their lives
Under the gun
Some see the road as clear
Some say the end is here
They say it's a hopeless fight
But I say, I gotta try and change
Though others remain the same
All of us live our lives
Under the gun
Some see the road as clear
Some say the end is here
They say it's a hopeless fight
But I say, I gotta try and change
Someone's living
Someone's givin' up
Someone's tryin'
Someone's cryin' out
Still we live under the gun
1982 Milk Money Music and
Genevieve Music (ASCAP)
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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The Road Through Chaos
I.
There is one road, one only, to the Light:
A narrow way, but Freedom walks therein;
A straight, firm road through Chaos and old Night,
And all these wandering Jack-o-Lents of Sin.
It is the road of Law, where Pilate stays
To hear, at last, the answer to his cry;
And mighty sages, groping through their maze
Of eager questions, hear a child reply.
_Truth? What is Truth?_ Come, look upon my tables.
Begin at your beginnings once again.
_Twice one is two!_ Though all the rest be fables,
Here's one poor glimpse of Truth to keep you sane.
For Truth, at first, is clean accord with fact,
Whether in line or thought, or word, or act.
II.
Then, by those first, those clean, precise, accords,
Build to the Lord your temples and your song;
The curves of beauty, music's wedded chords
Resolving into heaven all hate and wrong.
Let harmonies of colour marry and follow
And breaking waves in a rhythmic dance ensue;
And all your thought fly free as the wings of the swallow,
Whose arrowy curves obey their measure, too.
Then shall the marching stars and tides befriend you,
And your own heart, and the world's heart, pulse in rhyme;
Then shall the mob of the passions that would rend you
Crown you their Captain and march on in time.
So shall you repossess your struggling soul,
Conquer your world, and find the eternal goal.
poem by Alfred Noyes
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I used to..
I used to think there were princesses.
But now I know the truth.
I always thought your Prince comes on a horse
But I never would see one
If I could I would erase every fariytale
I would not let them lie
I never knew that a horse wouldn't come
But I might find someone
I can't find him on a horse
But I can look for one and hope
I won't listen to fariytales
But I might hope about it
I used to believe there were princesses
But now I know reality
poem by Rebecca Leonard
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Purely Metaphysical-Letters to a Consciousness Waiting in Waste Letter X
Suffering made a brief visit in my life early this morning.
Instead of finding you last night I was found by another. She would not compete.
However mistakes had to be made in order for me to grow to the next realisation of truth.
Truth that I love you and no other.
Truth that you live and grow in my heart.
Truth that you are always in my thoughts.
Truth that I must tell you how I feel.
More and more, I grow courageous enough to express my compassion for you.
Truth is to live my life with you, freely and forever.
I will never hurt truth.
I will live and love truth.
I will know, understand and believe truth.
I will do everything I can to let you know truth.
I will not fear truth.
If you reject me, I will still love.
If you accept me, we will become love.
The truth of love
poem by Steve Bergwerff
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The Truth Is
the truth is I want to run,
the truth is I can't touch the sun.
So why dont i just return, even though I'm burnt
The truth is I pretend,
The truth is I cant defend
so why can't I faceoff even though I'm continously blamed.
the truth is I'm scared
the truth is we can't pair
so why do i plead for you whenever I pray.
the truth is i can be easily manipulated,
you think i dont knw, How'm I being treated?
and no matter how you pump me I'll never be conceited
the truth is I can't let it go
but this is all i can show
so I'll never look back and I'll go
Chamber
I lost myself last night, I lost myself in you,
Your world is a chamber,
I walk into your room, I wish this was my tomb,
You're pure,
burning slowly, she's sleeping softly
Your mind is a stranger,
If this is comfort, a mutual feeling,
I'm falling, myself,
In love and love,
Tell me why I am lying here with you
Just moving swinzy, but I am burning
It's dark but it's still so bright,
You kiss me softly, I stop and lips touch
I'm falling myself
In love and love,
(every night)
I'm never there for you,
Tell me why I am lying here with you every night,
I'll never know the truth,
Tell me why I am lying here with you every night,
I thought that you were gone, but you're still a part of me
Your spirit still holds on, playing cards with me
Emotions in this truck, made for if you dream,
I left my options stuck, still be thinking of you and me.
Why I am lying here with you
Why I am lying here with you
I'm never there for us,
Tell me why I am lying here with you every night,
I'll never know the truth,
Tell me why I am lying here with you every night,
I'm never there for you,
Tell me why I am lying here with you every night,
I'll never know the truth,
Why?
song performed by by Inme
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