Do You Think You're Honest?
Many times honesty becomes a
question of affordability. It is far
easier to be honest if you have
all that you need. Try being honest
when homeless, disenfranchised or
badly in need of food. You see...given the
time and circumstances...honesty
becomes a question affordability.
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There Are Times When Honesty Is A Luxury...
There are times when honesty is a luxury.
Like any luxury it always remains
a question of affordability
Affordability
There are times when honesty is a luxury.
Like any luxury it always remains
a question of affordability
In all honesty
In all honesty
today has been
something out of the ordinary.
In all honesty
I could do with some christmas carols
and a mug of hot chocolate.
In all honesty
walking on the road without a sidewalk
is more exhilerating than anything else.
In all honesty
watching fog settle over the road
can bring tears to anyones eyes.
In all honesty
you're the only person
I'm mostly honest to.
In all honesty
this poem
is entirely honest.
poem by Erica Francis
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Whether Or Not You Are Honest With Me Now
You have allowed me to question your honesty,
For too long.
And for too long,
You have chosen to deceive.
Whether or not you are honest with me now,
Is not of an importance.
Not to me.
Nor will erase my apathy.
Or a priority that has increased,
To please my own needs.
With a total unconcerned,
About what it is you do.
Or caring less,
About what it is that is in the best of 'your' interest.
This is a fact.
Not an attitude.
For too long you have ignored my wellbeing.
With activities done by you to prove to me,
Your main objective,
Has been yourself.
And...
As times do change,
I have welcomed them.
You have allowed me to question your honesty,
For too long.
And for too long,
You have chosen to deceive.
Whether or not you are honest with me now,
Is not of an importance.
Not to me.
Nor will erase my apathy.
Or a priority that has increased,
To please my own needs.
I simply can not be stirred to excitement,
Over something that could have been shared...
By the both of us.
If you cared.
But you didn't.
And that...
You have made known as shown.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Honesty verses loyalty
Loyalty is being honest to a person;
Honesty is being loyal to a cause.
Loyalty is being faithful
And honesty, being virtuous.
Kumbakarna was loyal;
Vibhishna was honest.
The world is run by loyalty
Rather than by honesty.
07.09.2009
[Kumbakarna and Vibhishna are yonger brothers of King Ravana in the Hindu epic Ramayana.]
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The trite saying that honesty is the best policy has met with the just criticism that honesty is not policy. The real honest man is honest from conviction of what is right, not from policy.
quote by Robert E. Lee
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A child, from the time he can think, should think about all he sees, should suffer for all who cannot live with honesty, should work so that all men can be honest, and should be honest himself.
quote by Jose Marti
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Though it is tough
Though it is tough Few tell lies, honesty is found Majority are liars It is much more honorable to be honest Honesty is the best legacy The narrow path leads through narrow path of honesty and so trouble gets far away from our domain We see and acknowledge it is true
poem by Olayemi Ayo
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Do You Love Me
Why do you have to complicate my life
by asking if I love you?
Isn’t it enough for me to hold you in my arms
and spend my nights with you?
Please don’t push me for an answer,
I just enjoy being with you.
I could say yes and don’t mean it,
but that wouldn’t be honest with you.
What makes you ask that question,
when I never ask it of you?
I know you tell me you love me everyday
and it’s so obvious I’m happy with you.
I would like to say yes to your question,
but to be perfectly honest with you…
I’m frightened to make the commitment,
but if I was in love, it would be with you.
Love binds hearts, minds, and souls together,
so once I tell you that I love you
I will give you my everything forever,
even my very being for you.
So it’s not just a simple yes or no
that I would give to you.
It would be my life, body, and soul
that I would entrust to you.
So would you be willing to give such a love
if I put the same question to you?
Just think about it and be as honest with me,
as I have tried to be with you.
poem by Orlando Belo
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The first question at that time in poetry was simply the question of honesty, of sincerity.
quote by George Oppen
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Almost any difficulty will move in the face of honesty. When I am honest I never feel stupid. And when I am honest I am automatically humble.
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Ugly demonstration of affordability
Ugly demonstration of affordability
It is a 2000 students studying school
In a developing economy
It is a great feeling to see kids of
Varying ages crossing me
As I went to dropp my grandchild
While it is a pleasure to watch kids
It was paining me more to see
How these kids reach the school
Not less than 1000 automobiles
It can be a bus, car, two-wheeler
All crowding the entrance of the school
And all creating a traffic jam
In the main road adjacent
No one seems to be disturbed by this
A closer look made me realize
That it was more demonstration of affordability
Than really giving comfort to the
School attending kids
I saw more number of parents and elderly
Than the students themselves
Cars come with two or more
To dropp a kid
Two wheelers carried both the parents
To dropp their beloved kids
Three wheeler Autorikshaws, vans, mini buses
And so many countless vehicles
Crowd the school
At a time when
People rush to offices and workplaces
In the main road
We are thinking in terms reducing
Carbon dioxide emissions
While we introduce emissions
By using vehicles for a jolly drop
What message we are giving children
Is also to be examined
May be, child lives with the feeling
That this comfort will be ever available
As their parents can afford
Affordability is an individual assessment
But the demonstration of affordability
Is not expected to damage the collective sustainability
Surely, we cannot afford children
This comfort
As the world is thinking in terms cutting
The emissions by around twenty percent
Let parents give a rethinking
To this
Ugly demonstration of affordability
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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I Owe It First To Myself To Be Honest
I owe it first to myself to be honest.
I use to believe it did not matter,
If I kept the depth of my feelings hidden.
But then I realized I had a wish,
To have at least one person unafraid...
To escape and leave behind their pretentions.
And today after doing it to strip myself free,
My ability to recognize honesty in others...
Is a feeling I get that is non-verbally expressed.
And I could care less,
Who accepts expressed pretentions!
I owe it first to myself to be honest.
I had been the last to know I'd been tricked,
By the foolishness of believing others had arrived.
To find myself deluded in the midst,
Of those too comfortable with the telling of lies.
I can now detect with my ears and eyes.
To leave my honesty disguised if I must.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Admittance
I was thanked for my honesty today
A noble deed.
The truth unfolded
A validation of an honest woman
But yet I lie
and I lie
and I lie
Just like him
and you
and you.
So where does that leave me
Lying in a cesspool of honesty
Or just merely keeping my head above water
Escaping death only to drown
In your sea of mediocrity
poem by Alien Girl
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Honesty enriches mind
What is honesty?
Get not, hold not,
What is not due.
Cheat not, lie not,
For any profit.
Accept the mistakes.
Regret the failures.
Repent the wrongs.
Repeat not the wrong.
Then you are honest.
Honesty earns acceptance,
That only we crave.
Wealth dispels not loneliness,
30.05.2001, Berh
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Height Of Honesty
'Three friends once, in the course of conversation,
Touch'd upon honesty: 'No virtue better,'
Says Dick, quite lost in sweet self-admiration,
'I'm sure I'm honest;--ay--beyond the letter:
You know the field I rent; beneath the ground
My plough stuck in the middle of a furrow
And there a pot of golden coins I found!
My landlord has it, without fail, to-morrow.'
Thus modestly his good intents he told:
'But stay,' says Bob,' we soon shall see who's best,
A _stranger_ left with me uncounted gold!
But I'll not touch it; which is honestest?'
'Your honest acts I've heard,' says Jack, 'but I
Have done much better, would that all folks learn'd it,
Mine is the highest pitch of honesty--
I borrow'd an umbrella and--_return'd it!!
poem by Martin Farquhar Tupper
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You Asked For This
You asked for this.
And every bit of what I have,
Is yours from me to be given.
You asked for this!
Oh yes,
You did.
We agreed to always between us,
Have honesty.
And my being honest,
You now wish...
I wouldn't easily be as free,
To share this honesty we agreed.
You asked for this!
Oh yes,
You did.
And now you murmur,
Between clinched teeth and twisted lips...
Your hips belong in a thong bathing suit.
And I say the wearing of that thong is wrong.
You just don't look good at all in it.
And if I suggested,
Your hips and chest block out the Sunset...
You declare me insensitive.
When it is only honesty from me to you I give.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Promises Must Be Kept
A promise is a vow of honesty
And honesty is the foundation of love.
Love is a bond that can never break,
As it falls from the heavenly skies above.
But what is a bond that cannot break
If dishonesty gets in its way?
What is a connection worth to us both
If pain and suffering is what we must pay?
If it's something about me, my love, let me know
And I'll readily fix what I've done.
But I think, if we're honest, it's not at all me,
Only you and your life on the run.
For a virtuous vow of honesty
Is a promise you shouldn't accept,
If it's always replaced by excuses and lies.
A promise is a promise and must be kept.
poem by DiaDuit Cluaiste
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Like Leaves On a Tree
There is so much honesty in truth.
Don't you think?
Once that is known...
It doesn't have to be shown.
One can see it.
Like leaves on a tree.
There is so much truth in honesty too!
Don't you think?
Some people don't believe this.
They percieve truth,
As something they can create.
Something they can change,
When they feel it is out of date.
Some people even lie.
This is true.
Some tell different colored ones...
Just to prove the 'real' ones,
Aren't what they tell to undo!
Some people embellish,
And exaggerate themselves.
Knowing with a consciousness,
Truth and honest...
Does not within them dwell.
They are the ones,
Who love to dance and sing around the bush.
Beat it a few times with assisted innocent looks.
Then expect to be forgiven...
To escape a punishment.
Like children told over and over,
Not to do something done.
But do...
And yet expect not to get caught,
When in clear view.
There is so much honesty in truth.
Don't you think?
Once that is known...
It doesn't have to be shown.
One can see it.
Like leaves on a tree.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Another Sad Story...Another Broken Heart
She once cared so much
If I am to belive the words she wrote
But she only cared while it suited her
And when I began to care
I felt compassion for her
And I treated her the only way I could
with honesty
But honesty was too harsh
She thought I was not on her side
She miscalculated again
A hair-trigger defense mechanism
I felt her hurt
But I despised it
Because all about her was false
except for the self loathing....that was honest
and honest too was this:
Her act of caring
but her inability to care for anyone
But herself
In parting I felt her private hell
I cared deeply
but it did no good in the end
and the futility of it was something I was not prepared for
She was not the one for me
and that rendered me meaningless and useless
But I loved her anyway
And that's the part that hurt
That she had no idea that it meant anything
She walled herself off in a little room
and closed the cover on herself
locked in a sad story
that nobody is allowed to know of
but the page that was me
was thrown into the fire
as if I never existed
I was trying to let her know
The stories always end the same
The End!
poem by James T. Adair
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