Just One More Sonnet 138!
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We get enough false-speaking tongues posted
where simple truth is suppressed
and vitriolic bile is expressed!
His days may be past the best,
if truth were told,
but the baritone sings on
oblivious and proud!
poem by Michael Pruchnicki
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Sonnet 138: When my love swears that she is made of truth
When my love swears that she is made of truth
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutored youth,
Unlearnèd in the world's false subtleties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue;
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed.
But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O, love's best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love, loves not to have years told.
Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flattered be.
poem by William Shakespeare
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Of human bondage
When my love and I mutually swear that we both are made of truth
I do believe her, though I know she is fickle; full of frauds and dry lies,
Making me wondering if she might think me some untutored youth,
Unlearnèd in the ways of the vast world's false cunning subtleties.
Thus lying to each other, I cannot tell if she thinks me young,
Although in her mind she knows my days are past their best,
Being an occasional adulterous myself, I credit her false-speaking tongue;
On both sides hypocrisy thrives and thus is simple truth suppressed.
But wherefore I can never say or guess when and if she is unjust?
Consuming fresh young flesh wherefore say not I that I am old?
The thrusting thought that love's best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love, loves not to have years told.
Therefore I do bed her, and she does bed me,
And in our faults by lies and by false evasive excuses we flattered be.
Beware when being seduced by sweet fresh younger nymph's kind
Love becomes a monster that plays havoc with your mind
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The 'Truth
How do we know we are speaking the truth.
Because we got it from a 'reliable' source,
And who told you it was a 'reliable' source.
Ha, Is there any thing that is really called the truth.
For, every 'truth' told in this twisted and sinister world,
A lie is invented, concocted, told.
And when a question is asked, and the truth is required,
And if told, many events, considered dire,
Happen in response,
A white lie is told.
But the whitest lie, considered the truthful lie,
Thought up by those considered wise and selfless,
Is really the darkest, blackest, most deceiving lies of all.
Over time stories, true stories, turn to myths, myths to legends.
so why not lies, white lies too.
Centuries, years, maybe even weeks and days,
Turns the most deceiving and evil lies into the 'truth'.
So I come back to my original question,
But don't misconstrue my words,
For I dear not defy the truth,
The truth, so rare, that passes us unnoticed, unseen, undetected,
The rare truth that exists in this dark, sinister world.
So yes,
How do we know we are speaking the truth.
The truth, the truth, the lie.
poem by Michael Devenish
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The Lying Truth
How do we know we are speaking the truth.
Because we got it from a 'reliable' source,
And who told you it was a 'reliable' source.
Ha, Is there any thing that is really called the truth.
For, every 'truth' told in this twisted and sinister world,
A lie is invented, concocted, told.
And when a question is asked, and the truth is required,
And if told, many events, considered dire,
Happen in response,
A white lie is told.
But the whitest lie, considered the truthful lie,
Thought up by those considered wise and selfless,
Is really the darkest, blackest, most deceiving lies of all.
Over time stories, true stories, turn to myths, myths to legends.
so why not lies, white lies too.
Centuries, years, maybe even weeks and days,
Turns the most deceiving and evil lies into the 'truth'.
So I come back to my original question,
But don't misconstrue my words,
For I dear not defy the truth,
The truth, so rare, that passes us unnoticed, unseen, undetected,
The rare truth that exists in this dark, sinister world.
So yes,
How do we know we are speaking the truth.
The truth, the truth, the lie.
poem by Michael Devenish
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False Truth
False truth
Just like a word that says
Love will always find the way
No matter how hard
No matter how much
I want to hear what i want
I want to see what i like
As simple as that
Yet it's impossible to be done
Because it's just a false truth
That would never be found
A personal satisfaction within
Called ''Happiness''
Let it slide
Begone for tomorrow
Because when it's the time
You'll learn and see
That truth is just a truth
A fact that simply
Without false
And without doubt…
poem by Alva Cross
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poem by David Keig
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Simple truth
please just tell,
tell me the truth,
its really simple,
tell the truth....
do you really love me
do you really care about me...
tell me please,
you wont hurt my feelings or anything i just want to know.
i need to know the truth.
do you believe in forever
i need the truth.
look me in eyes and tell me
the simple truth......
i will understand...
but i have to hear it to believe it...
dont lie,
tell the simple truth...
poem by Kanako Izumkui
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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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(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!
Media Truth
in today's Media
the truth is not
always to be told
wekileaks
has no right
to inform you
you have no right
to know
wekileaks is closed
What is truth?
sometimes
a few simple truths
need to be told
with child proof
simplicity
thy shalt not lie
thy shalt not
bear false witness
call evil good
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Tell us The Truth
Tell us the truth
Tell us the truth
They said.
So he told them
The Truth,
Untainted
Undiluted
Straight
Direct
That's not the truth
It hurts,
They said.
Tell us the 'real' truth,
The Truth!
So he repeated it.
Again, the unadulterated
Spotless,
Plain truth.
You do not like us, do you, they said.
We're asking you
For the 'proper' truth,
The 'Real Truth',
Not
This hurtful rubbish
Tell us that truth
Tell us that truth.
So, weary,
And now wary,
He told it to them
Once more.
He did not change his story,
He told them
What he had always believed in,
He told them
That no matter how unpleasant
It sounded,
His feelings for them
Remained the same
He gave it to them
Once more,
Direct,
Undiluted,
Impartially,
But passionately nevertheless.
The Truth.
Go away, go away
They said.
You do not understand us
You do not like us.
Go away.
So goes the story
Of how they lost
The best leader
They could ever have had,
The only one
Who really understood them,
The only one
Who wanted nothing
But the best
'For Them',
The only one
Who never shied away
From The Truth
The only one
Who loved them as they were.
(Year 2002, Mars, The Sun Galaxy)
poem by District 13 Okiso Sooki
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Truth will ever Soothe
Truth will never die
It is patiently waiting
To come out one day
To be seen by all of us
It may now lose a deal
But, it is calculating
To strike at the right time
Its power, none can fathom
When truth is spoken
There Angels surround
And bless the soul
That fights for truth
Truth will at last triumph
It seems it has now lost
But, that is an illusion
Truth will one day win
So speak the truth always
Uttering lie invites disgrace
Wherever truth is suppressed
It, at the right time, erupts.
poem by Mailrangam Visvanathan Venkataraman
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My Daughter Truth
Don't look for an easy answer. For those who tell you what you want to learn.Follow for I have called you to live in truth. Love the truth and seek the truth. And follow passionately for the way of truth that leads to life, For my truth will set me free written 11/6/08 Posted 11/8/08
poem by Susie Sunshine
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Paradox of Truth
The most subtle lies art the greatest truth
Like the fairy tales of our imaginative youth
Each truth a paradox, a lie does tell
A truth somewhere in mythical spell
When one lies, truth still speaks
For in everything doth truth seek
To express itself to hearts to behold
The truth of life in every lie told
Told in such eloquent song
There is truth in something especially wrong
Rhetoric, myths, ignorance and lies
Truth in all, every truth belies.
If thou don't believe it is certainly true
For to believe is true to me and you
And in this poem if you believe no truth
Let this poem be truth's own proof….
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Nothing in the world is harder than speaking the truth and nothing easier than flattery. If there's the hundredth part of a false note in speaking the truth, it leads to a discord, and that leads to
trouble. But if all, to the last note, is false in flattery, it is just as agreeable, and is heard not without satisfaction. It may be a coarse satisfaction, but still a satisfaction. And however coarse the flattery, at least half will be sure to seem true. That’s so for all stages of development and classes of society.
Crime and Punishment in Fyodor Dostoevsky
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The UnDistinguishable
Amazing how people can be blinded from the truth for so long
because the truth always hides behind a few walls
A few names, a few stickers, posted on the refridgerator
The truth, you all assumed you knew, but you didn't
But you can't call me cold & heartless, because you don't know me
Because you don't know me, you can't stop me
& ironically, I can't stop you, from believing what you grasp to be the Truth
The Truth, .. that is really undistinguishable!
poem by Dan Gregory
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The perception of truth
Fact exists, truth needs to be believed
My truth is important to me
I also understand that
Your truth is important, to you
My life is not just a single truth
But a village of many kinds of truth
The version you believe, may be different from mine
And both versions are true, to each of us
The duality of truth
Fights for resolution
And yet, coexists
Quietly, when it needs to
Funny concept this truth
Does fact indeed exist?
And do we really need,
To believe the truth?
Are both just empty shadows
We chase, to play our role
In a divine comedy
For an audience of one
poem by Anita Atina
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There To Visit And Released
A truth hidden and unknown,
Eventually exposed and shown...
To be what it is,
Whether at night or in broad daylight...
Is difficult to create escapes to make,
By those who had relied upon the giving of false faces.
Even their own shadows in dark places intimidates.
With no where they can go to be believed,
To expect a warm welcoming to be received.
Since once truth is seen for all that it is,
It becomes impossible to fake or substitute.
Ask anyone confined in the mind by their misdeeds.
And experiencing a fear to be left alone anywhere.
Especially if truth has been there to visit and released.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On Speaking The Truth
I have heard many times,
Of my elders speaking this,
Speak truth even ye commit crimes,
And please God by doing this,
If the truth you always speak,
Your head will he high like a peak.
The most senior in saints of all,
And Abdul Qadir was his name,
Advised his mother telling not lies at all,
And obedient son did the same,
Before the robbers the truth he quoth,
Its result, to mend they took oath.
No doubt speaking the truth is hard,
Like the steam from the water,
But hearing the truth is too much hard,
Like from steam being water,
I be hardly recognized by thee,
My mostly friends are against me.
That he be happy like skylark,
On muddy ground does never land,
Reaching his nest before being dark,
So never he falls on the sand,
And can soar does where he desire,
No stain is there on his attire.
For a truth many lies be told,
Like the sun by clouds hidden,
And as smuggling the precious gold,
But, miraj ends at all of sudden,
When curtain removes from the sin,
The truth will certainly win.
poem by Mohammad Muzzammil
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Enjoing Life
The truth comes to me with so many mouths
so many colourful tongues
it jumps out from so many mirrors
so I'm confused
Do I have an option? !
Can I bargain a new truth, my own
Can I ignore all the other truths
You may certainly try
but are you prepared to pay the prize?
From my experience with the history
Any new truth was borne in a blood bath
As far as I am concern
Establishing that truth is only a convention
I choose to free myself by
Living
Enjoying life truth by truth
poem by Iulia Gherghei
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