Truth and I
walking together (Photo credit: Leonard John Matthews)
Truth and I
“Truth,” said I, “let’s spend the day,
Walking together wherever we may.”
“Are you sure,” she asked, “You want to be with me?
For I go places you’ll never be.”
“Truth, you’re beautiful,” I vehemently claimed.
“Throughout the day you’re always the same.”
I thought I could sway her with flattery and flowers,
But she remained unchanged despite my powers.
She said, “You don’t understand my heart or my mind.
I’m out in the open but hard to find.”
She said, “I have many faces and I’m rarely the same.
I can be rampaging or be quiet and tame.”
I believed in one Truth so I laughed out loud.
I ignored the levels of Truth because I was proud,
Truth stood before me stark naked and plain,
If I embraced her, would she be as cleansing as rain?
“I love you, Truth, I won’t be denied,”
But I exaggerated a lot, and, of course, I lied.
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Returning Home
Fear & Anticipation (Photo credit: hartlandmartin)
Returning home
With trepidation I set out across country, driving towards the sunset. After months of wrestling over what to do, my destination was set, my mind made up, and now I was on my way. One hour passed and already I was waffling. “What if I can’t do this? I’m not ready for such an undertaking. I should wait until my life improves.”
I stopped for coffee and took a few deep breaths. “I can do this. One mile at a time, one city at a time, and one day at a time and I’ll be there before my mind rebels again.”
Into the dark forbidding night,
I worried and fretted as I took flight,
Taking charge of a new life direction,
Heading for my faraway destination,
Discovering old fears in life’s seams,
Finding new fears in all my dreams,
Returning to my hometown,
Facing the emptiness deep down,
Nothing before me, everything behind,
As I traveled what would I find?
Mile after mile the night called,
And with morning’s light I was appalled,
Everything was arid as far as I could see,
This was not the place for me,
I had left the forests in my hectic pace,
Now rocks and sand were in my face,
Still I was determined I had the power,
To continue traveling hour after hour,
Yet as I left my old world behind,
I became eager to see what I might find,
All the resources I had at hand,
Became power under my command,
My confidence grew as the miles flew by,
Life was insisting on yet another try,
My fears were gone and my strength reborn,
I was no longer tired and mentally worn,
I decided life wouldn’t be easy but I’d stay the course,
Until I claimed my fortune and then I’d rejoice,
One mile, one day, my world loomed large,
My fears were gone, I was back in charge.
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Nuggets of Gold
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During the week while I’m writing stories and poems, ideas that I call nuggets of gold pop up. I write them down but rarely share them. Sometimes they work their way into a poem but usually they are wasted. Sometimes the ideas are related but often they’re not. This time I thought I’d share.
Nuggets of Gold
Look for beauty and find it
In your surroundings
It lies there waiting for you.
Solitude and shadows wait
Hidden in my soul
Ready for the right moment.
Sounds and other stimuli
Connect me always
I feel the life force flowing.
Even though I do enjoy life
It overwhelms me
I’m easily distracted.
I used nine lives long ago
Searching in moonlight
It’s good that I’m not a cat.
Continuously write down
Your innermost thoughts
Your heart will know what to do.
I’ve squandered many precious gifts
Giving them away
But they will return someday.
To know, understand, accept,
Creates confidence
When it’s applied to oneself.
Heritage
Family trees can handle stress
Before the sap flows
If connected roots are deep.
Related by kinship lists
We encourage the
Successive generations.
Love
Almond eyes and peachy skin
She’s ready for love
My heart is pounding within!
I’ll write my own love story
One line at a time
Breathing life into stale air.
Macintosh Apples
A Macintosh fell kerplunk!
That’s how I became
Acquainted with gravity.
Seeds from Macintosh apples
Can grow apple trees
But not Macintosh apples.
Macintosh’s heredity
Cannot be traced far
Crab apples are the parents.
The Faith I Can Fly
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My dreams
were big, It was all foretold,
I thought
I’d make my weight in gold,
Life would
be easy if I stayed the course,
I’d claim my
fortune and then rejoice,
Though progress
was slow in my early years,
I had much
to be thankful for, no time for tears,
My family
was growing, my job was secure,
No problems
on the horizon, nothing to endure,
But my work
consumed me, my home fell apart,
I had not
protected things close to my heart,
A divorce claimed
me and I entered the fire,
I thought my
pain could not get any higher,
I was under
a major demonic attack,
I went to
hell and somehow made it back,
My world grew
beautiful as I clawed to even ground,
I became
more humble the second time around,
My demands
for wealth were low on my list,
But life was
ugly and struck with an iron fist,
I cried to
the heavens because my dreams had faded,
My life was
destroyed, my hopes were jaded,
I was
knocked down again at the end of round three,
Life was not
any fun, was there more to life for me,
Somewhere
hidden in the clouds an angel band awaits,
Waiting for
me patiently behind great pearly gates,
I’ve got
just a few years before I get to go,
I’m hoping
and praying that no one says no,
It would be
very awkward to reach heaven’s door,
And find heaven
filled with no room for one more,
Life has
been brutal and under the circumstance,
I’d ask for
a lotto ticket and one slight chance,
I still
believe in miracles and will until I die,
I just need
angel wings and the faith I can fly,
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“Nothing But the Truth!”
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I raised my right hand and said,
“I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth,
And nothing but the truth,”
The bailiff stopped me, I had just begun,
“We don’t do that anymore, son,
There’s no need to plant that seed,
We try to assume no one lies in truth or deed,
“Then why are we here?” my voice loud and strong,
Isn’t somebody being tried because he did wrong?”
“Contempt of court!” the judge roared my way,
“Lock him up, for a week and a day,
He’s prejudiced this trial, I’ll tell you why,
We wanted to find out who would lie,”
I should have been quiet, like I usually do,
I didn’t realize just what havoc would ensue,
“Judge, I have the answer, I surely do,
Anyone who moves their lips, is lying too,”
His face was distorted, he mopped his face,
“I don’t think you have a clue about this place,”
He rolled his narrowed eyes before he said,
“I wish I was a king and I’d say off with his head,”
Instead he sentenced me to a day and a year,
My lawyer explained until the message was clear,
“Justice is blind, and the law is ruthless,
We challenge each person as if he were truthless,”
“See this coffee cup?” He pointed to the one in his hand,
“I’m going to ask you questions until you understand,
Answer the questions truthfully, and do your best,
When I am finished, there will be a short test,”
He chuckled gleefully, “This is as easy as falling off a log,
I’ll lead you to the conclusion this cup is a frog,”
“But what about the truth?” I asked with some doubt,
“Forget the truth,” he snapped, “we want all the facts out!
We want evidence, arguments, burdens of proof,
When it’s all verified we’ll come out with some truth,”
I shook my head, “If a liar tells the truth, will someone believe?
Or if someone normally honest lies, will you know he deceives?
Is truth a mixture of reality and imagination, a poet’s dream?
Or is truth stranger than fiction, just as it seems?”
The lawyer scratched his head and started to grin,
“If you were a lawyer, I think you might win,
Lying for a good reason, twisting truth on a case,
If you stretch the facts a little, you’ll build a good base,
If you lead people to a conclusion with your evidence,
You’ll win most of your cases if the juries you convince.”
He patted me on the back and looked me in the eye,
“You should know the truth, when you’re released by and by.
The truth must be outdated,
At least it’s considered overrated,
However you can get by,
Whether you steal, cheat, or lie,
If you can get away with it,
Don’t let it bother you one bit,
When I was just a child,
Perhaps I was just a bit wild,
But Dad took me aside and said,
“This could probably be left unsaid,
But just so you can sleep at night,
Learn to treat folks just right,
Be honest when you give your word,
So they don’t have to guess what they heard,
And if you shake hands to seal a deal,
Remind yourself your word is real,”
Through the years I’ve stayed on track,
And I don’t see a reason for turning back,
I found it true I could sleep at night,
Just because I did things right.
(Part one)
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Small Simple Things With Love
Small Simple Things With Love (One Poet’s Legacy)
Because I am a poet,
I am wiser than I think,
I see the world with clarity,
Able to mix fantasy with reality,
Discovering beauty wherever I look,
Or find ugliness and mayhem out my door,
I can’t ignore the world and waste my life,
I try to create order out of chaos,
And do small simple things with love,
Because I am aware of life and death,
And within the parameters of my time,
I am working on my legacy,
For a poet leaves more than leaves of grass,
For life’s deepest meaning is in relationships,
For all the experience I learned,
Loves once had, so foolish spent,
Were ground powder fine as the world turned,
But my world is much bigger than loves lost,
My fingerprints have left indelible marks,
Doing a thousand small simple things with love,
Comforting those left standing alone,
Who shed great tears of pain,
Encouraging those who lacked hope,
Lifting their spirits from the depths,
Urging those who needed words of action,
Doing something that would make someone’s life better,
Small simple things with love,
My footprints also linger on,
For I’ve walked carefully throughout life,
Stepping forward in truth and purpose,
Walking tall and unafraid to face the world,
Leaving footprints, I’m sure,
Yet unseen by me if I turn and look,
So I go trudging on,
My words heartfelt and true,
Knowing that my words are powerful,
Solving problems, gathering information,
Abstract thinking, concrete thinking,
Words that have the power of life and death,
Should be words of love and peace,
Kind words, affirming words, a chance to show mercy,
I am a poet and I share my essence,
My heart is open and in my dreams,
I leap barriers that block love’s capricious whim,
I do not want to keep love’s fire without,
It has to burn within,
I am vulnerable to the world,
And my dreams are of love and peace,
Each footprint, each fingerprint, that I leave,
Will be small simple things with love,
For I am a poet.
