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‘The Diminishment of Truth’ – a Sequence #NationalPoetryDay, #NPD

This sequence of poems I have called, ‘The Diminishment of TRUTH’

“TRUTH Poem”

TRUTH

is wasted on the youth;

“Where is your proof?”

you ask.

“How uncouth!”

I respond,

“My truth

may not be your truth –

for I am long in the tooth

and you…

are young…

and inexperienced…

and have limbs that don’t creak.

The TRUTH,

of which I speak,

is for the older person,

the bolder person,

the ‘the days are getting colder’ person.

Him.

Or her.

Or them.

Or it.

Hmmmm.

Not sure about that bit –

I may have to edit

a lit-

A little bird once told me

that I was worth two bushes…

that was handy advice

at the time;

though I never wrote about it

in a rhyme.

I may have misremembered that…

it could have been a cat.

As T. S. Eliot once said:

‘A book is like the colour red’

or maybe it was something else

that he said.

Truth be told,

I’m growing old.

Older by the second,

and my truth is not

all that it shaped up to be…

am I fecund?

TRUTH is…

I hadn’t the foggiest what that word meant…

until I looked it up.

Does that make me a mug?

Or a cup?

–//–

“TRUTH Limerick”

There once was an abstract concept called TRUTH,

that was given to all in their youth

but, the the truth of it is

TRUTH is all bubbles and fizz,

and LIES are the gin and vermouth.

–//–

“TRUTH Haiku”

TRUTh is just a word…

National Poetry Day

proposed as a prompt.

–//–

“TRUTH Couplet”

A couplet were walking their dogma one day,

TRUtH be told, they never did, but they may.

–//–

“TRUTH in a Single-Line”

TRUTH is the luxury of youth.

And a ‘Parting Shot Across The Bows’:

TRUTH is…

everything;

and yet,

nothing at all.

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One Day in Limerick…

One Day in Limerick…

There was an old woman who did,

though what she did she always kept hid,

she brushed under carpets,

bought fruit at fruit markets,

and she’d polish the bedsheets, God forbid.

Some more on this woman who did;

she secretly kept some things hid;

she was a spy for the Russians,

kept house for the Prussians;

she walked a thin line, yes, she did.

Furthermore, about this woman who did;

she was caught out when trying to bid

for some documents old,

that she wanted to hold

and pass to her contact, Leonid.

Finally, on this woman who did;

she was caught by a man in Madrid;

he was a double, you know

agent So-and-So-So;

who went by the code name of Syd.

The happy / sad Bat Limerick

The happy / sad Bat Limerick

There once was a bat, upside down

whose smile was perceived as a frown;

she now cries as she hangs,

people shy from her fangs

and call her a miserable clown.

Trelawny went to Limerick.

Trelawny went to Limerick

There was a young man named Trelawny

Who could rarely stifle a yawn,

He tried and he tried,

Leant his head to one side,

Drank a glass of water,

Breathed in (and out) of a paper bag,

Then held his breath for a week

(Narrowly avoiding death)

Then realised that he didn’t have hiccoughs,

And just needed to get to bed earlier.

That silly young man named Trelawny.

A Limerick Revisited

A Limerick Revisited

There was an old lady from Fowey*

Who wished that she’d been born a boy;

Ken as her name;

Playing the rough-tumble game;

But, as Barbie she was purely a toy.

*Fowey in Cornwall is pronounced ’Foy’.

“Special Offer – Limericks 20% Off!”

“Special Offer – Limericks 20% Off!”

The forger did forget he was forged

Ate an apple until he was gorged

Copied a copious amount

To a bank note account

Cornish Limerick #4

Cornish Limerick #4

There once was a man from St. Ives

Who was said to have had too many wives;

He said “Don’t be daft!

“How many is too many?” he laughed.

So we shall leave them to get on with their lives.