Choose wisely;
for, once you have chosen,
your choice will be fixed.
If your choice is wrong,
your emotions may be mixed;
a mixture of sadness and regret;
yet, regretfully, what will be,
will have to be.
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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On National Poetry Day
I hope to be able
to read my best…
poem;
better than the rest…
poem;
that I wrote a while ago.
It needs a bit of work,
which I shall not shirk.
I know, that it will be difficult –
if not impossible –
to better the best;
but, I do believe
that the best can be bested;
at the least, I shall be tested – maybe arrested – probably not –
then, if I do get my my muse truly interested,
I can be sure that the time invested
in decomposing
then recomposing my rhyme
will be worth the effort.
But, you know me…
(NB best to ‘rap’ this one- G:))
I never lie
and that’s the truth;
and if you catch me in a fib
well, I’m gonna need proof
that it wasn’t just a tale from my writing nib;
and if I get away with it,
it’s because I’m glib.
it is what it is
and what it is not
it isn’t
The Way of the Word
It is the way of the word
To infuse, confuse and abuse
My mind.
I grasp at it
Then it’s slipped away
This happens a lot each day
I think I have it
And then find out
It’s not ‘the’ word
But ‘a’ word
One of billions
All needles
In haystacks.
Vega:
“Are we writing one?”
Haiku:
“National Poetry Day?”
Vega:
“It is.”
Haiku:
“Yes! One each!”
-/-
Vega:
“I can write haiku;
That are full of sweet phrases –
And still chase my tail!”
-/-
Haiku:
“The trees are all tall;
The river is wide and deep;
Why am I so small?”
-/-
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I’ll write you poems –
National Poetry Day –
Here is the first one!
-/-
My Tweet just won’t Tweet!
The Poetry Highway Jammed?
Rush-Hour Poetry!
-/-
My poetry went!
Off into the big yonder;
Where the wild things are!
-/-
Paul Bickmore has suggested our statuses should rhyme;
And, as it’s National Poetry Day, it won’t be a crime;
So hone up your efforts, make them sublime;
Write them soon, we haven’t much time;
Polish them up, don’t give out the grime;…
And wish them good luck, or even “L’chaim!”
And give us a poem that is into its prime;
And if it’s ‘very’ good we’ll preserve it, not in quicksand, but lime;
And if it’s really ‘bad’ we’ll recite it in mime!
-/-
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Graeme Sandford 