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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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My NPD Poem Effort

My NPD Poem Effort- ‘On National Poetry Day’

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…

”Truth” (for #NPD)

“Truth” (for #NPD)

(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.

in truth (t a houseman) for #NPD

in truth (t a houseman) for #NPD

it is what it is

and what it is not

it isn’t

The Way of the Word (not based upon a play by William Congreve)

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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 & Haiku’s National Poetry Day Walkus (80-82)

haiku-poetry walkus 80-82 NPD

Walku 80 (NPD)

Vega:

“Are we writing one?”

Haiku:

“National Poetry Day?”

Vega:

“It is.”

Haiku:

“Yes! One each!”

-/-

Walku 81 (Vega’s Haiku – This Pup is a Poet!)

Vega:

“I can write haiku;

That are full of sweet phrases –

And still chase my tail!”

-/-

Walku 82 (Haiku’s Haiku – It’s the Little Things)

Haiku:

“The trees are all tall;

The river is wide and deep;

Why am I so small?”

-/-

Haiku and Vega 1 edit

Poems for National Poetry Day, 2014 (1-4) by me!

NYPD 2

NPD Poem 1 – Haiku for NPD

I’ll write you poems –

National Poetry Day –

Here is the first one!

-/-

NPD Poem 2 – Poetry Rush-Hour Haiku

My Tweet just won’t Tweet!

The Poetry Highway Jammed?

Rush-Hour Poetry!

-/-

NPD Poem 3 – Waving Farewell To My Children

My poetry went!

Off into the big yonder;

Where the wild things are!

-/-

FaceBook Status Poem

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!

-/-