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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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