Yankee's Challenge -- A Poem Reflecting on Truth and History
[ Editorial ] Our world these days is full of disinformation and lies. Words become distorted; actions deceptive, intensions hostile. What do 'we' poets have to say about 'truth and history' ? It's a passionate subject to write about and very personal, too. Who would like to join me in my first-ever challenge to fellow poets on CS and write about this subject? "Truth and History"
The truth will prevail!
The lies of today will fall on the shoulders of the young tomorrow, look back in sorrow, record for posterity, the truth, the reality of how this came to be and what we saw, and what we see, should never again come to be!
Truth is the Greatest Prize
Sometimes we must accept the outcome of truth or suffer the consequences.
Bill Murray
I've seen and heard of this behavior at plenty of jobs I have been at, I'm still waiting for justice for these women, hopefully the work world I live in will get woke too.
Live air
radio, radio, live transmission
Had You Told Me Yesterday
Had you told me yesterday I would not be waiting on tomorrows tears The silence of your precious heart Is still ringing in my ears Such a distant goodbye As you drove down the road The smoke from your old car Has left a giant scar as it str
The Charmer
Yesterday we met for the first time, no not face to face...His voice like a snake charmer...I was so desperate for just a word to make feel like a desirable woman and oh boy did he have an arcenal...he kept firing them...my body began to get warm and
Short and sweet!
I'd like to present this award from the Academy Of Hell, To Mr Putin, for his contribution, he has done so well, the world can tell, he has superseded all expectation, in his efforts to wipe out a peaceful nation, he can now join OUR ranks, no ne
The Girl with sad brown eyes
This poem is about how domestic violence can go unnoticed.
Those
When you view this world through a speckled lens, there's those that resist, there's those that have missed, those with a bucket list, those that live in fear, those who refuse to hear, there's those that know, those that grow, and those that will ne
Spring Serene
Spring serene such a magic scene Flowers in bloom blossoms on the trees Drifting with the breeze spring serene if you please As the clouds begin to form there will be a shower or two The gentle breeze is still so warm Spring serene and every m
Just enjoy the ride!
I have seen tomorrow, I know, how it will go, firstly it ends, all will cease to exist, in the blink of an eye, this world will die, then a new creation, a whole new population, starts anew, from Jurassic world to space exploration, we failed in our
Raise up - Wake up
Something I wrote back in March. It's about letting go of fear and becoming a bad a** warrior
It
This is it. That is all.
Wait to see!
I don't have a vision for the future, I don't know where we will end, I'm aware of where we are now, are you a foe or are you a friend? Complications of life are immense, what is lie, what is true, what makes sense? "Fake news" is all that I
~just church~
Sharing a situation that I have been dealing with for over a year on my property, I have had to put up yellow tape barricades across the front of my property to stop the church congregation from parking on my property. Now they are understanding where I,m coming from after asking in person, leaving notes and the Priest asking not to park on my front lawn, what finally got their attention was the yellow tape.
Game On
Well, I've read the papers and I've watched the news, decided this is all a ruse, we're in constant motion, nothing we can change, or rearrange, what's going to be is what's going to be, But we still think that we can change the you and the me, and
John's mighty hands
imagining a movie scene from them ol' days way doon south
Yesterday's sorrow
Remembering
Ice dancer
Really enjoyed the ice dancing in Beijing, and those guys are strong holding up partners with one hand, even if they weigh only 50 kg its amazing to see. I'd struggle with 10kg over my head!!
Nature
I feel blessed. Happy Easter to all
Fresh Start
Be part of the future, depart from the past.
Dedicated to the day
filling in time, Happy Easter all
~ "Mi" Lady I'll be yours ~
Seems a bit of the old day of gallantry and chivalry amidst the poetry corner :)
~empty pillows~
Poets pillow wins vs nada lol
I am a sinner
My prayers
Cotton Candy Land
How will it be What will we say Will we go around in circles filling up the day Life was so good with cotton candy and clowns And a ferris wheel was the only place Where we noticed the ups and downs A black and white tv sat on a stand And
I know?
I know there's something more, I know that we go on, perchance in a different form, I know there's those that trust, in a God, and they feel they must, I know that their belief, helps them in their life, brings them relief, I know that some
I Like the Rain (an original poem from a book of Inspiration that I published in 2016)
It's raining even now...:)
Heading Home
Getting in touch with our inner being and seeking its tranquility with a desire for truth and longevity to live a long and prosperous life.
Be-Twixed
How do you like your chocolate?
Buffet and a Tip
I have to go to my Dad's grave the day before Easter and inter my Mom's ashes above my Dad's grave with my sister and my Dad's two sisters. It sits on a bluff above the city of Dubuque, Iowa. You can see the grave yard and my uncle's flag pole when you cross the Mississippi River going from Wisconsin.
Missing you
In the poem Missing You, the poet Ramaking follows the tradition of the minstrels, the poets wanderers, belonging to the Middle Age in France, Portugal and Spain. This tradition was brought later to Brazil with the Portugueses in the colonial period. As a rule, in a dramatic tone, the minstrel describes the loss or departure of a loved one. This tendency was incorporated in the center of Brazil by the "caipiras" , regional country singers that ended up becoming a popular phenomenon of the Brazilian music. Truly speaking, the roots of the minstrels can be traced to the Classical Antiquity and in epics like Iliad and Odyssey from Homer.
RAPING THE NATIONS
Current time catastrophe
I Am
This poem was written after I was laying face down in my pillow sobbing I felt a warm hand on my shoulder Yet nobody was there in the room with me The presence of the comforting hand enabled me to spring to my feet and write this poem I felt strongly that this presence was God and came to help me free myself and my children from cohesive abuse... Reflecting on The poem has helped me throughout my life to remember who I am in God... I found this poem to be very powerful when recited live on stage for performance poetry
The young!
The young, what can you say? naive and innocent, and damm frustrating, no sense of life, always rushing in, and they know it all, until they fall, and then they ask for assistance, they show (this time) no resistance, so we help them up, (again) and
About you!
Can you live without expression? Can you be,,,,,, alone,,,,, not for eternity, but if you were locked within yourself for a time?, then what would you see?, reality?, defined by who? you or me? would it be then, you would feel,,,,, REAL.
The night train
Its about the inner world of a man who is trying to find true love and meets a lady on a night train=she sells herself to other men but the man ends up falling in love with her and they arrange to fix a date. How many of us have ventured down strange pathways with people who seemed unsuitable only to have this confirmed at later stages after introductions. There,s an invitation in the poem inviting people of strange inner world and earth plain travel who might read this and want to connect spiritually and maybe even emotionally, A heart which is vacant and wanting to touch an other
Searching
Its a poem about the struggle to find true love and a sense of not belonging or connecting with the people and culture around you=as if fate need,s to move you to another faith some place else=so the poem is also like a diary reference to look back on to see if change which is badly needed =happens,
Poets
Obviously credt goes to John Taylor (24 August 1578 – December 1653)
The Hobby
All the rich men say I think I'll plow my hobby garden today Then I'll clean and wax my hobby 57 Chevrolet We'll drink champagne And play cards a lot While out sailing on our hobby yacht I wouldn't want anyone's feelings to be hurt So I
Soft And Mellow
When the wind blows again Yes when the summer wind begins to blow I will sing a love song for you Soft and mellow When the summer sun rises in the early morning skies And you open up your eyes And while your head lays gently on your pillow