"dishonesty" poems
If honesty is with everyone and in everything ,then It's called clear dishonesty ... Honesty tells itself By itself ... We can not mix both Honesty and dishonesty Anytime,anywhere,and everywhere Simply because they are both Like parallel lines that never meet Even if they try anytime ...
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 6:40 PM UTC
So the day I say I'm done,and finished with it all..
Was the same day that the house of cards I built began to fall,
Karma huffed and puffed and blew it all away,
Whether i deserved it or not? well its hard to say,
I need to take it easy but im living life the harder way ,
Living life day to day - there's gotta be a better way,
Love Drunk from the potions from Amy's wine house ,
I sobered up but it was only to find out -
Your lion-like roars turned to Microsoft words,
I was in my own word - she was in hers,
No, I'm not modest and dishonesty's a problem for my nerves,
Approach the point of no return? We def on the verge,
Better yet the brink, and to think, our past you rubbed away -
Washed down the metaphorical sink,
And now all sounds of trouble power point to YOU,
My mind is now tainted, as you are in my point of view,
I'd hate to break the glue we used to make the news,
But i have to go away from you - Later boo..
Dec 15, 2023
Dec 15, 2023 at 2:37 PM UTC
Pain brings out the best in people
And somewhere in between
In the middle of good and evil
Is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen
She radiates on golden airwaves
Among the valleys of time
And halfway down heaven's stairway
She blows your doubtful mind
There's dishonesty in honest men
Somewhere beyond the grave
And when they get lost in it
There's no woman they can save
If falling for you is wrong
Then I don't want to be right
Sing with me, uncertainty
And stay with me tonight
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 3:26 AM UTC
Satan loves the sport of fishing.
His tackle box filled with bait,
he goes out to the lake of life
to cast his line…and wait.
The devil knows us, every one
and knows which lures to use.
In accordance with our weaknesses
he determines which to choose.
Dishonesty, ***********
pride, selfishness and hate.
False witness, greed, the list goes on..
The sin becomes the bait.
Many bite and are deceived.
And in a snap they’re hooked.
They learn too late that Satan’s bait
is not as it had looked.
Our Savior hopes we choose the right
for this life is our test;
and when we choose to follow Him
we truly will be blessed.
So feed on Heavenly Fathers words.
Great blessings will be yours,
as you watch and pray, and stay away
from Satan and his lures.
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 10:37 AM UTC
O Beloved.
Wound me with tenderness
as I embrace Your living flame of love.
Burn away my fears and self-pity
that holds me back from being
consumed by the flames of Your love.
Ignite the hearth of my own heart,
so I may share Your living flame
with tenderness to spread the flame of divine life.
Melt away my insecurities and dishonesty, so
I can stand before You as a living flame burning
wildly to embrace everything as a gift from You.
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 6:18 PM UTC
Like a male monkey you rises up
And thumps hard your chest-it is you and you only!
O Man! You forgets, who you are and what you are is Nature’s
She generously gives and she avariciously takes-
Just a few chances she is giving you to repent before she ruthlessly returns
She is a sharp, doubled edged sword-merciful and merciless!
Man, Humanity is not hostility: Humanity is humility!
Like Sheol that is never satisfied you want to swallow the whole world
Like death you want to take everything, big-small-you want to stomach all
Everything you want to keep to yourself, to be to your entitlements
You take and leave nothing at all for the harmless hopeless-the voiceless
Yet you easily forgets, when the angel of death calls it’s only you and your soul in burials
Your ill amassed pride, wealth and health is not with you anywhere in this your brutal trials
Man, Humanity is not gullibility: Humanity is generosity!
O man! O man! You fills the whole world with mortality
You have killed the sole essence of the soul’s endless immortality
With your undignified dishonesty, your free-will to filthy immorality
War you begins wealthy to get-war is a supernormal profiting business
Man, Humanity souls has never been subjects to severity but sanctity!
Innocent-as little as little children-you murders-they were inevitable!
Common civilians’ deaths are collateral damages-inescapable!
You forgets who you are-you are a little loaned, little you returns for judgment
Here no allies to look after your backs, no cracks to corruption kickbacks-
It is the fairest of all hearings, a ***** for a ***** it is not for a big spoon!
Man, Humanity is not ignobility: Humanity is dignity!
What you are given to govern you governs not
What you are given to take care of you pilfers all
For you and your lineages eternal legacies-the richest ever to have graced the earth!
Yet you forgets, Master a little while returns to put you to a rigorous account
And whoever much is given-that much is also expected, what will be your report?
Man, Humanity is not royalty: Humanity is loyalty!
Humanity is a community, not a sorority of individuality!
Humanity is not infidelity: Humanity is honesty
Humanity is not how wealthy: Humanity is how a loyal legacy
Humanity is not how large is your multinationals entity:
Humanity is how huge is your small heart-its hospitality
Humanity is a humble history, a saintly story!
© Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 1:23 AM UTC
What I bring to the table is Sensitivity, Sincerity, Compassion,
Honesty and Respect
What I bring to the table is Intelligence, Good Grace and Humour,
Understanding and Confidence
What I bring to the table is Generosity in spirit and Deeds, Calmness and Reflection, Strength, Bravery and Courage
What I bring to the table is a Caring Soul, a Good Heart and Faith,
Loyalty and Truthfulness and Trust
What I bring to the table is Versatility, Competence and Originality
What I bring to the table is the Love of Romeo and Real Passion
unrivalled..........
So tell me why I am being GREEDY if I say I do not care if I eat alone!
Am I to blame if some chose not to see
Am I to blame if stunted pride and ego blinds
Am I to blame if stupidity and foolishness abound
Am I to blame if complexes and insecurities assail some
Am I to blame if dishonesty and fickleness is more appealing
Am I to blame if envy and jealousy blind eyes and minds in others
Am I to blame if they term caring and attentive as clingy
Am I to blame if they term Intelligence and Honesty as arrogance
Am I to blame if they term Strength, Bravery and Courage as Male
Chauvanism
Am I to blame if they term Intelligence Competence and originality
as Controlling
Am I to blame when they lack the Ability to look honestly and truthfully within themselves before pointing their fingers
So tell me why I am being GREEDY if I say I do not care if I eat alone
So tell me why I am being GREEDY if I say I do not care if I eat alone
at my table..........
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 3:33 PM UTC
secrets,
mysteries,
dishonesty,
misleading,
illusions,
all of this words mean a lot to me,
i've used all of them,
had them used on me,
but most of all i understand them,
understanding is the most important,
because its not just about seeing when they have been used,
but how to use them to protect yourself,
protect your heart and mind,
your soul and your life,
there will be times when you need to mislead people so you are safe,
times when you need to keep secrets so others are not hurt,
but also when to tell a secret or break one open,
but understanding is more than that,
its about seeing that no matter what you do,
it will be painful,
it will make you cold inside,
and it will change you.
secrets,
mysteries,
dishonesty,
misleading,
illusions,
all of this are important,
to see,
to use,
to understand.
life is hard, life is tough, secrets hurt but they also protect, mysteries surround every person we have to break and untangle them, dishonesty is hard and nasty but is needed in a world where every one leads us astray, misleading is every where we need to understand how to find the right path, and finally illusions are simple yet complex we use them to hide our pain but we get hurt by the through out our life.
for us to live,
to see,
to be free,
we need to understand,
to be set free.
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 12:11 PM UTC
I used to live in a country
That was based on liberty
And where just anybody
Could achieve prosperity
That with assured equality
And working diligently
One could expect definitely
To succeed economically
If you saved all the money
Left over from your salary
To save to bring your family
A step closer to solvency.
Not an impossible proposition,
It was based on the condition
Of a grand national institution
Which promised that stabilization
By taxing us and corporations
With an equitable correlation
Between folks of humble station
And the larger organizations
Working in happy syncopation.
A welcome feeling of elation
Would descend upon our nation
And keep us from stagnation
Or going into nationwide deflation,
Or just as scary, a huge inflation.
Now I look upon our history
And see decades of misery
Laid upon us by calumny
By those meant to fortify
And build up our security.
The constant forces of calamity
If we accept less than probity
From those who have no honesty
Choosing leaders based on beauty
A national cult of personality
Then permit political chicanery
By people with no dignity
Only a greedy criminality
That pretends to propriety
And a devout base of spirituality
When what we have is actually
A kangaroo court of dishonesty
Without a care for the citizenry.
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 9:18 AM UTC
*
An old Song on King Maveli
goes somewhat like this.
When the legendary King Maveli,
Once governed over the land,
God’s own country, Kerala,
All the citizens had equality;
And citizens were joyful and cheerful;
They were all free from mischief;
There was neither worry nor illness,
There were no lies, prevailing;
There was neither theft nor dishonesty,
And no one was false in words either.
Measures and weights were right;
No one cheated or mistreated.
When Maveli, our King, ruled the land,
All the people created one caste-less race;
And lived harmoniously as one family
*
**
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI*
www.mavelinadu.com
www.maveliveedu.com
[email protected]
**
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 3:54 AM UTC
Sitting in the dark wondering
when will I find someone
worth knowing,
worth noting.
You tell me that there are
many,
all around me and beyond,
But you lie or are mistaken
because all I see are mismatched
people to my desires.
I want to learn from this Her,
To kiss her sweet lips,
To render myself senseless
by touching her body,
To lose myself in her eyes.
But it seems that this unfeeling
Thing,
does not let me get close with
anyone,
before I find their flaws
and start pondering
how to break their heart.
It seems that I set my standards too
high,
or they have theirs too
low,
but the fact remains that
I am betrayed:
by dishonesty and cowardice,
by laziness and greed,
by stupidity and facades.
but most of all:
by the immoral,
the obsession with nothing but pleasure
with no depth.
I am a confused and lonely thing,
searching in the dark for a feeling Thing.
what is this Thing I seek?
Well dear reader,
Nothing less than a good Heart.
One to heal me,
in return for being healed,
before this hollowness becomes
a shadow and swallows me whole,
leaving nothing but a crass man,
a cruel and callous thing undeserving of
the veracity of Love.
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 3:08 AM UTC
These are the hearts that we put to sleep,
These are the lines we're said to keep.
We play around like swing sets in the park,
keeping our distances like the sun.
I'd like to pick you apart,
Be the artist that stole your heart,
Out of that complex body part,
Like intricate puzzles we adore,
The mess we are sorry for.
You said it didn't exist, but here it resides,
In the hole it was first designed for,
I fell in love with a vacant place,
Used for your secrets your top drawer can't hold anymore,
Where you hid your favorite sins away.
You're the one I adored,
Along with the empty room you wore,
I was evicted with your dishonesty,
Which is why I'm here on display for you dear,
You’re the reason I can't forget this season every year.
Jun 6, 2011
Jun 6, 2011 at 6:26 PM UTC
Where did we go Wrong, Perhaps we weren't meant to BE,
Illusion of our Minds, made to be Taught,
for what it Means, we both don't Know,
in Time, we thought it was Best,
Best for what, to be Married or to be Part,
a Part from each other,
not knowing where we will BE,
the Facts are there, there is no Truth or Honesty,
we both thought, it was good, but at the End,
a Story became Real, Real to each other,
but then, things Happen, we Forgotten who we are,
Times that went ON, no one new, it would Happen,
Life was Real, knowing each other for so Long,
Going to School, Dating High School,
Dancing in the Wind, Party all Night Long,
but Look at now, we thought it was Good,
we thought Marriage was the Answer,
to be Together, but it became Real,
we didn't know, what we wanted in Life,
Mistake came, Hurt Feels came, Dishonesty and Trust is Lost,
what went Wrong, we both don't Know, the Answers were there,
we just Lost each other in Time, Bordem was there,
Life of Love, where did it go, Thank God, Children weren't involve,
but it all Happen so Fast, we both went to Fast,
Love was in the Air, but not in Marriage, our Distance went further,
we both went Further, we forgotten each other,
Love was there, but in Marriage, we weren't Ready to be,
Thank God, Children weren't involved,
Perhaps this was meant to be, we still can be Friends,
but then again, we both don't know, would we Find each other,
Once again, begin a new Chapter in Life,
Let the Love begin again, Perhaps we would know then, not now,
Long Love Lasted for a while, but in Life, Marriage wasn't the Answer,
to us Both, Lets Part away, Until then, lets not say Good-Bye forever,
it's just Fear, to what went Wrong, but in Life, it was Real,
when we were both Young and Wild,
Love was there, Marriage wasn't, we both weren't Ready,
to be, Man or Wife, Life was Good, but now, Lets Fade away,
In the Mist of Dust, the Light of the Dark,
lets not make anymore Mistakes, will see each other in another Time,
who knows when, if it would Happen, but now,
Distance between us, is knowing, we were Wild and Free,
but Love was there, but not in Marriage.
Apr 10, 2012
Apr 10, 2012 at 4:35 PM UTC
I’m sorry
I just wasn’t up to
the emotional dishonesty
and psycho-drama
required to ****** you
and give you your excuse
to tell the world, later
how you were disappointed
again
by another man
Sep 9, 2012
Sep 9, 2012 at 11:54 AM UTC
I am staying studious until the death of me
Death before dishonesty
I follow something slight of that code that was once called chivalry
Its all about the mind set heart breaks then reset
I tend to rush to my past and then I ponder regrets
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 2:31 AM UTC
In this trouble torn. Grief stricken world
Only music embalm my aching soul
When corruption and bribery are the order of the day
Goons and rowdies show me the real way
Even the judges succumb to dishonesty
Morals and ethics have lost their identity
The veena, the flute, the clarinet, the drums
And the guitar make a soothing effect to my ears
When there is incredible symphony
The distinction between East
And west is totally lost
Only peace and harmony forever last
Music is more intoxicating than vine
It is undoubtedly divine
There is music in the blowing wind,
Flowing stream, chirping of birds,
The hissing of snakes,
The bleating of a goat
And the beating of a heart
And the passing of blood to each human part
But understanding the synchronization is a difficult art
Jun 22, 2012
Jun 22, 2012 at 10:59 PM UTC
I was raised by a pack of fools
Who proclaim Caucasians are the best.
And are glad to fight, at the drop of a hint
To put the whole matter to the test.
They have an entire joke routine
And descriptive names they repeat
In minimizing and insisting that
Their right to decent treatment isn’t real.
There are references to some animals
And unfunny comments about color.
The statements about characteristics
Of body and features always go together
With a special set of gross anecdotes
To cover any kind of non-Christian belief.
And the refusal to consider equality
As a decent attitude stands in bright relief.
Beneath all this horror, not very deep,
Lies a sickening river of hate and fear
That fails to improve as education is
Rejected year after disgusting year.
Pointing out the error of their ways
Might earn you a punch in the eye
But the bigot hangs on to their rage
And never gives fellowship a try.
The American Bigot claims to be
A staunch Christian all the way through
Which forces them to hate and cheat
And lie as much as Jesus would do.
Of course, we know that Jesus was
A preacher of love and acceptance
But it seems that bigots never quite
Made that Jesus’ acquaintance.
So, here we can see we need to add
Some terms to this kind of individual
Whose relationship to peace and love
Is at best slight, scant and residual.
We also need to append to their titles
Of masters of anger fear and prejudice
The unhealthy pallor of indecency,
Dishonesty, inhumanity and cowardice.
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 11:33 PM UTC
#
*River running..
That rushing sound in these parts
spell out the words, crystal-clear..
Tree-lined banks, giving way
to the Dark Hills, upslope
Giving way, to
granite-rocked outcroppings
giving way to elk-hidden quakeys
Surrendering their holy-huddle's
pristine stances
to tall prairie-grass, waving
wild raspberries and tall pines
And I, myself..
am surrendering also
She is watching the water, believing
That as it flows,
she will not lose herself in it
That it will not steal, but heal
That I will not rage again
within my fear
I am watching her,
watch the water
I am watching the water-- believing
That as I give of myself
further into the flow
that I will not become diffused
by humanity
By the love of man
and all of its dishonesty
and all of its diabolical treachery
Of its lack of concern,
or understanding
Or ability to break through
its own, self-centeredness
Or its need to swallow me up
into the mundane.
Her hands are in the air now,
praising..
Worshipping
the true nature of the flow,
Believing..
that I will let all of this, go
And as she wades in
I ease, back--
Retreating
up the Dark Hills, slope
Clutching tightly..
To granite-rocked outcroppings,
weeping.
Hiding in the quakeys,
among the majestic elk
Begging for the tallgrass, cover
among the wild raspberries.
Now, fully concealed
in tall pines.
Her hands
are stretched out, now..
as if hovering over the waters,
participating
While I hide from it all
While I hide, from humanity;
From the fallen, love of man
She is wading in,
Believing
.
As I am leaving;
Believing
As the cloud-hidden sky,
starts raining--
playing the most incredible, of tunes.*
#
Aug 8, 2021
Aug 8, 2021 at 8:01 PM UTC
I went to church but I couldn’t really believe in God.
The trouble was my mind was closed to the possibility.
I could not accept that there was something more to our existence.
Something impacting our lives that we can’t see or touch?
Most of all, I wanted to make my own choices
And not think they were wrong.
I killed God within me, all by myself.
Thomas, the Apostle, did not believe others.
They told him, “We have seen the Lord”!
But Thomas couldn’t accept truth. He said,
“Unless I see the mark of the nails in his hand
And put my finger into the nailmarks and
Put my hand into his side, I will not believe.” John 20:25
God showed up and gave him the chance.
I always wanted proof like Thomas received.
Didn’t really want to put my hands into terrible wounds…
That sounded a bit disgusting.
I had no understanding that my wounds; were His wounds.
As I lived with deceit and rejection and dishonesty
I WAS placing my hand into His nailmarks.
When we least expected it, God will show up.
“Weeping comes for the night; but at dawn there will be rejoicing.” Psalm 30:6
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 9:08 AM UTC
I look into the mirror to find
emptiness.
I should be seeing my pale skin
and brown eyes,
but I find betrayal,
dishonesty,
evil,
immodesty.
I see sin.
I see sin.
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 3:14 AM UTC
I had some bad news to deliver,
So I took her to my spot
The bench under the tree,
With all its gnarled knots
The bench right by the creek,
Right where the turtles like to play
A sacred spot of rest,
And shade on sunny days
I sat her down beside me,
And prepared her for the worst
Something so horrible,
It had taken eight weeks to rehearse
I really wish he'd told her,
Like he said he would
Should have known an aggressor's word
Is rarely ever good
I told her all there was to tell,
I answered every question
And then I found myself alone,
Silence in all directions
She walked so far away,
That I couldn't hear her voice
My story then repeated,
To the person of her choice
I waited on the bench,
And then waited some more
I made a small bouquet,
From flowers on the shore
I tied it up with grass,
And set it to the side
Such a mindless act of beauty,
I'm shocked I didn't cry
Not a sound escaped my lips,
Even after she returned
From the feeling in the air I knew,
The meeting was adjourned
Less than one day later,
She sat me down backstage
Though her conclusions were ill-founded,
Her words stung all the same
Eight weeks of work and "it's not your fault"
She did her best to make undone
Not only did I encourage him,
But I broke the essence of our bond
My dishonesty, my silence,
Can never be forgiven
My every flaw as a friend,
Unasked for, yet still given
Her final words were pure spite
If I'd only told her that same night
But how could I have told her,
What I didn't understand?
In an effort to escape the room,
I may have kissed her man
Four months to process,
Four hours locked away
But I never knew peace,
until I made that bouquet.
Feb 16, 2023
Feb 16, 2023 at 8:57 AM UTC
I've been through this before,
You think I won't catch on.
I pay attention,
Its not that hard to see.
One minute you give me the world,
The next you hardly give me a glance.
I make the effort,
You used to do that too.
You give me excuses,
Now we hardly talk.
I knew it was too easy,
Too good to be true.
I was waiting for the other shoe to drop,
And it did.
I'm not going to beg,
I deserve more than a read text.
If you won't put in the effort,
Then neither will I.
I gave you chances,
The benefit of the doubt.
You showed your true colors,
And their nothing but darks.
I thought we clicked,
Felt a spark as we talked.
I opened up to you,
Slowly but surely..
You even stopped
No longer cared
Now we're here.
I thought we could have been more,
But I deserve a better man.
A man who makes the effort,
And manages their time.
I tried with you,
I really did....
I don't care for liars,
Despise dishonesty.
You can lie to my face,
But I knew you were a liar.
There's nothing more to give,
I doubt we'll talk again.
Those sweet words,
As empty as the air.
Don't bother now,
I started moving on from you.
Tomorrow will be a new day,
And a new possibility for love.
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 2:07 AM UTC
fangs dripping
poison—dripping with
death.
yellow eyes slither stalking,
so hypnotic in their convincing;
in pursuit, our every step
pressured into flight’s direction.
a nightmare’s seed
planted beneath pillow,
following into dream.
the serpent’s coil riding
headrest’s rooting ***********
even slumber thought safety
infected.
a viper of self-consciousness, the
familiar of societal impositions
fuelling reflection’s hostility;
its venom—an injection of insecurity.
fangs dripping poison—
fangs dripping with
dishonesty.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 10:38 AM UTC
Prosperity requires the fortitude to be cruelly decisive and cuttingly deceitful in every conceivable endeavor;
Cruel and unrestrained ambition will lead to life in the lap of luxury;
Duplicity and dishonesty lie with success and supremacy;
The mixture of forceful action with lurid lies results in a beautifully tainted cocktail.
Would you drink...?
Do you believe...?
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 5:19 PM UTC