"untruths" poems
I wanted to know the sighs
Of mercy. On the bed she lied,
Laid bare in the shocking light
That twitches, as she rolls
I hover and cage her in question,
With moist eyes, abandoned
By loves interrogations,
I stab at the untruths and confusions.
I wanted to hear the supplicant
Murmur of indolence and shame.
With windy caresses I break
Her arms, she ropes me red
In tangled hair and I struggle
To let go. I wanted to taste
The twin defeats of victory
And indifference, when in the light
Of darkest night there are cries of yes
And no and false accusations,
There is consuming pain and excruciating
Pleasure and as we squirm
And seethe, she teases,
Goading me and then,
I loose it.
Jul 28, 2012
Jul 28, 2012 at 10:25 PM UTC
A sigh is a barebacked rider, soundless along a sandy coast,
A candle tipped with starlight, wheeling in a cosmos of smoke,
A firefly floating on the ruins of the wind like a winged gyroscope,
A skull in the stomach whose teeth are my own and breathes
With Babel’s thousand tongues telling fragrant untruths.
Feb 6, 2022
Feb 6, 2022 at 8:44 PM UTC
"Alternative Facts" the truth belies,
Often in "Fake News" the real truth lies,
"Exaggeration", "Aggrandizing"
In truth are other words for lying.
The value of honesty seems lost,
Sad truth is, at a terrible cost!
To our kids now we must emphasise
That Facts; the Truth, must Always Trump Lies,
That by lying there's nothing to gain;
That Truth cannot be held in disdain.
From lies and untruths all must refrain
To make Truth, Honesty, Great Again!
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 9:21 AM UTC
I used to think I wasn't pretty.
my legs were too big,
my body too tall,
my face too round.
Then, others started telling me the same.
That I deceived them with my photos
and lied with my camera.
That I told untruths with angles and lighting.
********
My face is beautiful, and it is mine.
My legs are strong and healthy.
I walk tall with my head high.
My camera. My lighting. Mine.
I choose the angles and the lighting to tell my story.
My hips are wide and ****
My hands are deft and sure.
My skin is soft and fragrant.
And they're mine.
Not yours.
Go sell your self-loathing to someone else.
I'm not buying.
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 4:24 AM UTC
So many promises made, yet the walls still crumble!
He said "He is our saviour " and he has the answer to our troubles
Words were spoken
Untruths were told
Nevertheless, all He needed was influence and riches
© OLUWATOBILOBA KOLAWOLE
APRIL 2019
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 5:16 AM UTC
All edge and divides
Frightening truths, severed lies
You don’t walk through a crowd
For fear of taking their lives
Serpent tongue, serpent teeth
Rattles between lips, sealed
Spoke of many, far too many
Nonconformities
Cyclic reveries
The start and end don’t
Repeat
Just an infinite line
Parallel in
Retreat
Cyclic history
Stalled and stuttered to
Death
Just to rise once again
All mistakes and
Regrets
Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 9:10 PM UTC
You let the smoke surround you and the alcohol slide right through you. The demons fight for what's left to stand alone. The battle rages and you lose all sense. deteriorating,wasting. Dream of goodbyes, and spit on the faith. Hope brings the weak, and hate brings the hopeless. The death of a loved one and the retreat of the balance we keep. Words spill out of your mouth like ***** nothing but untruths and deceit.
Mar 12, 2011
Mar 12, 2011 at 8:36 AM UTC
Unconscious efforts to diminish my size
Incapacitating distractions leave me unwise,
Deformed by obnoxious societal lies
Parallel faith, mostly untruths in endless wait
Craving fairness
Awareness
Finding only sophisticated insecurities
Because life, as we know her,
Is a dangerous tease.
Oct 29, 2011
Oct 29, 2011 at 12:40 PM UTC
In pressing times truth oft' lies so oppressed
And falsehoods rouse to speak in joyed debate
That burdens brought to bear upon the breast
Might anchor nought but will of one testate
What courage leant upon a graven guest
Not thrift of fear in bearing of his fate
But silent as all untruths so expressed,
Except to cry with cursed tongue, "More weight!"
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 10:11 PM UTC
**She was a spider
who spun and spun
webs of lies
which grew bigger and bigger
until all her fine spider legs
got entangled
she could breathe no more
and her web became her world
until she weaved her own undoing
strangled by the threads of untruths**
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC
Pretentious smile
There for awhile
Cunning and guile
Mask the bile.
Feel the burn
Tides turn
Emotions churn
Pain we learn.
Turn the key
Unlock me
Set free
But with fee.
Claim your claim
Always the same
Mutilate, maim
Ruthless game.
Games you play
Daggers you say
Honesty you slay
The facade you stay.
Whisper your lie
Get me by
Truth will try
Chains to pry.
Curb your greed
Untruths you feed
Here I bleed
From destruction you lead.
What's your goal
**** my soul?
My naïveté you stole
You're but a mole.
Share my plight
And in plain sight
Steal my light
You're my fight.
I know it was you
Excruciatingly true
Things you undo
For attention you pursue.
Oh how you bend
Honeyed words you lend
Establish your brand
As my deceitful friend
Now I know
Wiser I grow
I will not show
Knowledge I stow
Still you smile
You have for awhile
I've tasted the bile
So bitter, so vile.
I've felt the burn
The tide will turn
Fairness I might earn
Lesson I'll learn.
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 9:54 PM UTC
31 | 31 Poems for August 2017
There’s something exquisite about your smile, your brown eyes have got me hypnotised, and your heart is a gold mine.
I’m addicted to everything you say and do, so be my poet and I’ll be your muse.
We’ll figure out everything else once we’ve found something to do between our sporadic bursts of laughter.
Let me comfort you with soulful conversations accompanied by several bottles of red wine.
We could vibe out and listen to James Blake, and you could tell me about the days when you couldn’t see the colour in anything.
I’m no stranger to the waves of the ocean, so I eventually want to get lost in the depths of you.
You are a picturesque South African city worth exploring even when tourists no longer come to visit.
Their dollars, euros, pounds, nairas and rupees may run dry but my love for you will keep overflowing.
I could write poetry and love letters on your skin but my handwriting is not as beautiful as my words are.
I’ll be your poet in a world that’s still acquainting itself with all the writers of exquisite African literature.
In the Supreme Court of your love, people have told you untruths while under oath – I think the law calls it perjury.
We could vibe out and listen to James Blake, and you could teach me how you see the colour in everything.
I want to get lost in an endless field of sunflowers while basking in the warmth of your presence.
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 2:49 PM UTC
The Miss-Director was beaming with pride
as he came to escort me inside.
"Come along, these are perilous times,
there is much ugly truth we must hide."
"Herr Goebbels was our school's inspiration.
Joe McCarthy taught here till he died.
Charlie Rangel is among our directors.
Our Grads over nations preside."
"We recruit each years class from young children
who display a disdain for the truth."
"We start with a class on tall stories,
progressing to fibs and untruths."
"By the time they are teens they are ready
to leave little white lies behind."
"They engage in deceit and deception.
These skills help them rob people blind."
"With our Grad course in prevarication
They misdirect and deflect with the great."
"Obama was born in Hawaii,
his foes say he was birthed out of state."
"When Bill Clinton was caught in that perjury
I nearly went out of my mind."
"If only he'd paid more attention in Class
and less to some coed's behind."
We had come to a massive rotunda
The Pantheon of all untruth.
Holograms of Stalin and Churchill
told whoppers in an endless loop.
There were quotes from
the World's Great Religions
inscribed on the sides of the wall.
A Left wing devoted to Lenin.
A right wing like a Munich beer hall.
" The sheeple must never be told
that a place like this even exists."
" You can count on me not to inform them."
I said, without moving my lips.
Jun 14, 2012
Jun 14, 2012 at 8:57 AM UTC
And you're a liar,
But then again really everyone here is.
The words spoken,
Always sound so dull,
When we sit in this room,
And mindless words float around.
I've seen you all lie,
For me,
For friends,
For yourself,
And we will all lie, to
Save lives,
Save thought,
Save even face,
People will tell tiny white kinds,
Others will tell the blackest of all,
All in the name of trying to be cool,
All in the name, they say, of kindness and love.
I'm a liar too,
To friends or my mother,
To strangers or a lover,
But it's in this silence,
I have to be honest,
Sincere, not withholding.
In stillness, the faintest,
Sound of beating chests,
Breathing lungs,
Trembling souls,
Zephyrs come howling,
While trees stand and whisper.
Sick and tired of the daily lies,
Fall into each others love,
Trusting silence to
Finally speak honest words,
For the first time in days,
Maybe months, even years.
A heartbeat cannot lie,
With sanity on the line,
And it's a sure step up,
From that sneaky little muscle,
Slipping in our mouths;
They say it's called a "tongue."
Let these untruths of yours
Be set free unto the sea,
Cease this fabrication,
Of stories told to me;
Pergure yourself no more,
Drop down your defenses;
Show the world what you have,
Show everyone your heart.
Nothing left to be said,
Can be the greatest gift;
I write these words unto,
To attest to you to sift,
Through all the words you hear,
Because words are left to
You to read and perceive,
They might call us fools,
But I'll tell of how I,
Loved more, this way than that,
Saved and spent my sweet time,
The right way,
The honest way.
I've lived ways most have not,
And if anything more tragic
Than a lie doth exist,
It has to be the story,
Of the souls who know not,
Honesty, but prefer lies,
How they have been bound at the wrists
And ankles, blindfolded at the eyes.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 1:49 PM UTC
The voice burnt upon my brain
I wanted to speak, to be alone
But it was like a
Candle
Flame
That grew to
******
Scorching my mind
It was the darkness that
Encroached upon my
Every thought, desires
Twisted
Perverted
Darkened
By this voice that's not mine
In the depths of my mind it
"Shrieks"
My ears permanently ringing
You have imprinted on thoughts
"I don't want"
"I do want"
"I don't know what I want"
Stop this trickery upon my mind
I am possessed by a
Whisper
That spoke untruths that
Shouted
Screamed
Silent
Is my voice now
"This voice is mine"
"The voice you knew is no more"
I'm screaming through my iris,
The window to my soul
Will any one hear my silent voice
This voice that speaks is not know my own
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 7:13 PM UTC
.
I wanted to know the sighs
Of mercy. On the bed she lied,
Laid bare in the shocking light
That twitches, as she rolls
I hover and cage her in question,
With moist eyes, abandoned
By loves interrogations,
I stab at the untruths and confusions.
I wanted to hear the supplicant
Murmur of indolence and shame.
With windy caresses I break
Her arms, she ropes me red
In tangled hair and I struggle
To let go. I wanted to taste
The twin defeats of victory
And indifference, when in the light
Of darkest night there are cries of yes
And no and false accusations,
There is consuming pain and excruciating
Pleasure and as we squirm
And seethe, she teases,
Goading me and then,
I loose it.
.
Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 6:56 PM UTC
In the historical state of winners
only the losers look like villains
never do you hear of Nero being a good actor
even a true advocate of the arts
They say even ****** loved his dog
just did not love Germany like a German
and when his wicked empire fell
he wanted all his kin to go to hell
But not all losers are losers
some rise again in vengeance
to right the wrongs
but come to bitter ends
Some of the good will always be hidden
so smart in metamorphic states
they know the art of transition
an art from our place
Never take history as what is said
for half will be full of untruths and lies
never believe a dragon
if it has a forked tongue and snakes eyes
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC
“See herself..?”
‘Who..?’
“Herself.. there”
‘An’ about her?’
“..Cheating on himself..”
‘Sure she.. that one..’
“Fur coat.. no knickers..”
They scuttle out daily wagging their vicious tales,
Through dullness that dampens their every afternoon,
Ignored by their own; an’ threadbare reflection,
******* each spun yarn an’ sheet out to dry,
Stained with every listless memory an’ lonely evening,
Gossip-hungry, they covet the community swill,
Chomping through the random, unopposed untruths,
‘..husband slayer, heartless siren.. tis’ a mortal sin..’
They make no bones of any acquaintance of herself,
With monstrous-eyed chronicles of salacious green,
Such falsehood is kind to the envious an’ bias ears,
Which tolerate any brazen line to a choir of lewd hymns,
They harmonise each lustful lie; the prime accuser,
Conducts a murky symphony of ***** laundry aired live,
The jury silent, mocking whispered an’ ears into the wind,
As the accused sullen-faced an’ solitary suddenly appears.
Herself stands idly ignorant to the satirical sniggers,
The trial by jealously ends, they turn two faces an’ leave,
No fur, no knickers, no time to wish away the pain,
Curtains drawn, truth quartered - the washing hung
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 11:16 AM UTC
First came the German Shepherd dogs
Next came the water hose
Bodies lynched, then set ablaze
Flesh singed, then meshed with clothes
Innocent black lives lost, on a blood stained Poplar tree
Even now, I hear the Slave Overseer's words
Echo inside me - echoing epigenetically
****** run, ****** die, ****** free"
I am he whose antecedents
Suffered and survived the Middle Passage's arduous trip
I am the progeny who sprang forth from their chained *****
As human chattel, my antecedents suffered the sting of the whip
Their humanity, dignity and pride
Was debased and denied
Deracinated, their bodies were beaten black and blue
But it was the bruises inside, they tried, but could not hide
Innocent black lives lost, victims of the lynching rope
Even now, I hear the Slave Overseer's words
Echo inside me - echoing epigenetically
****** run, ****** die, ****** hope"
I say again, I am he whose antecedents
Suffered and survived the Middle Passage's arduous trip
I am the progeny who sprang forth from their shackled *****
As human chattel, my antecedents suffered the cabotage of a slave ship
In 1964, they were granted civil rights, but denied civility
A denial rooted in the flowering bloom of racial hate
And the verdant lushness of white supremacy's wicked fertility
So many innocent black lives lost
Because of "Negative Eugenic's" lies and untruths
Even now, I hear the Slave Overseer's words
Echo inside me - echoing epigenetically
****** run, ****** die, ****** choose"
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 2:10 PM UTC
I once wished every bad to come your way,
after those lies and untruths you said about me.
Then I learned that the sky's deaf for bad prayers,
and after all these years, I think about forgiveness.
I thought you deserved to sink into the deepest hell
for your betrayal; your heart alone was one sickly well.
Yet as I looked at these tired wrinkled hands, I knew,
this hatred wouldn't last if I had my trust renewed.
How the pain repeatedly told me to avenge you,
after one and another shame you put me through.
But my son’s laughter turned this thought to me;
“Will this bitter enmity become my sole legacy?”
I may not be ready to invite you for a tea,
or to drive you to your daughter's wedding.
I'd rather say, I don't hate you as much as I did,
so don't be a stranger the next time we meet.
I wish you well with whatever good you do.
With a lighter heart, my life will be fine too.
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 3:10 AM UTC
Glass ball rotates in gypsy hands
Fortunes told of master plans
yet darkness looms behind the cloak
Untruths in words she never spoke
Laughter crackles from hollow holes
Sights unseen in distinctive roles
Light appears then dims to shade
The jagged edge of a lovers blade
She twists the cards and they reveal
The saddened loss of last appeals
Hangman, Magus, Prince of wands
Shackles tied in tireless bonds
Blatant hurt from heathen cry
Today I choose the time to die
Credence blurts it last farewell
The journey begins out of hell....
Jun 4, 2010
Jun 4, 2010 at 11:50 AM UTC
all
...............footsteps
.....wind
upon.....cheeks
(something
........THE WORLD
.....................................is
surely wrong)
----
----
all songs
reach
to the heart
of creation
where Love lives
and you live
(and I.......)
they say
"boy, find a girl"
and
"girl, find a boy"
they say this and they tell other untruths
and also
they tell lies
that turn you into idiots
and then into slaves
---
---
footsteps
(the ones you take
on your own)
footsteps footsteps
that lead you home
leaving footprints by the sea
soothing wind upon the cheek
lovely names for you to hear
soothing voices always here
Aug 12, 2010
Aug 12, 2010 at 3:46 PM UTC
**Feeling every lie
******* a heart with daggers
Jagged rusty blades**
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 7:38 AM UTC
Lift up your voice and shout.
Even if it feels a bit strange.
We know what we’re about.
Praying and singing for change.
Work and sing for change
Just as hard as politicians lie.
Call them out for their untruths.
Ask them when, how and why.
Don’t accept weak excuses.
They have far too many of those.
Make their equivocation useless.
Make them keep their lying lips closed.
Sing if you’re tired of defeat.
Sing if you are willing to try.
Sing to everybody you meet.
It may take some power on high.
Don’t forget what is needed.
Keep your eyes on the prize.
It’s hard to cheat the wary
By trickery played on your eyes.
Keep on insisting on honesty.
Make them all stick to the subject.
If they don’t answer the questions.
You know just who not to elect.
Lift up your voice and shout.
Even if it feels a bit strange.
We know what we’re about.
Praying and singing for change.
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 9:21 PM UTC