“Diamonds and Lies” by Brenda York
above the treeline
voices carry forever
circling the globe
every lie ever told
weightless words
shallow breaths
of thin air lifted
swiftly on currents
corrupt in their
power to populate
credulous minds
with insidious facts
of dishonesty
misinformation
combining with
disinformation
accomplish the
very worst kinds
of deception
creating electronic
truths bearing
echoes of gospel
“Vultures Peak” by Gordon Fraser
what treasons of the heart
turn great nations to ruin
they are always the lies
from the handsomest mouths
made to taste like the truth
whose proof comes too late
when the sovereign flesh
half-picked from sweet bones
feeds a hag volt of vultures
mangy with quills dripping
sanguine stark words filling
bloodlines of civic obituary
From my book Pieces of Wine
“Whispers” by Denton Lund
push your voice
through the tubes
time has turned
into ears
say the things
that will rearrange
meanings to smell
of torn truth
speak the cause
of opinion inculpable
drawn like a wire
through a die
utter sequels to
stories that grow in
the sunless suspicion
of fiction
whisper distractions
to alter the courses
known by the mind
of the wind
express yourself
shamelessly showing
us all despite words
who you are
From my book Small Noise
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in the swamp
lives leviathan
nostrils alert
for the scent
of men’s lies
jaws engaged
set to snap
the black bones
of deception
and here does he
thrive never once
going hungry
in this fetid
arena where
speeches are
riddles and
trust the frail
province of fools
are great ethical
quandaries civic
conundrums
enough to try
sanity shatter
the mind of an
optimist citizen
no one to pick
up the shards
but the duped
who’ve been led
to embrace the
conceit that the
broken man’s
pieces result
from what surely
must be his mean
sinister judgments
and not from
enlightened
conviction
this dangerous
dark oily place
cannot ever let
truth find escape
it must die here
on tongues of
impostors whose
campaigns contain
empty rhetoric
only to govern as
solipsist rogues
rooted deep in
the slime of all
dead and decayed
noble purpose
From my book Ephemera
“Blame It On The Moon” by Nik Helbig
in a world of “because”
you don’t hear much of “me”
very rarely an “I”
but a whole lot of “they”
and a mouthful of “them”
it’s convenient ubiquitous sing-song
that’s patently bullshit
and even though everyone knows it
the words dance their crooked dance
making their here-and-gone footprints
all over the backside of truth
never seen by the squeamish
or like-to-be duped
yet it’s easy
so easy to call out the lie
any anyone
just has to open their mouth
and yell “Stop!”
all it takes is
some somebody somewhere
who cares to assert “I and me”
in a world of “because they and them”
(originally posted December 2013)
“Moon Madness” by Ruth F.
desperate embrace of big lies
irrational fears in a riot of tears
plague the readily swayed laid
for villains impaled upon isms
how painful is irony bent around
strawmen and strongmen who
painted as haters are merely the
canvas and paint is the hate
these illicit loud portraits engender
real hatred in gullible waves
super moon is indeed much too close
its proximity blinding of brains
desperate embrace of big lies
irrational fears in a riot of tears
plague the readily swayed laid
for villains impaled upon isms
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“From the deepest desires often come the deadliest hate.” – Socrates
Arlington National Cemetery – Photo From npr.org
(Originally posted here February 2014)
the biggest big lie
swallowed time and time again
the war to end wars
Drawing by Felicia Follum
in a season of speeches
how many tongues
lash the truth
turn it inside out
twisting the sound
of its meaning
deceptive chords hung
right alongside our ears
like a sly-knotted
dissonant noose
we might dance our necks into
as if we were mindless
enthralled by the
lyrics of charlatans
“Oil Lamp” by Pierre Bonnard
the lie
enjoys root
in the cold
unlit heart
lives and
grows in
the chilly
dim mind
all it takes
for the truth
to be seen
warm and
real is to
consciously
turn on
the light
* * *
“Everything is shown up by being exposed to the light, and whatever is exposed to the light itself becomes light.” – St Paul
“Light is the symbol of truth.” – James Russell Lowell
“Deception” by Edgeworth Johnstone
like a renaissance tanner
anointed
with oil of clove
you cloak your disfiguring stench
in cunning bouquets
of sincerity
where did your face
learn arrangement in
chords of deception?
early on
in the mirror
that taught you to shave?
was it later
in the eyes of
your sense-deprived wife?
or ultimately
in the unsuspect
anosmic grip
of my handshake?
you realize
no truth
will ever again pass your lips
not even if it
truthfully does
the smell of your speech
fouled forever
Writer Lynne Sargent
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