Posts tagged ‘honesty’

October 28, 2017

HAIKU: MY MIRROR

by thereluctantpoet

HAIKU:  MY MIRROR

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The mirror shows me

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October 5, 2017

#74 POETRY =

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Poetry =

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August 16, 2017

HAIKU: LET THE TRUTH BE TOLD

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Must we live with hate

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August 16, 2017

#28 POETRY =

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

Poetry =

The truth

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August 5, 2017

HAIKU: JUNGLE DRUMS

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Jungle drums beating

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March 25, 2017

A Voice for True Love – Lovers

by Colly

birdhouse Burlesque

If love is a chasm I would be an ism.

But love is a voice a word of the heart.

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June 16, 2016

Wherever Love Goes

by Morgan

Wherever Love Goes

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Wherever Love Goes
It Urges Mercy and Justice.

Whenever Love Speaks

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January 29, 2016

Unseen

by Morgan

Unseen

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What Lies Unseen

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March 19, 2014

Battles

by Rana

They say it’s wise

to pick your battles,

to avoid the conflict

and preserve the peace.

But what of honesty, what of pride

can be preserved in the face of opposition?

There is something to be said in pride –

there is a pride in being honest with the world,

with one’s self.

One cannot sleep in a bed with

dishonesty between the sheets.

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January 1, 2013

NEW YEAR

by willowdot21
deviantart.com

Life is like a merry go round you swirl right up then you plummet back down. The minutes tick tock and the horses  prance and life goes on like a magic dance. Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

Look at the puppet who is she, is she the doll or is the doll me? Or am I the puppet master I do not know which is which as I spin and dance faster and fall into a ditch..

The minutes disappear as the hours fly by, days turn to weeks then months as the year flies. Suddenly we find ourselves at the very last tick, time has run out and the candle is at the end of it’s wick. Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

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