I gave birth to a lie
And it gave birth to many more
I watched it multiply
Till I could stop it no more
It was all fine
Until truth decided to come out
And draw a thin line
Between trust and doubt
The lies were spread
The truth washed them away
Soon, they were all dead
But the scars came to stay
Now, the lies are gone
The truth never picked a side
Scars are reborn
The mother has died
Wow a great poem! Would love some feedback on my new piece ‘look at me now’ 😊https://malisehoney.wordpress.com/2017/05/04/look-at-me-now/
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Lying for the first time is easy but every other time, it gets more and more difficult. As for the truth, it is difficult when said for the first time but gets easier with every time.
Nobody is really a perpetual liar. Time demands for one to make mistakes and learn. Sometimes, learn and unlearn and learn again. Do not hold a lie against a person. Not enough to shake a heart and break a bond which may be very difficult to rebuild even if you want to desperately, one last time.
Cheers!
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Thank you for your words
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Reading your work is therapeutic! 🙂
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Thank you
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Hi Frank!
Thanks for your faithful visits. I am slowly getting the hang on reciprocating. Whenever I visit you? I find a jewel to add to my treasure! 🙂
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Oh thanks a lot
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Wowwww!!! the words that you use in the poem while balancing both the rhyme as well as the depth of central idea, simply amaze me. Learned a lot of from your poems. Waiting for more like this to read from you. 🙂 🙂
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Oh thank you so much
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Thanx for Being Poet . What the Hell? I love this Shit..l
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Thank you
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tell me about calumny…the lies other people make about you …
have you dealt with something like that…
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Yes
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and isn’t it something when people fabricate lies about
you by tech and the gullible public believes it
……
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Indeed
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Nice poem. Whatever lies we spoke one day truth comes out and shines bright and lie simply vaporises. The impact it will have on the person depends on his/her character. Lie has to die. Truth is eternal.
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True
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Frank: Thanks for your favorite. May I republish your poem I Gave Birth To A Lie and the resulting conversation with plain mama on my I, Dyamo site?
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Hehe. Sure
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Woww
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Thanks
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Now that’s the TRUTH!!!
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Yes, thanks
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Tell that to Mr. Trump.
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Sure, what’s his number?
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Ask Vladimir. He has a direct line to Donald.
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I love how deep and dark this poem is! It’s very visceral and that’s what I love in poetry and literature is something that really Sparks an emotion, which this has certainly done!
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Thanks
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So true! Once you tell a lie, it’ll just multiply until you decide to tell the truth. It’s amazing how truth always sets us free even if the outcome would mean others might hate you or get angry at you.
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Exactly. Thanks for your words
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Wow
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Thanks
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to tell a lie is very aptly shown by you in your beautiful poem
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Thank you
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thanks for prompt reply. Kindly read my poem MY DAUGHTERS MY DAUGHTERS. Give your opinion much valued one
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Ah, it’s really sweet. Blessings to you and them
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Reblogged this on provokedblog.
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Truth has healing power. It may feel raw right now, like ripping off a band aid, but wounds heal faster when exposed to the air of truth. They only fester when covered with lies. Take care of yourself, my friend. Give yourself grace and love in tough times. Much love.
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Thanks a lot
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Of course.
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And if you need a friend I’m always here.
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I know that. Hope you are doing good too
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Trying not to get sick in a house of illness. It’s a tough task.
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Oh, it is
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Yes when you are the day care, cook, and night nurse exposure + exhaustion makes the statistics of my contracting said illness fairly high. Maybe wine will help? Is that one of the old remedies? Just say yes.
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Yes. So who’s the one running sick?
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3 of 4 boys. Eldest has held out. I’m sure he will be barfing tomorrow.
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Oh, that’s a tough situation
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Par for the parenting course
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Haha. Yes, but I guess it’s worth the memories
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Puke does not equal memories, for puker or puke cleaner or puke watcher or puke smeller or in any regards to puke, barf, or vomit.
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Ah, I sense your pain
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Disgust would be a better word. There is not much grosser than vomit.
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And now I have ruined your whole beautifully sad poem with a conversation about it. Sorry about that. Hopefully readers will focus on your art and not on my comments.
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It’s alright. The comments are enough to distract them from this depressing post. From depression to disgust, I guess
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But your sadness brought our art. My comments just bring repulsion. Don’t be depressed my friend. You should be proud of welcoming truth and allowing it to wash away the lies, no? That’s bravery. Facing truth is not easy.
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I know. Thanks
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And if this conversation helped then I guess it’s worth it
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If this disgusting conversation brightened your heart for a second we can talk puke all night. I got time. Unless someone pukes…
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Haha. I prefer depression
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Can a laugh and claims of depression really go hand in hand. Smile and think about what good you have done by welcoming truth. And allow that truth and love to guide you.
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Yes. Thank you
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I’m running from illness
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So true. I can relate to this on mulitiple levels. Thank you for showing one the truth of what happens when you lie.
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Welcome
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Amazing how truth has a cleansing effect. Washes away everything but the scars and pain!
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Indeed
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