“When you tell a lie, you steal someone’s right to the truth.”
–Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner.

11 Jan 2023 16 Comments
in inspiration, loss, love, memories, One liner Wednesday, QUOTES Tags: Best book I ever read, lies, LindaGHill, Wisdom
“When you tell a lie, you steal someone’s right to the truth.”
–Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner.
02 Jan 2021 14 Comments
in JusJoJan, Just jot it January Tags: deception, JusJoJan, lies, Speech
Spoken softly so you will listen
People hear hear my words glisten
Endless mutterings I have made
Even with truth I’ve played
Cheating , lying,that’s the style
Hope you see through my twisted smile.
15 Sep 2020 43 Comments
in #Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #Tanka Prose, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma, #Gogyoka, Colleen's Tuesday Tanka, photo prompt, photos, Poems, rant, Talking Straight Tags: lies, Life, Nature, oppression
This challenge explores Ekphrastic writing inspired by visual art (photographs). Lisa Thompson, from last month’s challenge, has provided the photo for this month’s challenge:
In these dark days I remember the saying my hubby often uses now about our leaders. Who try to keep us in the dark and give very mixed messages and ever changing information. I have chosen a Tanka to express my feelings.
Mushroom management.
Bright read for danger
Upwards pursuing the light
Escaping darkness.
Our lives are managed like this
Kept in the dark and fed shit.
*******
11 Sep 2020 19 Comments
in #Fibbing Friday, humour, inspiration Tags: fibs, humour, lies
PCGuyIV https://pcguyiv.wordpress.com/ and pensitivity101 share the Fibbing Friday Challenge
This week Di is our host.
To join in, write a post with your answers to the 10 questions for “Fibbing Friday” or #FibbingFriday. Then link back to pensitivity101’s post so that others can enjoy your answers and maybe join in too!
As the title of this series suggests, truth is not an option as the idea is to fib.
06 Jul 2018 16 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: Child marriage, lies, trickery
Another poem for Child Abuse Month back in April 2013. This one is about child brides. Girls are as good as kidnapped by their own parents . Imagine the culture shock from living life here in the west to suddenly finding out that the exciting holiday you were looking forward to was just a ruse to get to India,Pakistan or Afghanistan to marry you off often to an older man.
In the villages of India,Pakistan, Afghanistan and Africa. Children as young as 6yrs are married off to older men. It is wrong, don’t you think. I have reposted this after reading Notestowomen‘s Entry for #writephoto
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Happy head full of teenage dreams sending texts and watching ipad screens. Looking forward to the summer holiday visiting cousins far away.
At the school gate with your friends you’ll see them all when the summer ends.
Eighteen months later them’s the brakes. OH! what difference those months makes! No longer a carefree happy teen, a mother in servitude, dreams of what her life could of been.
Why did her parents cheat her so marrying her off to an older man she did not know. All her schooling all her dreams blown away in smithereens.
She remembers weeping so, begging her parents not to go. Why did they do this to her she wants to know.
31 Dec 2017 6 Comments
in Poems Tags: Hype, lies, New year, Old Year, pointless
Death wheeling in the New Year[/caption]
It was late, the last day of the year was done and leaving no doubt
Death was pushing in the New Year as Old Father Time was on his way out.
Everywhere plans were being made for beginnings shiny and new
Death and Old Father Time raised an eyebrow it was all rubbish, they knew.
Death knew he would spend his time as he did time and time again
Just doing his job with out complaint , clearing up the fall out of mankind’s pain.
From the crashed car, to a bomb in a cafe, a knife fight in the dark
A plane crash, train wreck, a war, climbing accident or tragedy in the park.
Old Father time had seen it all , in technicolour more than once before
He patted Death on the shoulder as he trudge towards the sunrise once more.
He slipped on spilt blood on the floor and stepped over miss chances
He knew them so well, he passed by the plotters and suicides ready for one way dances.
A cry from the pram made the old guys both jump,
Why did hope always arrive at this time of year, in this dump
The New Year was gurgling and burbling with joy, eyes bright on horizons new
Painting rosy lies across the world, closing it’s eyes to badness and feelings of blue.
Happy New Year[/caption]
16 Dec 2017 20 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: Christmas, Family, lies, stress
See the reflection in the Christmas ball
Does it tell the truth does it open up and show us all?
The presents around the tree are
They really exactly what you see?
Is everyone as happy as they appear,
Are we all relaxed and full of good cheer.
Did the food all get to the table without a hitch
Did everyone get on all day with out thinking someone is a bitch.
Are grannie’s jumpers really brill? Did your sister’s mince pies make you ill.
Do you really need another drink ,
No don’t just chuck those glasses in the sink!
If you are not happy, don’t tell me today
Because Christmas is supposed to be special and so all has to swept up tidy and hidden away.
The drunk can still beat his wife
Uncle nobby can rob a young child of their peaceful life.
Nothing changes nothing ends,
Peace and quiet does not descend.
The poor are still poor and hungry
The irritable are still brutally angry
Sadly all the bad things do not go away
Just because it’s Christmas Day.
25 Feb 2017 22 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: Decite, How, lies, LindaGHill, Mistrust, SoCs, Stream of Consciousness Saturday
This is my offering for LindaGHill’s. Stream of Consciousness Saturday.This week Linda said :Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “how.” Start your post with the word “How.” Bonus points if you end with it too. Enjoy!
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How do you feel
Look into my eyes
Tell me is it real
Or just a pack of lies.
As the snow falls
And the wind howls
Who will keep you warm
Are your loyalties torn.
How can I trust you now
How can you afirm your vow
You have decived, wow
Then ask I trust you. How?
29 Nov 2016 17 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: Bad language, Christmas, conditioning, despair, dread, frustration, lies
It is gathering , it is growing as it does this time of year.
It is clawing my guts out, as it shuffles near.
It is spitting in my face and screaming in my ear.
I am being wrenched apart happy Christmas my dear
Nobody ever does anything for you..
Do you really believe that crap is really true
Na it couldn’t be anything you do…….. could it?
It always happens at Christmas I have to ask you why .
Why take it up and screw it up, watch it bleed gasp for air and die!
Go on, make your selfish demands on me ,
Make me make the choices I never want ..never set me fucking free.
Nobody ever does anything for you..
Do you really believe that crap is really true
Na it couldn’t be anything you do…….. could it?
Bleed me cut me throw me in the gutter .
Make me choose what I do not want, what the fuck does it matter.
No doubt you will relent ungraciously then be
The biggest martyr you can, and blame your grief on me.
Nobody ever does anything for you..
Do you really believe that crap is really true
Na it couldn’t be anything you do…….. could it?
Yes I bloody hate Christmas. All it brings is grief, arguments and hurt.
Under the pretence of rejoicing many a poor soul is being dragged through the dirt!
Adverts on the TV show perfect families enjoying the festive fayre.
It makes me want to choke I don’t believe it, and I think it so unfair
To ram these lies of “happy happy times” right down our throats .
It is just another bloody day
Everything that’s wrong still there beneath the sugar coat.
They’ll still be there tomorrow and not magically go away
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A rework of a poem I wrote for NABLOPOMO back in NOV 2013
Please excuse the language and remember it is a poem.
26 Nov 2013 3 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: Bad language, conditioning, despair, dread, frustration, lies, NaBloPoMo, truth, venting
It is gathering , it is growing as it does this time of year.
It is clawing my guts out as it shuffles up to me near.
It is spitting in my face and screaming in my ear.
I am being wrenched apart happy Christmas my dear
Nobody ever does anything for you.. do you really believe that crap. Do you really think its true.
Na it couldn’t be anything you do…….. could it?
It always happens at Christmas I have to ask you why . Why take it up and screw it up , step on it, kick it … watch it bleed to death, gasp for air and die!
Go on, Go on, make your selfish demands on me , make me make the choices I never want ..never set me fucking free.
Bleed me cut cut throw me in the gutter . Make me choose what I do not want, what the fuck does it matter.
No doubt you will relent ungraciously then be the biggest martyr you can and blame your grief on me.
Yes I bloody hate Christmas. All it brings is grief, arguments and hurt.
Under the pretence of rejoicing many a poor soul is being dragged through the dirt!
The adverts on the TV show the perfect families enjoying the festive fayre.
It makes me want to choke I don’t believe it, and I think it so unfair
To ram these lies of “happy happy times” right down our throats . It is just another bloody day
All the things that are wrong are still there and they will not magically go away!
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