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Twenty Lies
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For the love of poetry ...
Twenty Lies I ask if you‘ve learned from your bloody past And you tell me twenty lies ... Hallelujah, seeds I planted long ago Have grown into your constant shadow. I reached out, and lifted up my blurry eyes To expose sly sins you’ve buried deep within, I mark you down in history With my sacred, dripping, bloody, crimson pen. You tied a knot in Cupid’s heart, its true That’s love, blowing down your house of cards. You claim your gift is like a dazzling-shooting star Whose stardust-twinkling-shinning span, expands - Too far to exceed your fallen shadow … You keep lying, and I keep blowing … ‘Cause I know where my people must tread … Upon the unlit way, twenty lies, twenty-one trails. My people have traced your tiny footprints Down to raging, briny, blue green seas … Upon present mystery and past history, You say, "Go ahead, jump right on in! Swim if you can!". My people beheld-behold egocentric idyllic waves Rushing upon these age-old, smelly, salty shores. Hallelujah, sands stirred long ago Have caused quite an awesome, endless swell. Never stand and stare too long at the sea The salt may cause you to blink and go blind … Never lie too long upon its sandy shores The view may move and cause you to drown … Never follow someone else’s path The devil may lead you down a dead end road … Hallelujah, seeds you plant today May line a path, that evolves into a enchanting story. I ask if you‘ve learned from your years of history And you tell me twenty more lies ... I ask if you‘ve learned from your tears of history And you tell me twenty-one more lies ... You tied a knot in Cupid’s heart, its true My people have traced your tiny footprints I marked you down in history Twenty-one lies, twenty-two trails, we tread … We should have been blood brothers … Instead, I find you constantly riding shadows. We should be sharing the same trail … Instead, I find you pitching poisonous lies. I wanted to work along side you in God’s garden, Instead, you said, "We can’t plant the same seeds…" I marked you down in history Twenty-two lies, twenty-three lit poems, I write … My thought for today: I am but a tiny seed, Blowing in a wayward breeze … Where I land, I know not why, Will that be where I fly again? Or will that be where I die? The above text is copyright © ShyPoet1 ~ 2004, and may not be reproduced without permission. PS - this time I had to stop myself from writing …

Reviewed by Kay P Devenish

Reviewed on April 19, 2004

I like this one VERY much... this poem may be 'The one',Jim.

Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)

Reviewed on March 28, 2004

the poem, THE DEPTH....this is superb.

An impressive write. Ty, Dani

Reviewed by Poetry Deborah

Reviewed on March 25, 2004

Absolutely beautiful, Shy. Thoroughly enjoyed every word right down to each letter. :o)) Your talent always amazes me!

"For we all know that poetry is bliss..."
Deborah

Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya

Profound....deep deep write...one of your very best...love n luck...BHUwAN

Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)

Reviewed on March 22, 2004

Brilliant work as always.
Don't forget about that book.

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on March 19, 2004

Jim, your poetry always astounds me! Bravo!

Reviewed by Lori Moore

Each line is meaningful. Great poetry.

Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)

Jim you are on such a roll here....I could
sense that you could have gone on longer...
Your poetry always touches me because it is
so "real".......and you write
what you feel....it is never made up....
these lines here are all fabulous I can't even
pick out my favorites...I think you have a
brilliant mind...That's why God kept you here.
Bravo....floria

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

(((shy)))

powerful, thought provoking, beautifully penned prose :) well done, my (((friend)))

(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

I believe we never die but where the seed lands and what we do there and learn is the thing. Great poem. Thank you. Love and peace. Regis

Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)

Your poet mind is too brilliant to allow you to die...so don't even
mention such a thing in your verse, Jimmy.
These are some VERY deep lines here.