Do Poets Lie?

Do Poets Lie?

A Poem by Oddpoet
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A Look at what it means to speak the words of a poet.

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Do Poets Lie?

 

I cannot pierce the veil!

The fog, the mist.

My vision fails me.

Alas, I must lament.

 

Do Poets lie?

Is a Mother’s love true?

Was Christ indeed crucified?

If so, what the f**k did he do?

 

Is a Child’s laugh true innocence?

Is a dog’s loyalty true?

Was JFK murdered?

If so, what the f**k did he do?

 

There, out there!

Shrouded in mystery and false alarm.

Lies a better truth,

 

 

Violins play music,

Pitched for my ears only.

I follow the melody

Through the fog and mist.

Towards a dim light

Growing brighter with every step.

 

At first, it was a Threnody

But it changed as I approached

Became a pleasant memory

Of whom I loved the most.

 

An explosion of light

Blinded me

Had me stricken on the ground.

A voice out of the “Light”

 

Boomed: “WHAT DO YOU SEEK?

YOU WHO CALLS HIMSELF POET?”

“You have traveled this long, dark and lonely road and have found ME!

And for that, I will grant you this one Boon!

You have but one question and then you must face your doom,”

 

I gathered my courage, for this is what I sought... One question I had and if doom be my destiny I would pay the cost.

I wobbled up from the ground, and stood upright,

I glinted and squinted into that bright light.

 

One question I have:” Do Poets lie?”

It rumbled, laughed, and seemed full of mirth.

The phases shifted, blended, became unified.

“Such as simple answer. To such a simple question!

You traveled this road.  For one simple indiscretion?

 

“Poet’s do not lie, they are simply mirrors!

Reflections of their souls from where their words spring!”

 

“However, Poet there is one or two, who do what you do!

See humankind for all that its worth, perhaps your words can save it.

LOL become a rebirth!”

The light began to fade, but the voice still full of mirth, whispered and laughed,

Your answer is your curse!

 

“Do Poet’s Lie?”

 

 

Oddpoet

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2008 Oddpoet


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They do put the mirror up dont they.... and then you have to ask your own questions about all you think and feel..... Amazing piece again !!

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Oddpoet
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