Cryptic lies

Cryptic lies

A Poem by andrew mitchell
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a silly write based on cryptic crosswords which I cannot do.

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Cryptic lies
Hiding in the sentence,
words disguised;
double meanings
when forcibly removed,
rubbed out
only truth remains,
scathing.
Flattery dead in harsh light
while lies lie
in shadows waiting:
Bury the truth!
of answers uncovered.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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Greetings fellow Aussie. Came across your work quite by chance. Thoroughly enjoying it so far. Working sown the list but I thought I'd stop by on this one and say hi :) I really like it, that's another reason.

while lies lie
in shadows waiting:

Neat!

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

I love Melbourne after last years holiday there for the first time after always just going through m.. read more
Elise Anton

8 Years Ago

Not when you're stuck behind them in traffic :( We lived on the Mornington Peninsula for many years .. read more
andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

yes i know sad as
Lies lurk to appear as the truth to comfort when the truth would hurt...

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Indeed how true you speak Tomas. Thank you:)
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Gee
Postman............................

Posted 8 Years Ago


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Gee
A ha,here's 2clues for you.....to egg on (5) a pstmans bag( )

Posted 8 Years Ago


Gee

8 Years Ago

to egg on. TOAST.........postman bag,I omitted the number of letters,you were meant to ask how many.. read more
Gee

8 Years Ago

Pommie not pinkie.....'kin 'ell
andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Thanks Fireman Sam lol

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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