What would you like me to say?
By Rhiannonw
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Though that is true,
I’ll say, for you,
that it is not,
– if you will quietly
pay my way,
I’ll say that
black is grey,
or white,
and wrong
is right –
who cares what’s true,
or what you do
as long as no-one knows
but me and you.
I’ll never know
if oil that drips
out from your lips
is false or fact,
genuine or tact,
or mixed bouquet.
You wont be sure
that what I say
is true or trash,
corrupt, impure.
And so I must endure
my many friends
of gift, or flattery
(that love pretends):
expendable;
no soul-mates
staunch, dependable,
reliable:
a longing loneliness,
brittle happiness,
ephemeral
as the
riches
I possess;
my tongue’s for sale,
and will not fail
– you hope.
[IP: corruption]
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Hi Rhiannon,
Hi Rhiannon,
The oil that drips from my lips is in fact true in this instance to say well done on this well thought out little poem.
Best Wishes, HW
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I think you just summed up my
I think you just summed up my current thoughts. This is brilliant! Love the rhymes and the structure of the poem too.
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This made me think of thow
This made me think of thow the Red Indians used to describe a treacherous person: 'forked tongue'.
You have met the challenge by describing the various layers of corruption.
As nobody has thought of a cherry, have a virtual one from me.
Luigi x
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HI Rhiannon
HI Rhiannon
As always, you pick difficult subjects and don't shy away from awkward truths. How many of us really want to know what people think - if their honesty might hurt our feelings or sensibilities.
Jean
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This is a splendid work,
This is a splendid work, Rhiannon, in every way... I enjoyed and can really identify... Terry
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