Couth Truth

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Couth Truth

20 August 2016

The truth walks plainly

In the broad daylight

And strolls around mundanely

Thru the dark of night.

The unadorned truth can be seen

By those who look without guile.

To the liar she’s most obscene.

She gives the braggart no smile.

Truth’s friendly to the plain-spoken

And frequently speaks unobtrusively.

Simple, humble folk find her token

Easily gotten when they act inclusively. 

Truth’ll endure some limited abuse,

But push her boundaries too far

And you’ll regret that you unloose

Anger and scorn from her repertoire.

Yes, exceed truth’s reasonable bounds

And you’ll experience her full fury,

So you’ll keenly wish karmic rebounds

Hadn’t been invented to your misery.

Wedding Redding

Every day I try to devote a couple of hours to poetry. My latest efforts have been going thru my rhyming dictionaries (yes, Virginia, there are books with lists of words that rhyme) and finding words that either have no rhyme or have limited rhymes with only one or two other words. I understand that English has over a million words in it. It's like English never met a word it didn't like. In spite of that some common words don't have rhymes: angst, budget, emblem, orange, silver. In any endeavor it helps to know the possibilities and limitations. This is a just-for-fun poem.

Wedding Redding

26 October 2011

In a marriage, who wears the pants?

What makes life more glorious?

According to my maiden aunts

The husband needs to be uxorious.

They only listen to their sycophants

For which they’re notorious.