Poetry Competition Deadline - Wednesday 4th December

I Will Never Tell The Truth

Mummy always says don’t tell a lie, but for me, of course, it will never apply,

You see, I don’t tell the truth, oh no,

Cos’ when I do life loses its rainbow,

I will never tell the truth!

I told a truth once, I will never forget, it was when I ate a bit of baguette,

But that baguette, I was not allowed,

She shouted at me and from then on I vowed,

I will never tell the truth!

One time at school, cos you now know I lie, I called my teacher a big fat fly,

She asked in anger, “WHAT DID YOU SAY!?”

“Oh, sorry miss, I just love your beret!”,

I will never tell the truth!

At another time, New Year’s Day, I ate food until my Mum said good day,

I was moaning and groaning, Mum said “What’s wrong?”

“I ate Dad’s deodorant; it’s really quite strong!”,

I will never tell the truth!

Then one day, my fate had come, it was very tense, I had to succumb, to the fact that I was now really dumb,

I said it was homework that put me this way, when I knew it was fibbing that put me at bay,

But then she knew I was lying away,

I failed to not tell the truth…

The Shifting Sand

What is truth?

The human interpretation of what is right?

Or the dearth of untrue words?

But whatever is seen by the eye and felt by the calloused hand must be true, surely?

Is it true? The cunning fox, or the swan so graced with beauty,

For it glides upon the water effortlessly – or so it seems

But break the surface and clear is the struggle,

The lie beneath the tides.

Is it true the very pen I hold?

Or is it just trickery of the imagination?

And even the words you hear now

Twisted words? From twisted tongue?

But it can’t be untrue, my thoughts and feelings

For without them there is just a shell that may not exist at all.

Maybe lies are a trick of the imagination.

The shifting sand beneath the tides.