The Truth
What is the truth? What can one say?
The truth is seen in many ways
The truth as seen from our point of view
May not be the same as others, and this is something to be true.
The truth will out they often say
But what does that mean anyway?
It means that for the truth to be discovered
All the facts must be uncovered.
There’s always two sides to an event.
Two stories to tell and be correct.
But which is which, where lies the truth?
This mystery can hide aloof.
The evidence of truth can be found
But we must care to look around.
Not always believe what we are told.
Discover for ourselves and let it unfold.
Once we know the facts
Then there can be no holding back.
We examine, inspect and double check
To make sure what we have is correct.
And once completed our review
We then know what we must do.
We must look between the lines
And only there the truth will find.
By Kevin Ridgeon
All Honesty Gains
Her name is Truth, Born alone; burden pained to be ever true.
“Always be true to yourself” her words say, as my white lies nibble away.
Warm to the tongue as if no one believes, can I really deceive?
Am I am friend to truth?Does she know me well, as I articulate my way
hither and thither through the language to tell?
Words plucked kindly from ones heart, protecting from hurt.
Truth bending a little, to avoid being curt.
Upon the end, truth does remain,
In time to tell, all honesty gains.
By Michael Johnson
What can be said to explain the idea,
An expression for one often causing fear,
What does it mean to you or me,
Can it be different for each and everyone we see.
Binding and committed a reality of sorts,
Or defined by each individual deep within their thoughts.
One persons truth can be another’s false,
It’s all about perception and circumstance.
So what does truth mean to me,
It’s a value, a principle, an honesty,
It helps me define who I am and want to be,
Real and honest, believable and free.
Being in accord with fact or reality,
Not always easy to maintain,
When in my heart I know “truth” can cause pain,
But with proper management it can limit blame,
Hold strength in relationships not only shame.
By Cathy Sherlock
My own poem for my littleman xx
There is a pain my heart
A pain that will not part
Now you have gone Can life really go on?
My eyes overflow with tears
And my head fills with my fears
I’m reminded of that night I was given my biggest fright
I heard your heart stop beating
I knew that was our last meeting
I held you in my arms so tight
I whispered my last goodnight
I long to hold you near
My son I love so dear
Mummy will always love you
Mummy will always miss you
XxxxxxxxxX
By Kirsty Norgate
