Thursday, February 11, 2016

He said, she said at the trial



Credit:   Noell Oszvald

You say I lie, but you're a bigger liar
Twisting memories to veil your grotesque heart
You fiddle with words, lace them as art
Then strike me with blows with no prior

Warning, your every kiss is black fire

Waiting to suffocate my throat
You say I lie, but you're a bigger liar
Twisting memories to veil your grotesque heart

Beneath smooth clothes, you are a collector 

Of wicked games, & I, a poor sport
Of your diversions.   Now, I am scarred
With guilt, wallowing in rust & mire
You say I lie, but you're a bigger liar




Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Writing to Rondel poetry form, Hosted by Gayle ~   Thanks for the visit ~

29 comments:

  1. I think that once you start to lie you are at a risk of being on a downward fall... so sad when the foundations crumble because of the lies... Love your rhymes here.. subtle and smooth..

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  2. Yikes...the form lent itself well to the darkness of this topic and you captured the anger, almost despair.

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  3. This is a sterling take on the form, creating strong interest, capturing our attention, with the form being secondary. Divorce trials must be depressing as truth is held hostage.

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  4. Such strong use of images in this passionate piece.
    Beautifully written.

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  5. Lies, always lead nowhere. I enjoyed reading this delightful piece, vivid, and deep.

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  6. Grace, you always use such vivid imagery. Beautifully penned.

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  7. Of all the sins of mankind, I think lying is the one I hate the most. The sadness in this is palpable and the frustration very real. Peace, Linda

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  8. wow! this is really powerful and in your face truthful

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  9. Love the strong tone of this one. Liars are generally exposed soon enough. It seems this one is!

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  10. Excellent, Grace. Your repeating lines really drive home the message and the topic hit particularly close to home...at one time. Your closing verse was especially dramatic with these words:
    "Beneath smooth clothes, you are a collector
    Of wicked games, & I, a poor sport
    Of your diversions."

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  11. Familiar with this type of deceit, the half truths, lies, and duplicity that characterize a user of people to make themselves look better to others. Too bad they hurt others to protect themselves.

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  12. Thank you for this honest, revealing piece

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  13. Liars sure can ruin it for everyone else, especially those closest to the lie.

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  14. sounds like a rough divorce..he said...she said..they said.. I think you captured the sorrow on all sides.

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  15. Pretty scary when words could not be taken at face value! It would be nonsensical to ever come to terms when one would be wondering what would follow. Great take Grace!

    Hank

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  16. I love this, in particular:
    "You fiddle with words, lace them as art"

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  17. Wonderful rondel, Grace. I loved, "You fiddle with words, lace them as art"

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  18. ouch...mire drags down specially if it's of lies...a fantastic use of the form Grace...wow...

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  19. This makes me think of the court case now going on in Canada where the monster sits silent and defended and his victims are on trial for their pasts and reputations. Classic. Powerfully written!

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  20. A strong interpretaton of the form. Bravo.

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  21. Ah indeed...at the trial, who is the bigger liar?

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  22. Excellent title! And these words "Beneath smooth clothes, you are a collector" are so well designed. The idea of "lacing" words as an art -- lawyers do this, and we always hope in a good and truthful way. People do this, and we always hope in a good and truthful way. But there are indeed those slick people who use them to use other people. This is an excellent portrayal of that. Photo is well chosen as well.

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  23. I can relate. Great poem, Grace. I'm with Hank. It's a powerful piece, all right.

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  24. An interesting form that works extremely well with the theme. You've really struck on something here: the truth about lying - which is that it quickly becomes habitual. Once it is discovered, by another, that you have told a lie, nothing you ever say can be accepted - without reservations - as the honest truth. What's more, there is no incentive for the other party to remain truthful - when the truth is inconvenient.

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  25. SAdly we live
    iN a world wHere
    INtelligence rUles
    feeLinG.. feelinGs
    free rule
    intelligence
    when..
    ignoRed..
    whole we
    are when tRuly
    free male and
    female
    dArk
    and liGht
    integrated ONE..
    nothing to lose
    when one iS ONE..
    ONE iS ONE..
    feeLinG
    oF ALL..:)

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