As Souls Exude

In life, denial ...

in life, denial
in life, denial

 

Penned of gossamer propensity,
words of shimmering veils
do usher past the flagrant wrongs,
denied in ego’s sacred keep;
and truth tip-toes upon eggshells cracked,
afraid the penance in wait,
clawed hands in desperate plea of light,
can but shred a pretended spite.

For truth under a parlous guile,
can only be its intended being,
and regardless of the cloaks and veils,
its burning reality palpable;
but whosoever wishes denial,
diaphanous silken lies disarm,
and none sees what lay beneath,
the devastation of broken dreams.

Words erupt in myriad clouds,
in stories or truth construed from souls,
often of lies and tales bent,
some so real and extravagant;
But rendered from a soul of truth,
words emit much more than pain,
a glass of red and a good soul fed,
keeps minds once lost, to salvation’s view.

Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au
videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore

2 thoughts on “As Souls Exude

  • May 6, 2016 at 6:37 PM
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    Wonderful job on this piece Tony. There’s a lot of tumult and toil going on as we navigate the well layered stanzas. In the end, if we are lucky we can ignore the strife and ease our minds. For me it’s a bicycle ride, a bowl of stove popped corn, or perhaps a gravid poem that ends with classic lines like, ‘a glass of red and a good soul fed, keep minds once lost, to salvation’s view’. Thanks for this. It is very good.

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  • May 7, 2016 at 12:10 AM
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    Thanks Bill, glad you appreciated the work and thank you for your time and kind words. Cheers!

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