“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label lie cheat steal poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lie cheat steal poem. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
Holey Trinity: Lie, Cheat & Steal
Lately
I have heard
Every word (not said)
Calling your bluff
Hasn't happened (yet)
Each day, more regret
And yet-you continue
To think I don't know
Stolen moments, my
Trust taken for a ride, Dead
Ends
Await a new pure white
Little lie (by immaculate Mary's men).
Image of painting by Georges de La Tour [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. The Cheat with the Ace of Clubs, 1630-1634.
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