Transparency Poems - Poems about Transparency

I say the word and feign a Freudian slip From between its legs duplicities drip Often doubling as a quip and tasting chalky, just a bit History will record the troubling truth that I never existed if I don’t submit I’ll submit this thing as if it’s a soliloquy while being transparent with reverse psychology When transparency is brutal it packs a...

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they say actions speak louder than innuendos so true and when you speak in riddles know that your subtleties are lost on me i'm left not knowing how to feel so if my responses seem anything but direct i admit that it is absolutely so i'm often in a quandry and have no words to say AP: 3rd place 2025 ...

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I wonder where Taxed money goes No project gain. Raise budget year No hope where sent People's face fret. Paint dismal day Hard to abroad But force to be. Where leaders went Sheet Bi-cam failed Blank signs was filled....

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transparency egg white runs down clear glass bowl.... dew 'pon daylilies ...

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HOW CAN I PRETEND ? PART 2 Pretence is for those who round a corner with I did read that book, she smiles with her eyes, then escape to humour minds or waves agonising over shame or secrecy or stealth calculating cunning strategies for recognition such nouns or adjectives are human language defining egoic grids instead I...

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HOW CAN I PRETEND ? PART 1 How can I pretend when flutters across my chest only prickle as your thought arrives with doubt or hope What is hope anyway ? A flimsy wish built upon a matrix I no longer attune to as Mantis explores my device How can I pretend when staring at a mouldy...

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thousand star-lit sun tries to light up the lobby --- wooden doors, windows... ...

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William Soutar 'TRANSPARENCY ' x                                                 x x                                                     x...

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The black and orange dust comes off on my fingers revealing the fragile mesh so easily crushed therefore brave I was troubled the color was so loose so removable to my hand but even more at the transparency beneath Oh, don't go catching butterflies until you are prepared to see the underpinning delicate and clear where there is courage destructibility and fear...

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Your transparency is like black paint Shrouded in silence and deceit Hiding in shadows of your own making But I see through your dark retreat You cannot fool me with your lies Nor blind me with your fake allure Your transparency is like black paint But I have the solvent of truth...

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I never want to keep from you What dwells within my heart— To never hide my thoughts from you, And leave you in the dark I should have never spared your eyes The anguish felt within my soul, For fear the pain would be too much, And break the heart that once was whole I want to be transparent now, And open doors that...

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To follow our most transparent Light To lead the most deeply vulnerable Soul To accompany Beauty's most trusted Bright This compassionate communication quest, like positive psychology's best and whole open systemic theories about all our most synergetic rest Resists negative prejudicial Retributive Judgment of EgoSelves and EcoOthers While positively promoting TransParency and VulnerAbility. NonJudgment, like NonViolence, feels far weaker than positive healing communication powers of ComPassion. Yet ReStorative CoPassions do not seem to co-arise to...

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If you are looking for transparency Here , here Unfortunately no sole survivor remains alive today able to show us how it's made Sadly they took both the secret recipe and ingredients with them to the grave Now do you see That's why in particular when it comes to transparency Sundays are best left for silent contemplation For some with...

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Time to remember things go two ways, reciprocate what I do or stay away; Always the one that you call on last; Never off the edge of your oblivion; Second always to your shiny new toys; Picking the dead flowers in your garden; Already feeling anger bubbling over reacting to you so I hope you listen; Easy to miss...

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Each of us is unique and has our own STORY. ...

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