Necessary Untruths
A game of hide-and-seek
not behind chairs or under tables
within thickets or crouched in deep culverts
but obscured between sharp truths.
That white lie
you tell yourself
just to keep going.
To read more poems to this prompt, go here: dVerse Poets
For the dVerse Poets April Fools prompt: Lies
Toxicity Report
Toxic little rumors and poisonous little lies
circumvent veracity and cloak it in disguise,
poisoning perception, holding truth at bay,
obscuring what is truth in favor of hearsay.
“Toxic” was one of the last WordPress prompts and although it was less than a year ago that I ran this response, I think it warrants repetition. I fear we’ve all been driven to toxicity by the preponderance of lies told by our leaders as well as on the internet. Even those of us who do not know we lie have fallen victim to this toxicity by reblogging and repeating on Facebook and Twitter facts we have not verified. I’ve been guilty of this as well. I’m trying to be more careful.
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Myth or Liar? (A Prevarication Primer)
What is the difference between a myth and lie?
Four and twenty blackbirds baked into a pie
clearly is a myth because it is impossible,
while your claim you baked that pie you bought is just implausible.
It seems the only difference is a matter of degree.
The biggest lie’s the only one to go down mythically.
If you aim small, it’s true they’ll only label you a liar.
If you want to be a legend, simply aim your lying higher!!!!
The prompt today is “Mythical.”
A Teenage Mythology
A sneeze is how a poltergeist gets outside of you.
At night a different stinky elf sleeps inside each shoe.
Every creaking rafter supports a different ghost,
and it’s little gremlins who make you burn the toast.
Each night those tricky fairies put snarls in your hair,
while pixies in your sock drawer unsort every pair.
Midnight curtain billows are caused by banshee whistles.
Vampires use your toothbrush and put cooties in its bristles.
Truths all come in singles. It’s lies that come in pairs.
That’s a zombie, not a teenager, sneaking up the stairs.
It will come as no surprise that our prompt today was to write a ten-line poem in which each line is a lie.
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