Untitled Series Part 10

After an early morning walk and a visit to deal with a little business, I was struck with the desire to write a poem on Truth versus Twisted Truth. After completing this poem I was rather excited with the result. But that means nothing, when readers have yet to view and read this poem.

I believe that Christian Truth has been diluted with other areas that have for the larger extent been hidden or ignored. I believe in truth when truth should be exposed, also as a Christian believer, I must stand where by beliefs lay. BUT I state all of this not to insult but to explain what lays behind this poem. I believe that we have Truth on one hand and Twisted Truth on another, thus is where this poem stands.

I hope that folks will take the poem as it is and I also hope that the poetic work on this has shown to be better than most I have placed up on this blog.. Yet I am most happy with this one, but means nothing if readers do not enjoy it.

Therefore having said all of that, Please Enjoy this Poem:

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Untitled Series Part 10



The battle of life or death has begun,
 Where truth in defence kissed the feet that won.
With twisted breath held captive e’er in chains,
Prisoner to ne’er empty prides gain trains.


As birth of the lamb out of season rise,
The shepherds staff unused stood, yet who tries?
When eyes of the captors smile open wide,
Festivities hidden, ne’er lost to tide.


We celebrate this with tainted disguise,
Programmed to agree, no simple kiss ties.
All to the gravy trains headed due south,
Goodwill gathers until we close it’s mouth.


Still guardians of twisted truth look out,
Where the lamb once hung, for death once did shout.
There seated on his throne, they stand alone,
Now more than a clone that cuts to the bone.


Be seated still and count the cost of Faith,
Who tainted the water of truth and bathe?
For chains that bind here wound about its lair,
To kiss the feet of twisted truth and scare.




 © Pat Fitzgerald 2023

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Thank you for reading this far into this post, It means a lot to me that folks read my work and enjoy them. Some poetry contain topics that may or may not contain issues that readers either agree with or experience or simply will disagree with. But still Poetry is a form of art work that I enjoy and thus using it in a manner to touch the reader.

My path through writing and publishing it on this blog is a journey beyond any expectations. So my thanks to you for joining me on this journey.

Poetry for me is a constant learning curve that I always strive to improve. Often due to the speed of my typing and a few other issues, mistakes and typos will find their way into published posts. I continue to work on improving this as I move along. My thanks for your understanding this.

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