Poetry from a True Heart, by Doris Trueheart

Travesty and Tragedy

2026-05-01T09:06:00.003-04:00

Tragedy is a heart that breaks,
A soul enduring darkened days,
A loss so deep, it shakes the ground—
Real pain where grief is found.

Travesty is a mockery played,
A farce in the name of charade,
Not pain, but insult—shallow, loud—
A crown placed on a fraud.

One weeps from truth too hard to bear,
The other? Laughter laced with glare.
Tragedy mourns. Travesty jeers.
One drowns in tears. One fuels our sneers.

A Steady Wont

2026-05-01T09:04:00.006-04:00

Each dawn she walks the garden path,
A silent, slow, and steady wont.
Not forced, not bound by any math,
But deep in rhythm, soul and thought.

She wants the blooms, the dew, the light,
And won’t be rushed by modern haste.
Yet still she comes, each morning right—
This quiet ritual, long embraced.

Her wont is peace, her heart’s true song,
A gentle pull, where she belongs. 🌿

I Give God Thanks

2026-04-14T07:58:00.000-04:00

I am a child of God, you see.
And what he means for me,
Is mine.
And all things work together to bring me to his will divine.
Those who try to stand in my way
Become stepping stones to lift me high and so each day,
I give God thanks!

Aphorisms

2026-04-11T16:18:00.000-04:00

Always act; advice is cheap as dust.
Patience plants the seed, time yields the fruit.
Hands that help are holier than lips that pray.
Open doors invite the future in.
Roots run deep where storms cannot reach.
Inner peace outlasts any fleeting win.
Still waters hold the deepest thoughts.
Mistakes are the mind's most honest teachers.
Silence speaks volumes to those who listen.

Ready for More

2025-09-27T10:49:00.008-04:00

From the depths of my soul, a whisper grows,
To a chorus of longing, my spirit rose.
Eyes open wide, to the world I implore,
With courage and hope, I declare, "I'm ready for more!"

A life of abundance, I'm destined to seek,
A journey unfolding, not for the weak.
With gratitude's compass, my journey will start.
To the universe's call, I open my heart.

Beyond the horizon, new paths I'll explore,
Through valleys and peaks, my spirit will soar.
Each step that I take, with faith as my core,
A life of abundance, I'm ready to roar.

The world's rich tapestry, I'm eager to see,
New knowledge to gain, new dreams to be.
With positivity's light, my essence aglow,
To the universe's gifts, I whisper, "Hello!"

As love and prosperity find their way,
Through blessings bestowed, both night and day,
I'll cherish each moment, and ask for much more,
For my heart's song sings of abundance galore.

Can You Say No?

2025-09-27T10:47:00.001-04:00

[Verse 1]
Can you say no?
No to the glitter, no to the crown,
No to the chains that weigh you down?
I knew the cost—oh yes, I knew,
The price of selling what's pure and true.

You can’t buy me, no gold, no lies,
Some crowns are heavy, they disguise.
Men who bow, who kneel, who fall,
Lose their voice, their soul, their all.

[Chorus]
Walk with courage, lift your eyes,
Let your conscience, bold, arise.
Do you know what you carry inside?
A nation's hope, its sacred pride.

[Verse 2]
Castrated minds, silenced cries,
Chasing shadows, living lies.
They cut their conscience, dimmed the light,
Loyal to power, lost in the fight.

Representatives, hear this plea,

Step with honor, let truth be free.
The presidency—oh, feel its weight,
It is no game; it shapes our fate.

[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Black people, hear the call,
Our forefathers’ chains still haunt us all.
But now we stand, with liberty’s light,
Will we be tricked, or will we fight?

Money deceives, submission binds,
But freedom lives in steadfast minds.
Hold your ground, don’t let it slip,
Truth is stronger than a silver grip.

[Outro]
Can you say no? Stand tall, be brave,
The soul of a people, we must save.
With heads held high, our voices ring,
A song of honor, let freedom sing.

Tattling Teller

2025-09-26T19:36:00.002-04:00

A tattling teller told a tall tale of a talented tailor, tasked to tuck teal thread through a tattered tapestry, teaching tenacity through tormenting techniques.

Song of the Wolf

2025-09-24T08:41:00.000-04:00

Beneath the shadow of night's dark cloak,
A primal yearning, my spirit awoke,
Upon a hill, beneath the stars,
A wolf's refrain, it echoes far.

My muzzle raised to touch the sky,
A mournful howl, my lonesome cry,
The moonlight glistens on my fur,
A silver glow, a wistful stir.

The forest whispers, secrets deep,
I close my eyes, the past I keep,
My heart, it aches for distant kin,
A call to them, my song begins.

For in the moonlight's tender gleam,
I feel a presence, a distant dream,
Of tales untold, and spirits wild,
The beating heart of earth and child.

And so I howl, my sorrowed plea,
An ancient bond, that yearns to be,
A wolf's lament, a moonlight serenade,
This song, forever, shall not fade.

A Wordsmith’s Adventure

2025-09-24T08:32:00.006-04:00

Once upon a time, in a land quite absurd,
A wordsmith embarked on a journey, undeterred.
With a lexicon vast and a mind ever keen,
He sought to find meaning in all that was seen.

Ergo, he began with a rather odd quest,
To use words so uncommon, it was a bequest.
His friends found it strange, but he was quite thrilled,
For a challenge like this, his heart was fulfilled.

First, he met a man who seemed willfully blind,
To the world's many colors, he paid no mind.
The wordsmith, hence, taught him to truly see,
Life's vivid tapestry, so rich and carefree.

Next, he encountered a vicarious soul,
Living through others, as if in a hole.
He urged her to step out, to dance in the rain,
To live her own life and eschew the pain.

He chanced upon a lad, whose choices were rather,
Too safe, too mundane, a cautious feather.
"Take risks," he advised, "and find what's sublime,
For life is too short to waste precious time.

"He spoke with a scholar who indubitably thought,
His wisdom supreme, his intellect hot.
Yet he was closed off to what others might say,
The wordsmith reminded him to humbly find his way.

A lady he met, was ostensibly kind,
But deep down, her intentions were quite maligned.
He beseeched her to soften, to embrace love's light,
And in this kindness, she found true delight.

A taciturn lad was next in his sight,
Seldom speaking, he hid from the light.
"Share your voice," he insisted, "with words rich and deep,
For within your silence, great stories sleep.

"Presumptively, he then came across,
A boy who would judge and often gloss
Over the beauty in those he'd meet,
A lesson in grace was offered, so sweet.

Diametrically opposed were two stubborn souls,
Each one's opinion set in a rigid mold.
He showed them the beauty of differing views,
And how to find balance in life's many hues.

There was one who would invariably find,
A reason to fuss, to leave joy behind.
The wordsmith advised, "Be grateful each day,
For life is a gift, in every which way.

"Lastly, he chanced upon a tangentially-prone lass,
Who would stray from her path, lost in the vast.
"Stay true to yourself," he gently professed,
"And in your heart, you will find your life's quest.

"Through this adventure, with words as his guide,
He helped others find wisdom from deep inside.
And so, our wordsmith, a hero unsung,
Serves as a reminder, in this tale spun.

“Can’t Get You Out of My Head” (A poem in the voice of Trump’s obsession)

2025-09-23T10:03:00.000-04:00

I just can’t help the way that I feel,
You haunt my thoughts — you're too surreal.
Your walk, your talk, that steady tone,
Still echo louder than my own.

You stood with grace, the world stood still,
While I demand and shout and will.
They called you calm, they called you wise,
While I chase storms and alibis.
You had the glow, the Nobel prize,
The laughs, the books, the global ties.
I got the crowds, the rage, the chants,
But still, somehow — you live in my rants.

You made that room your home before
I barged in, slammed the door.
You shook my hand, you played it cool —
And I’ve been chasing you since that duel.

I mocked your name, I claimed your birth,
I questioned everything — your worth.
But truth be told, if I'm sincere, It’s envy that keeps dragging you near.

Each law you passed, I tried to shred,
Each phrase you spoke, still in my head.
They cheered for you in song and street,
While I just tweet, seethe, and repeat.

I see you in the mirror's shade,
In every slight that I’ve replayed.
You're elegance, I'm raw appeal —
But I can't fake what you made real.

I just can’t help the way that I feel,
You’re in my mind like spinning wheels.
A shadow long, a silent tread —
I just can’t get you out of my head.

A Recrudescence of Dark Shadows

2025-09-23T09:51:00.004-04:00

Upon the threshold of time, where history trembles,
recrudescence unfolds, haunting shadows resemble.
Trumpet's blare, a call to fear, coming of past's sins drear,
return of a reign, that once divided, yet draws near.

Ignorant of the craft, the weaver's web he slashes,
Our Economics falters as bull and bear clashes.
A tyrant is reborn, as a phoenix with scorched wings,
His policies ignite, the ember of hatred sings.

Disdain for the masses, a disregard for their cries,
Their needs neglected as his selfish desires rise.
A nation torn asunder, a people's anguished plight,
A recrudescence of darkness, swallowing the

Love prevails over hate within the hearts of the just,
Their voices rise, united in hope and trust.
A symphony of resistance, a song of peace,
Their anthem swells, for tyranny's release.

As history observes, our choices as a guide,
May we choose wisely, the future to decide.
For we the people, hold the power within our hands,
To mold our destiny, if united we stand.

The Wanderer’s Realization

2025-09-23T09:41:00.002-04:00

Upon a hill, a wanderer stood,
Gazing o'er the declivity,
A realm of beauty, as he could
Not deny his proclivity.

To traverse the untenable,
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
The call of nature, inimitable,
'Neath azure skies and starlit sky.

Yet in his quest for heights unknown,
And paths untrod, so far away,
A truth, self-evident, was shown,
As if a beacon to allay.

This path he trod with heart so bold,
His journey, never quite the same,
A tale of courage, and behold,
From whence he came, his soul aflame.

With newfound wisdom in his eyes,
He saw, with a profound sight,
The world, as if a grand surprise,
Both darkness held, and vibrant light.

Thus, with a heart that gently yields,
To nature's call, so wild and free,
He felt the joy that life reveals,
The wanderer, evermore, would be.

Shadows of Innocence Lost

2025-09-21T07:58:00.006-04:00

Beneath the laughter, hidden deep,
A shadow lingers in my sleep,
A secret memory, dark and cold,
A tale of innocence once told.

In childhood's garden, pure and bright,
Where butterflies took their flight,
A serpent slithered, silent sin,
And robbed the world that should have been.
How tender hands, once held with trust,
Now shake with anger's burning lust,
To scream the pain, to shout the past,
To free the girl who couldn't last.

But shame, it clings, a veil so tight,
Around the child who lost her light,
And though the years have passed like rain,
The scars still whisper their refrain.

Now at the threshold of my youth,
I long for love, I long for truth,
To somehow mend the brokenness,
And leave behind this dark abyss.

A healing journey's path I'll find,
To face the fear that plagues my mind,
And one day, I will stand, serene,
A teenage girl, no longer pinned.

For now, I cry, I mourn the loss,
Of childhood's sweet and tender gloss,
And in my tears, I'll shed the shame,
That seeks to burn my gentle flame.

Severing the Serpent's Head

2025-09-21T07:49:00.001-04:00

United we stand, against the serpent's wrath,
A nation strong, defending our righteous path.
With eyes wide open, we see its plan,
Now's the time to take a valiant stand.

Let wisdom guide our every move,
Our bonds of love, the serpent shall disprove.
For in our unity, we'll find the might,
To face the foe, and do what's right.

Unite against the venomous tongue,
Speak truth to power, in chorus sung.
In the face of hate, let love abound,
Together we'll sever, the serpent's crown.

Wield not a sword, but words of peace,
Reason and understanding, shall the serpent cease.
In hearts of love, and minds of light,
We'll vanquish the serpent, and win the fight.

So rise, America, and heed the call,
Cut off the serpent's head, once and for all.
Together we'll stand, and never yield,
In strength and love, our nation's shield.

The Serpent's Strike

2025-09-11T09:12:00.001-04:00

Beware, America, the serpent's guise,
A threat that lurks, in far-right skies.
With fangs of venom, it slithers near,
The feet of freedom, it does not spare.

This viper, born of malice and hate,
Wraps its coils, to suffocate.
Democracy's soil, it seeks to taint,
With poison words, a nation faints.

As serpents shed, their withered skin,
Far-right extremism, a disguise so thin.
Beneath its scales, a danger lies,
Fangs of division, to spread despise.

Upon our feet, it strikes with force,
Our foundations shake, a perilous course.
But strong we stand, our unity great,
Against the serpent's venomous fate.

With shield and sword, let truth prevail,
Expose the darkness, in which it veils.
For in the light, America thrives,
Resist the serpent, to keep freedom alive.

Perseverate

2025-01-06T13:23:00.001-05:00

Pondering thoughts, a cycle
Eternal loops of contemplation
Recurring ideas, never ending
Seeking answers, always searching
Endlessly mulling over details
Vexed by the mind's persistence
Engrossed in the same old pattern
Repeating, never to deviate
A captive to one's own thoughts
Tangled in mental repetition
Echoing the same refrain.

In the Forest

2025-01-06T12:55:00.003-05:00

In the forest,
Trees all around,
Where the birds are conversing,
Peace there is found.

Lies Bind the Minds

2024-10-28T08:03:00.003-04:00

Commonplace in politics are whispers and lies,
A pattern emerges, where truth often dies.
Deceitful tongues, and cunning minds,
Weave webs of tales that leave us blind.

When fear takes hold, in times unsure,
The people seek a voice, a cure.
In steps a leader, bold and loud,
With words that stir the fearful crowd.

A metaphor spoken, a tale is spun,
Creating enemies, where once were none.
The minds of men, in fear unwise,
Consume the lies, and soon despise.

Rapist, criminals, thieves of your nest-egg,
Dehumanizing words, a vicious plague.
Whispered in ears, with fearsome might,
They fuel the flames of endless night.

These tales of woe, deceit, and dread,
Infect the mind, and soon are spread.
The lies, repeated, brain pathways form,
Resistant to the truth, they storm.

In fear and hatred, people march,
Their minds controlled, their hearts so dark.
Divided nation, a weakening core,
As lies and whispers wage their war.

As lies persist, the web ensnares,
A nation's heart, in deep despair.
A leader's voice, with cunning art,
Weaves tales that pull the soul apart.

A rigged election, a deceitful claim,
A lie repeated, a toxic game.
The faithful followers, their minds astray,
In darkness dwell, with truth at bay.

For some, the lies are easy prey,
Their minds receptive, fear's in play.
A hoax believed, a path well-worn,
Their thoughts enslaved; their senses torn.

Yet others see, with clearer sight,
The falsehoods cloaked in fake delight.
Their brains, untrained. Lies, they resist.
Truth and reason, they insist.

But history shows, with gentle hand,
That lies and darkness cannot stand.
When tyranny's reign is brought to light,
The truth shall triumph, shining bright.

But it takes a disruptive force, a jarring spark,
To wake the minds held in the dark.
And though the path to change is steep,
The soul of truth shall never sleep.

For in the end, the lies will fall,
As tyrants tremble, truths enthrall.
And though the journey may be long,
Our hearts beat strong, with hope and song.

So guard your thoughts. Be wary, friends,
Of leaders wielding poisonous pens.
For in their words, a power lies,
To cloud our minds and beat down our will to compromise.

Maga Meaning

2024-08-05T01:19:00.002-04:00

Maga, a word of evil meanings,
From white supremacy sought to schemes unseen.
A dream for some, a con for others,
A symbol worn by sisters and brothers.

In America, it's Trump's refrain,
A call to bring back the past exclusionary game.
But maga is a Nigerian word that tells a different story,
It is a mark of shame, not of glory.

Maga means "I'm a fool, taken by a hoax or fraud."
Wearing a hat with that name on it is perplexing and quite odd.
In Japanese, maga means, "I am evil,
A worshipper of the devil."

In Latin, maga means witch, sorceress, wizard, magician.
To wear this name on your forehead means you are a brainwashed son of perdition.
Maga is a call to Satan for calamity and disaster,
Mindless sublimation to the whim of a master.

So why would one choose to wear this sign,
To proudly display this ungodly design?
Perhaps it's just blind faith at play,
But maga means, "I am the prey."

Whatever the reason, it's clear to see,
The power of words and what they call to be.
For maga's meaning is all too clear,
A symbol of hate, violence, and fear.

Chameleon Candidate

2024-08-01T21:23:00.002-04:00

There once was a man named Trump
Whose views seemed quite often to jump
From left to right, then back again
Depending on where the cash came in.

As each billionaire would crossed his path
Trump's views took a bubble bath.
In Trump's mind, a new philosophy
Was born with each new billionaire's fee.

A donor who loved a border wall
Would find Trump suddenly enthralled.
While one who favored free trade deals
Would watch Trump's views begin to wheel.

A hawk on war, or dove of peace
Trump's views would shift with much release.
As each new donor came his way,
His stance would change, with no delay.

Cryptocurrencies, once did he loathe,
But with donations from Bitcoin Baily and the Winklevoss' he sung a different oath.
Anheuser-Busch beer, first to blame,
Then after this company donated, Trump's tune changed.

Trump's loyalty, it would seem,
Depended on whose money donated to his team.
Electric cars, at first, he mocked,
After Elon Musk donated, his opinion quite unlocked.

With Peter Thiel's donation, Trump's choice for Arizona's Senate race
Seemed to shift at a blistering pace.
After Thiel's donation, Trump's Vice Presidential pick evolved too,
Amidst a political hullabaloo.

As his donations fluctuated, so did his opinions turn with the tide,
He was a bought man, his thoughts turned with the bribe.
Each issue a new chance to shape
His views, an ever-changing drape.

Rather than drain the swamp, he dug deeper in.
He was never for the people, only for himself, the election, he tried to win.
He did not care who he dragged with him into the much and mire.
He didn't care who knew he was a man for hire.

He was a slave to the billionaires he owed,
And duped all the people that followed.
He was the ultimate con man, a pathological liar.
He didn't care if he set America and its Constitution on fire.

So many people he did deceive,
And even had the Christian Church believe
That he was a man God sent,
While he was only a man hell bent.

So what did Trump truly believe?
It seemed his views were but a sleeve
Worn to please each billionaire's whim
A chameleon, through and through, was him.

The Dangers of Church/State Union

2024-07-23T00:54:00.004-04:00

When Church and State in wedlock lie,
A dark and treacherous path draws nigh.
For power and faith, in one hand clenched,
The rights of many, soon are quenched.

The Church, once a beacon, of love and light,
Loses her radiance, in the state's fierce might.
No longer guided, by a compass true,
The path grows dim, in a power askew.

As State embraces, religion's dress,
A tangled web, begins to press.
Freedom of faith, succumbs to force,
A nation's soul, then loses course.

The voice of State, with Church entwined,
Wields faith as weapon, to control the mind.
No longer neutral, in matters of creed,
Divisions deepen, as the people bleed.

The dangers of union, a tale to heed,
When Church and State, together lead.
For in their dance, a nation frays,
Let wisdom guide, in separating ways.

Mob’s Choice

2024-07-23T00:49:00.005-04:00

A mob gathered around the seat of Pilate in days of old,
They had to make a choice and this crowd rolled.
"Give us Barabbas!" they cried aloud,
"Crucify Jesus!" echoed the crowd.

The leaders of faith, in that long-gone day,
Chose a murderer, and sent the Savior away.
A choice so grim, so hard to bear,
Love rejected, amidst despair.

Today, a new choice, again is made,
In the land of the free, where the brave have stayed.
Evangelicals rally, their voices raise,
"We want Trump!" they shout, in a modern-day maze.

Leaving behind the humble man of love, truth, and faith,
A man of pride, power, lies, and crime, they embrace.
As with the choice of Barabbas, and the rejection of love so near,
They repeat this error to appease their fear.

Oh, how history repeats, in its twisted way,
A mob decides, and the consequences weigh.
Yet hope remains, for a world so torn,
To find love and truth, in the Savior, through a life reborn.

The Choice of Leadership

2024-07-14T20:24:00.001-04:00

When paths diverge, and choices made,
What qualities should our hearts persuade?
To follow one, who boasts and lies,
Or one whose truth, in humbleness lies?

The prideful liar, on high horse stands,
With golden tongue, he works his plans.
But beneath the shine, deception waits,
A leader lost, to pride's cruel fate.

The humble stutterer, a different sight,
With words that falter, yet ring so bright.
In honesty, his soul is bared,
A leader true, with love he's dared.

Not in perfection, does greatness lie,
But in the courage, to not deny.
Our stumbles and falls, our human state,
The humble stutterer, shall not break.

I'd choose the one, whose heart is pure,
Whose words may falter, yet truth endure.
For in his eyes, a light does shine,
A leader true, with love divine.

Threads of Fate ( meditations on Joshua 7)

2024-07-14T16:59:00.002-04:00

In life's tapestry, our threads are spun,
Each life connected, a web so finely strung.
A single pull, the fabric puckers and yields,
A reminder that our lives, together are sealed.

Like ripples on a pond, our actions spread,
Interwoven in the fabric of life's great thread.
A waterfall, from a single drop does rise,
Our deeds, a cascade, beneath the heavens' eyes.

Within the game of life, we move as one,
Each choice affecting, all that's to come.
A chess player, looks forward in his sight,
His every move, a ripple in the night.

For good or ill, our deeds are felt,
Throughout the web of life, so deftly knelt.
Our lives, a dance of cause and effect,
A force in motion, a truth to reflect.

With every action, comes reaction's sway,
The balance of life, in its intricate play.
So let us choose, with love in our hearts,
For our interconnectedness, is but the start.

In the story of Achan, a truth resides,
That every choice, affects far more than just our lives.
We are the pebbles, in the pond so vast,
Our deeds, the ripples, that forever last.

A Tale of Deliverance

2024-07-14T14:47:00.005-04:00

In times of old, a story's told,
Of Abigail, a woman bold.
With beauty bright, and wisdom true,
To Nabal, she was bound, a man so cruel.

As Nabal's heart, with darkness filled,
America knew, a leader's will,
Resounding with harshness, and deceit,
A nation wept, so bittersweet.

Yet God, in mercy, heard their cries,
And sent deliverance, from darkened skies.
As He saved Abigail, from a marriage ill,
America too, found strength and will.

Now again, let us choose, with hearts aflame,
Leaders of honor, deserving of fame.
Kind and humble, like David of old,
Let our nation's story, with grace unfold.

A woman wise, and nation strong,
Found freedom, from a tyrant's song.
As Abigail to David's heart was led,
Let America choose leaders, that gently tread.

In times to come, let tales be spun,
Of choices made, and battles won.
For when we seek, with love and light,
Our leaders shall guide us, towards what’s right.

(reprint of Facebook post July 6th by Doris Moss)