Carcinogen canards tossed around as suggestive seeds
spreading their toxic waste fabrications
as a corruptive fertilizer over perception's garden
sprouting as weeds that strangle the blossoms of truth.
They grow with a fragrance
that infects the mind with distortion's essence
causing temporary blindness to facts.
The farmers of prevarication's produce
savoring with lustful visions
when they can harvest the fruit of their labors.
It flourishes best in naiveté's virgin soil
where one's untilled earth of thought
can't tell a weed from a rose.
Until the season of accountability
brings its weathering wash
eroding away the sentiments
of mendacity's distortion thickets
leaving behind a landscape
barren of the foliage promised
by barkers of mythical magic beans.
Trusting hearts left malnourished by the salads
created from what was grown
suffer from malnourishment of hope,
to which the agrarians of falsehood
smile and say,
it is harmless fun.
Author notes
Prompt - lie
A contest entry
- don't rush 2 by layla..
300 points, ended October 26, 2007, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you thin
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I loved it... Your imagery rocks
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Thank you for the wonderful comment.
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wow. very wordy when it didnt have to be. but the message was pretty clear and the metaphor held throughout. well executed. possibly a contender.
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Thank you for the nice comment
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