Honesty

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They say that honesty is the best policy.

Be assertive.

Say what you really think.

“I feel hurt by what you just said….”

Let The Truth be out.

I try my best on this…

Though maybe I’m ready

For another Assertiveness Course.

But sometimes the truth seems too hard to give.

“Do I look all right in this?

No you look a mess”!!!

MMM No.

“You always look great, love”…

To tell a Mum she has lost a child –

Oh my.

I know some who lie through their back teeth

And even believe their own lies.

Annoying indeed.

But then again I cannot help myself

From sugar-coating the truth

With little white lies

Or simply keeping quiet.

Economical with the truth

To keep the peace.

For sometimes people make me feel naïve

For blurting out

What others will not utter.

And the PC brigade are always

On my case.

Mum brought me up to say

What people like to hear:

To fit in and

“Be normal”.

To be approved.

Always have the right coloured door

And keep up with the Joneses.

So the rights of this

Are obscured by mists.

And all I seek

Is some happy

Middle ground.

Paul Butters

Soldiers of Peace

Soldiers of Peace march on

Have no enemies

Just hearts and souls to win over.

See no divisions

Between race or creed

Or whatever.

Engage with people.

Listen and understand

Where they are coming from.

Unite us all:

The human race –

Life Forms everyone.

Have that discipline

Of the best army

In the world

But channel everything

Into peace

And Love.

Stand together

For The Common Good.

Paul Butters

Me, Me, Me

It’s just gone midnight,

And I’m full of whisky,

But I must Assert,

That I am Me.

The only one

Who lives THIS life.

Even The Queen cannot do that.

Nor Putin, Nor Trump

Or Whoever.

Only I count.

I’m The One.

Yes I’ve said this before.

When I Go

The World will end

As far as I’m concerned.

And that’s all that matters.

You may think this selfish.

It is.

My only defence is that

I revere All Life.

By choice.

I Loved my Mum

And Dad.

And I love all my relatives

And Friends.

Especially my Sister.

I wouldn’t kill a spider

Or a fly.

I love all animals

And Plants.

Caring is my middle name

In fact.

But in the end,

I’m the one

Who counts

Like I said.

I need no “recognition”

Or fame,

Or even money –

So long as I have enough

To get me by.

My teachers showed me I have some talent:

Lucky genes.

If only I’d done enough homework…

But I count my blessings.

I do not say all this out of aggression.

But rather, I am being Assertive:

Showing Self-Esteem

And saying No

As required.

Expressing what I feel

As me.

Yes it’s me, me, me.

You’ll just have to accept it.

Paul Butters