Cinquain by Top Critiquers Poems

Morning…
What can we eat?
How about some pig’s feet?
There enjoyable with coffee
No thanks.

for what  
are lies and not  
let me hear it from you,  
minded man, say it loud and clear-  
your lies  
 
 
you say  
to get lost in  
a "lively" world out there  
drunken in high cacophony-  
Liar  
 
 
swims your  
tadpoles, self-dirts-  
you feed in your shallows  
unabashedly preaching same  
to me  
 
 
silent  
gravels of time  
laid in lustreless words  
digs deep till the magmatic core-  
the Truth  
 
 
still, this  ...