Knowing The Ways Of The World, My Art Poem by Dennis Ryan

Knowing The Ways Of The World, My Art



February 7,2005; Saturday morning, Sept.17,2022
at 8: 30 a.m.

'The first casualty of war is the truth.'
- a war reporter's observation

Knowing the ways of the world, my art,
I want you to know that after I'm gone,
and maybe before, others will smear me,
blame and blacken my name based
upon their own fears and hidden agendas.
But know this: I have a heart that's wide open,
and, in sum, my heart produces my art.
Consult my true friends on this if you can
find them. From false friends, like Karen,
you get only false reports disguised as truths.

Saturday, September 17, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: falsehood,broken friendship,lie,lies,relationship,knowledge,artistic work,human condition,human brain,jealousy,betrayer,betrayal
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I regret ever making friends with Karen Cuccio Davis, and others like her. She has been a false friend for years now; has, on many occasions betrayed me since our years of knowing one another and teaching at the same college in New Port Richey, Floirda.
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Dennis Ryan

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Wellsville, New York
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