Jury Poems - Poems about Jury

...TOO CLOSE TO THE EDGE Whether one is in a state of fury Or even lost in sad desperation Never to antagonise the jury When they review all the information And they approach their deliberation ......Read the rest...

... Like a scorned ex-stripper hell has no fury but how I would love to be on that jury. To call out the po-rn star vamp in the case of Trump v Tramp in this the show trial of the century! ......Read the rest...

...Oh Mondseer: the muck cob brie muenster saga..., crafted when Wallace and Gromit returned from their trip to the moon, which I can prov-olone huck curd (within Trump con feta ration) – as......Read the rest...

...Denying reality not to feel guilty, doesn't mean being free of misery; he sits alone and grumbles, he detests the pathetic glances they flash at him! He fills his tall glass to the brim... and s......Read the rest...

...Tim was the new judge in Deadwood Flat Not really qualified, just a rancher at that He first case was of the outlaw, Horace Slade Caught red handed in a cattle raid The jury took ten minutes to......Read the rest...

... I often see astray dogs, roaming the streets for a sense of purpose. I am quick to find simlarties. After all, why wouldn't there there any similarities. If life is a game of poker, then my d......Read the rest...

... I am losing the war against myself Who I am vs who I am supposed to be against what I am It exhausting when your opponent is a fighter Its exhausting fighting the mirror Cuts and bruises un......Read the rest...

...TWO AVENGER'S BOXING BOUT Midst rings of thunder and a vibrant haze, Two titans clash, in a gladiatorial gaze. Their presence makes the cosmos sing. Immortal meets might in a mortal boxing r......Read the rest...

...“Air becomes wind when it’s agitated.” Lucretius ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Thank you for joining me in the studio today,” Mr. Zephyr. “Glad to be here, Bob......Read the rest...

... I couldn't believe the word on the streets It ran through every nook and cranny and with urgent feet. The news of a daughter's unkind heart was told. A calculated wanton cruelty unfold. The s......Read the rest...

...Scrubbed rubbed the wrong way And left hung up to dry Blown away in the wind Treated like a leper I wasn't perfect but I tried Treated like a sinner Condemned sentenced Feeling small with ......Read the rest...

... They waited, longing for calls of stalemate Upon chequered realms, embracing fate The deep sweat of their shades, merged to convey And became another non-hue - pale grey The non-hues were pl......Read the rest...

...“Air becomes wind when it’s agitated.” Lucretius “Thank you for joining me in the studio today,” Mr. Zephyr. “Glad to be here, Bob. Thank you for having me.” “Can you te......Read the rest...

... Tall Her Eminence stood, calling my name, My first-grade teacher of notable fame, Who had taught most all my kin years before, Now she was summoning me to her court. She was judge and jury,......Read the rest...

... Judged And No Jury Justice is not just , but blind , as Under your own sky , lives virtue , Dictators of the feathered quill . Grieve, lost souls without wings , Eradicate impurities on......Read the rest...