The Feds loomed, a shadow long,
· "Guilty," the verdict, a chilling song.
· Life in prison, the sentence decreed,
· Attorney's plea, a desperate seed.
· But fate's cruel hand, a twisted game,
· Life behind bars, forever the same.
· Plea bargained hope, a fleeting sigh,
· Replaced by chains, beneath a somber sky.
We all saw it
We all heard it
We all read it
And smelled it.
Meanwhile Deedeepee is rotting in jail
For probably having committed a similar crime
Some do the crime and others don’t do the time
Similarly, some go to Heaven and others go to Hell.
The world smelled it
The world read it
The world heard it
And we saw it.
Some people are above the law
Some people are found to have no fault
Somewhere, God needs to tight the bolt
So all can hear the unwonted song of the crow.
No jail time, no fine and no probation
However, we all felt the humiliation
For God’s sake, an Honorable Christian like Jimmy
Would have never been in such a gnarly quandary.
We all smelled it
We all read it
We all heard it
And the world saw it.
No further explanation
We wonder if justice was done
No further condemnation
History is always fair, just and fun.
The world heart it
The world read it
The world saw it
And we smelled it.
Copyright © January 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
The One who made this Earth
llooks upon my devices with a flavorful derision.
A reaction I perceived to be fear,
which could very well be an illusion
just like the remainder of all physical truths.
The structure itself is impressive in it's design,
but lacks any real stability or constant.
And so it falls into a domino chain that spans from the bitter end of time,
to the temptress folds of a deep, warm nothing
I will not fall pray to such abstractions.
I shall jump through this shrinking circle
this agent of death and disorder
that drags me from agonal season to fleeting episode, to second, and second, in a single file line,
and leave this petty game.
“Guilty as charged!” came the jurors’ report,
Reflecting that justice was served.
The law of the land says to follow the court,
So the verdict was what was deserved.
The defendant, of course, didn’t seem to agree
But instead of accepting the news,
He disparaged the judge and the system so we
Might accept all his nasty, warped views.
When our country was founded, civility ruled
And the leaders worked hard on the laws.
What I hope is that voters won’t somehow be fooled
By a felon with nothing but flaws.
VERDICT
Is it from a past memory that one learns
The thing that someone once did, or said to you
It is as if one’s heart and brain each take turns
To reconcile recollections that accrue
After all this time, that angry flame still burns
And I still wonder what really can be true
That word that affects me to this very day
Guilty is a verdict that I took away
VERDICT OF FIRMAMENT
Firmament addressed clouds asking
not to assemble in platoon
and alarmed aggressive adamant arrogant tempest
not to be tempted to attack,
but allowing welcoming gentle zephyr to blow.
Ablaze Sun got astonished but felt ashamed.
Ample heat with hot air was arrested.
Azure sky in amazing awesome auburn Autumn
to allure outdoor romance in assured angelic ambient
and to assuage any agony if annoying.
Amour awaking, awaiting, appealing for auspicious moment.
avoiding apprehension of anything awry or awkward.
Appalling atrocious happenstance not to hit aspirant pair.
Let the couple be abloom aglow in amorous flow adoring one another.
Not to put in anxiety or anguish but to be accomplished on admiration.
No question of absolution you should arise,
asserting affirmative answer of love to accept astounding unison.
06/19/22
Your Favourite Poem from the first half of 2022
Contest by Julia Ward
they fall into my lap, unresistant.
chocolate, the size of a silver dollar.
sensation of mint betwixt my fingers.
I bite into each one, its cool breath
second to none. Godiva
ceased production of these tongue trinkets.
love pales with petals and Russell Stover…
my husband and I hold hands,
press our temples together and sigh
with the sprightly rush of memory.
Mrs. Field’s fresh Cookies a close second
especially tasty at Fisherman’s Wharf.
still I gladly accept tulips in a väse,
its life-giving water, and caramel dreams.
my heartthrob beams awaiting the verdict —
it’s Valentine’s Day. he’s pretty sure I am his.
holding daisy by the stem —
she loves me, she loves me not
just to be sure, he’s counted each petal beforehand.
eleven flowers on the floor — for pity sake.
1/31/2021
You have a choice of an opinion as do I
wisely taken one would rather be a child than a fool
lowering the bar with sub standards
This name calling is the challenging as if to alter my mind set
casting truth to one side to justify an argument lets spin
in calling me ignorant my ignorance will be your wisdom
In the future facts lets explain they are just an opinion to you
thank God I can see past fiction based brainwashing
that cannot see casualties as victims of this sin being promoted
prophet before profit if one remembers correctly worded to suit
where you have made a mockery of my intelligence
J-ustice
O-f
V-erdict
I-s
T-he
E-quity
S-o
P-eople
A-ccept
N-iceness
O-f
L-aw
Topic: Birthday of Jovit Español (January 28)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Three days before the end,he lay quite still
Could barely speak nor breathe not eat nor smile
I sat alone and swollen was my heart
I knew by inward feelings, soon we ‘d part
At home were waiting frozen ready meals
Quite suitable to my own freezing feel
He gazed at me and tried to speak some words
“How will you manage,sweet”, I barely heard.
The grief I felt ignored by day time nurse
And from the Sister, came demonic curse.
Exercised in Re Hab until dead
And even after that, cruel words they said
Resuscitated, left in peace in bed.
He lasted 19 hours .The verdict: “Dead.”
Here knows now
Not just how
Words endow
Thought frames plot
Heed sweet spot
In blind lot
Time moves rhyme
See brave mime
In sad chime
Space keeps pace
Sense bright grace
In mood trace
Feel joy feed
A clear need
As touch speeds
Just in case
Watch time ace
In dream space
Faith finds hope
Wise tact copes
Love now scopes
Juice fond blend
In crisp trend
Cast you send
Leon Enriquez
19 August 2018
Singapore
In the court room there's
one stenographer
six men
six women must be the jury
one judge
one verdict
audience the assembled spectators or listeners at a public event
one court room filled with 107 persons
two lawyers, six witnesses
six men
six women must be the jury
one judge
one verdict
guilty
7/23/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
After many days the jury was still out determining Love's
guilt. Love was nowhere to be found and the media was having a blast with the trial of the century.
Headlines read: Love's meddling challenged by Fear
Love is in hiding afraid of verdict
Seems as if Fear bagged Love
Love is loose and in hiding
Love is at it again with scores of marriages
Love found hiding in peoples hearts
Love trumped Fear and hope is alive
The jury is still out and the judge called the case a Mistrial.
So the jury did not reach a verdict concerning Love's actions and her continued pursue of hope and love.
Crying for verdict
Talk about golden era
Talk about Bhagirathi hard effort
Who convert again India in a holy sole?
Talk about ram regime
Talk about our prosperous past
Look at the gain of present time
Where is ram and Ganga?
Who is ideal of new generation?
Holy Ganga facing blame
Sacrifices of old age
Go useless we lost past gain
Who is responsible for lost glory?
Contaminated Ganga crying for verdict
My speed go slow
But my run go steadier
I know I am far from your fragrance
But I am sure to win your love
Singing birds inspire me on way
Sun fallow with sunshine
While I go tired
Garden of god make me fresh
I know structure of life
Sometime fall sometime rise
I have to come in front
I have to remove fog of dark night
My vision about the truth
Make my way toward true rise
I have full faith on verdict of god
My mission to win your heart
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