Be mine, oh please, love my heart, soul and gut
Your meanness is sexy, my darling ____
Oh, my dear AG
Turn your fury on me
Scream insults at me as I swat your _____
by Robert Gorelick
Rants and raves at congress, she’s domineering
Attorney General’s reputation smearing
Unlike humble Ghandi
She's Mean-Girl Bondi
A maniac, hard-hearted and hard-of-hearing
by I Am Anaya
Happy Valentine's Day!
2/14/26
They say her hair remembers sunlight,
even when the rooms are windowless,
even when the questions stack like files
no one wants to open.
From Tampa’s salt-stung air she rose,
a practiced smile, a courtroom voice,
a lacquered certainty that learned
how to live inside microphones.
Power is a mirror with bad lighting—
it shows you only what it needs.
Behind her, paper storms keep forming,
names half-redacted, dates that bleed.
She walks through corridors of flags,
through praise that claps like shuttered doors,
while somewhere, whispers learn to swim
in darker, colder drawers.
Is it guilt? Or just the gravity
of standing near the grinding wheel?
Even clean hands smell like iron
when history decides to feel.
The cameras love her confidence,
the way it doesn’t flinch or break—
but truth is a slow, patient thing
that never hurries for our sake.
So she stands—bleached, branded, framed—
between the oath and what it hides,
a silhouette of certainty
with doubt stitched softly in the sides.
And Tampa’s sun keeps shining anyway,
as suns have always done before:
indifferent to who holds the keys,
or what is buried in the floor.
O Lord, You have built the heavens with wisdom,
The earth rests upon the pillars of Your counsel.
The rivers run because You have spoken,
The mountains stand because You have decreed.
Teach me to number my days with understanding,
That I may walk in the fear of Your name.
Gold and silver vanish like smoke in the wind,
But the word of the Lord endures forever.
I sought delight in gardens and palaces,
Yet my soul hungered for the bread of Your presence.
Many sons have strengthened your house,
Yet unless You guard it, the watchman wakes in vain.
Give me a heart inclined to mercy,
That I may judge the poor with fairness.
For wisdom is brighter than the morning,
And Your truth shines beyond the stars.
Blessed be the Lord from everlasting to everlasting.
Too raise up Kings and throw kings down.
she walks in smiling
like a billboard,
all blonde shine
and polished teeth.
the laws bend for money,
she knows it—
she’s danced long enough
with men in suits
to sell the dance twice.
you ask about morals,
hell, she keeps them
in a purse—
zippered tight,
pulled out only for the camera.
the rest of the time
she is like the others—
slick, practiced,
and waiting for her next check.
"My things as you."
People as Friends and kettles?
"My things as you."
The witness deprived
Absorbent in deny
How in interchange
Are we spoken
Misleading waste
Papers as snakes
Only in cuisines
Last, hander of things
Gone in time
Decade of take
Sales of ink
And all town
How to announce
Tone?
And all are tow'n
Being towed in the time
Time of all Involved as microcosm In discussion from?
Fearing reprimand of ink as letters ?
Allowing incorrect Consistent sing
the blind justices repeal?
Confound surrender?
Your not printing the article
Your afraid of reading
And the "free" cost!
Remains are extensive
The times grow small inside of earths journals
My sistas
A good woman once prevailed
Yet as her eyes sight the abandonment vessel
Reluctant wrath hatred vision
Prometheus googles
Declare upon the abomination
This place the unaffected
By day she walks among the weary streets,
With quiet strength, her heart a steady flame,
In every gaze, a thousand stories meet,
She knows their pain, though they won't speak her name.
Her hands are soft but firm with gentle care,
They wipe away the sorrows of the night,
A whispered word, a balm to calm despair,
Her presence turns the dark to tender light.
No cry unheard, no soul too lost to find,
She bears their weight, yet never bends her spine,
For kindness flows like rivers from her mind,
She serves not for herself, but what's divine.
And though her heart breaks with the world each day,
Her empathy renews, love shows the way.
The Thankful Attorney
9/2/2023
“Grateful I went to university,” he whispered.
So joyful was he for his sparkling new office..
He smiled, just recalling nights as a waiter!
He’d walk home, in snow deep winters.
A man of dreams, far from a complainer.
Gratefulness sang songs in his blood.
God gave him the strong gift of ambition.
To serve his fellow man, he was indeed.fated.
That night, in his office ,he stunned the stars.
Bursting with pure joy,he had do sing.
“Amazing Grace, how good thou art!”
His life, as an Attorney. off to a munificent start!
Romios
Poem 2
“In My Own Style”
All were ready for the journey,
With us a funny attorney!
Each time he spoke dropped the funny
Like comedians out for money.
"No beauty is spared the horny"
"Life of knotted ties less thorny,
When from lips proceeds The Corny".
An easy-going Attorney!
Guess I could what he was doing:
For more peace among men suing.
I was to learn his name: Sunny
Who'd in Music worked for Sony...
To him I gave the name Bunny
And pledged to call when it's sunny.
God always hinted
What we did He consented
to church se sprinted
went on long journey
while God was our attorney
our sins would bury
when we would grapple
God did give us an apple
took with to chapel
we looked way out far
Saw God who is shining star
in Carolina tar
born in land of free
God was like a shining sea
flowing over me
while sitting on shore
God made rain which would pour
He made more and more
As a poet
you have the right
to remain silent.
If you give up that right.
Anything you say
can and will be used
in the court of public opinion.
You have the right to use
a computer keyboards.
If you cannot afford one,
a pen with a piece of paper
will be provided for you.
You have the right to speak like an Attorney,
to take your readers on a trip or a journey.
Giving them a feeling of anticipation.
Using words out of context or connotation,
or use long words like conversation.
You have the right to give feelings a voice,
to express yourself in every
kind and category of poetry,
or muster a musical group
like the one called Floetry.
You have the right, to recite, day or night
to speak out loud! in front of a crowd!
To make yourself heard!
With the freedom of the spoken word!
To stand and proclaim, to entertain,
Or choose the words to describe your pain!
You, have the right to complain.
Know that for you, no subject is taboo.
Only season your words with grace,
as you may have to eat them,
if they are thrown back in your face.
I once knew a sleazy man, J. Ernie,
J. was a wild abusive attorney.
Killed his mob boss client,
looking so defiant-
Man was lucky all the cops were dirty!
* I chose lawyer *
Limerick II Contest
Joseph May
10-10-6-6-10 syllable count
howmanysyllables.com
January 13, 2019
On the first day of x-mas
My ex wife gave to me
a card from her new attorney
On the second day of x-mas
My ex wife gave to me
Two weeks to leave
and a card from her new attorney
On the third day of x-mas
my ex wife gave to me
Three poloraids
two weeks to leave
and a card from her new attorney
On the fourth day of x-mas
my ex wife gave to me
Four hotel bills
Three polaroids
two weeks to leave
and a card from her new attorney
On the fifth day of x-mas
my ex wife gave to me
five ....oh hell
I was gone...by this time
who am I fooling
and a card from her new attorney
NOW, NOW YOUNG PLAYER.
TIME IS MONEY,
MONEY IS TIME.
HOW MUCH MONEY,
DO YOU HAVE FOR MY TIME?
AS YOU CAN SEE,
I REQUIRE A FEE.
THE SIGN ON THE DOOR
READS ATTORNEY.
ONCE YOU PAY,
I ANSWER IN RHYME.
I'LL DO MY BEST,
TO ACCUMULATE TIME.
NOW, WHAT DO YOU HAVE?
I WANT IT ALL.
I DON'T PLAN ON STOPPING,
TILL YOUR BACK'S ON THE WALL.
NOW THAT YOUR BROKE,
I'LL CREATE YOU A FILE.
YOU'LL GO HOME AND WAIT,
THIS COULD TAKE ME A WHILE.
I'LL STUDY YOUR CASE,
DECIDE HOW TO GO.
WE'LL TAKE IT TO COURT,
I'LL PUT ON A SHOW.
It's just the way I see life
Nothing to love hence nothing to hate
Bash whatever you like
It's just the way I see life
Nothing to hide hence nothing to lie
Speak whatever is in your mind
It's just the way I see life
Nothing to be afraid of hence nothing to avoid
Experience whatever you decide
It's just the way I see life
Nothing to yell hence nothing to repent
Express the mirth out from the worst essence of your life
It's just the way I see life
Nothing to greed hence nothing to shed
Welcome the evil even with a smile
It's just the way I see life
Nothing to plead hence nothing to obey
Honor the person what you are
It's just the way I see life
Nothing to dream hence nothing to expect
Whatever is coming is part of life
It's just the way I see life
No destiny hence no path
Walk where-ever your vision grasps
It's just the way I see life
Nothing to take hence nothing to give
Admire whatever you have
It's just the way I see life
No one to play with hence no one to blame
Go as you like
It's just the way I see life
Live yourself
Live and die.
a.“so tell me. did you do it?”
c.“of course i did it. i wouldn’t be talking to you if i hadn’t.”
a.“well, that’s not necessarily true. you still could’ve been brought in as a possible
suspect---right now there is no reason that anyone would think that you did it, as opposed to any of the others they’ve got.”
c.”you’re saying i’d need representation no matter what, right?”
a.”i’m saying that if you didn’t do it, you would need someone to convince them of that fact, yes---besides yourself.”
c.”ah, what a wonderful country we live in.”
a.”it is what it is. some don’t allow you to prove your innocence, they just say you are guilty.”
c.”but i am guilty, if that’s how you want to phrase it.”
a.”well, how else would you phrase it? you either did it or you didn’t.”
c.”i would say that i committed a just act in a world of injustice.”
a.”o….k. well, as your attorney, i would advise you right now to keep from uttering
reasons for your acts to anyone but me.”
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