Aussie Lawyers barristers cops, liberarians
Judges court clerks..Bookies The lot.' even the underworld i beleive you have a code.? Well the whole country is now in survival mode.' Britain looks to you (are you aware?) Do not go like Canada.' Don't you
Bloody well dare.' Watch out for the shills, they are easy with the smiles' the pollo ones so full
Of wiles.' Air your thoughts among each other..You can't shy away, come on my brothers.' All the women will be with you just (treat them fair) those in the billboard
Battalion have some 'real flair' good on ya
Gals.! Keep things organised, thats one more strength you Shiela's, own it and no surprise, you've been out to Colac and Bendigo all through the Wimmera, of course I know.' Band together stand as one
I'll keep firing internationally.
Blasting away; i'm glued to these guns.!
In spirit and truth, I will you on.' We'll keep the truth bombs flying, till their fiundations are well and truly gone.)
All around, smoke ribboned from ashtrays
and mushroomed on the stained ceiling.
There, in the corner, F. Lee Bailey glared,
like a father watching his ill behaved children,
but, as children do, they ignored him.
Irving Kanarek leaned on the far end of the bar.
He was equally ignored,
as barristers sought their pecking order
in a gaggle of egos.
Over the bar a sign hung, "The Bench",
where ironically, the bartender, in jest,
would be asked to "judge" the winner of some petty spat.
Conversation was tediously interrupted as night progressed,
"Objection your honor,l he's badgering the witness"!
"Objection sustained" would ring out from behind the bar,
but amidst all the pseudo legalese, a pall hung ~
draping down the walls like smoke.
They must laugh for sanity but
the killer set free, who would kill again
became the dragon in the room
that would follow them home...
Note: F. Lee Bailey defended the Boston Strangler. OJ Simpson and others
and Irving Kanarek defended Charles Manson
'Oyez! Oyez! Oyez! all stand,'
said the bailiff before remand,
as legal eagles had looked for loopholes,
flaws in the law,
large enough to lose a lorry,
is that what they became lawyers for?
If I had taken their advice,
blindly handed out to me,
I'd have gone directly to jail,
if not in a trice.
Attorneys, barristers, solicitors,
ambulance chasers,
searching for victims
so they may litigate,
seen one you've seen them all,
what's not to hate?
puppy licks himself all over
kitty wrestles with a bone
a horse jumps over the moon
a cow on the range is home
a snake sits next to Miss Muffet
a spider swallows a rock whole
Little Bo Peep loses her bears
a sheep gets engaged to a foal
animals normally don't act out of character
~ we humans design wigs for baldies and barristers
We members of the jury are stone faced
The judge in his chair was strait-laced
How would his decision go
Read on and you will know
So he's accused of a most terrible crime
If guilty he will be sent down for a long time
It's only he that knows the facts of that day
We the jury listen to what the barristers say
Barristers are smart they earn their money
If the matter is serious they'd make it funny
The summary by them has now been done
Facing a lifetime in jail or a lifetime of fun ?
We the jury took over three hours to decide
When the verdict was read he obviously cried
Being on a jury is hard that's certainly true
Whether he was guilty I will leave that to you
. for public domain
Hidden on bookshelves
in Great British Halls,
where one thing's another,
or nothing at all,
Truth is well written,
but not spoken well
widely, for few
rarely read well.
It takes time to read well,
but who has the time,
between work, sleep, and prayer,
sips of Scotch or some wine?
No mind, no mind. Truth will out.
Barristers and Eggheads
are always about,
and we, adoze in our bed,
to our comfort we are wed
more than to our city and state.
And if it all should crumble?
Don't worry, it can wait.
before barristers
bone-busting brouhahas broached
barbaric bedlam
comely charwomen
cringed contemplating cruel
commonplace cudgelings
dank dungeons deterred
disorderly drunken dolts
dissuading dissent
(Alliteration)
07/25/2020
Let the Pens Flow - Alliteration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jenish Somadas
Alternative dispute resolution, said he
Barristers speak like that usually
Conciliation the outcome, we seek
During our meet, with the Beak
Evidence we have, evidently
Fraud is thick in the air, it is true
Grounds of recompense we pursue
Hearings will proceed
Indemnity achieved
Judging the Judge, goes with YOU!
Limerick 11
Lawyer/Barrister
Sponsored by Joseph May
10/1/2019
MY ROSE FLOWER:
My rose,
We have been to,
Customary court,
We have been to court of appeals,
It now for us to go and test,
The Supreme Court.
Justice Ben Agbata will be present that day,
So tell me,
How will you strike out the case.
Our purpose of going there is not to sue Rev.
Father,
Ejike Mbaka like Chimaroke Nnamani,
But because I idolize you thee.
Not to see the passerby that there are not present,
But to concubinage you.
My kissing that day will be,
Romance,
While our,
Rings will be thy ally’s ring.
Bother not about the flowers,
For you are a flower already.
Bar Elenus Ogeche will,
Read out the case outline,
But Hakunamatata will blow the whistle like referee,
Bother not about the papers to be spent,
For I am like Soludo.
All this will I do because of thy beauty.
Your body is as beautiful as the queen England,
While thy lips is as sweet as honey.
THEMES
1. Beauty
2. Importance of women
3. The roles of the barristers
4. Legality
5. Equality
6. Peace and unity
COLOR
Color is an agent,
Of beauty,
We use it in beautifying,
Our body.
It’s like flowers,
It’s used in decorating our
Buildings.
It’s like perfumes,
It add value to our,
Body, and it is attract the nature,
But when mixed with water,
It becomes like,
Soured soup.
It is like a,
White shirt,
When durst touches it,
It becomes like unclean
Tarpaulin,
Some are cleanable,
While some are unclean able
Oh!
Yee poets and barristers,
Tell the E.F.C.C and
The I.C.P.C,
That is better to pit on
Colorful cloths,
Then to go necked.
Tell,
The doctors not,
To be like Michael Jackson,
Tell the angelic not to,
Be like infant birds,
Tell the church worshipers,
Like Daniel Ogberi and his,
Wife to put on their,
Red hair cover,
Tell,
Pastor Chris Oyakilome to,
Put on his colorful white suit,
And his white shoes,
For it is better to change,
Our cream,
To change our body
THEMES
1. Changes
2. Seriousness
3. Unchangeable
4. Determination
5. Repentance
Written by poet Virginus ndubuisi.
COLOR
Color is an agent,
Of beauty,
We use it in beautifying,
Our body.
It’s like flowers,
It’s used in decorating our
Buildings.
It’s like perfumes,
It add value to our,
Body, and it is attract the nature,
But when mixed with water,
It becomes like,
Soured soup.
It is like a,
White shirt,
When durst touches it,
It becomes like unclean
Tarpaulin,
Some are cleanable,
While some are unclean able
Oh!
Yee poets and barristers,
Tell the E.F.C.C and
The I.C.P.C,
That is better to pit on
Colorful cloths,
Then to go necked.
Tell,
The doctors not,
To be like Michael Jackson,
Tell the angelic not to,
Be like infant birds,
Tell the church worshipers,
Like Daniel Ogberi and his,
Wife to put on their,
Red hair cover,
Tell,
Pastor Chris Oyakilome to,
Put on his colorful white suit,
And his white shoes,
For it is better to change,
Our cream,
To change our body
THEMES
1. Changes
2. Seriousness
3. Unchangeable
4. Determination
5. Repentance
Written by poetOkonkwoVirginus.
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.