Best Acquit Poems
How does my body
This flesh that withholds my soul,,
manage to bear the weight from the chains that have been embedded upon my bequeathing heart?
Where does one hide the pain that is encrusted upon these eyes that are dreary and now fail to sleep?
Why cant my mind acquit, my heart adrift, my skin ache for the touch of another?
Does it have to be me that has to live with this night, because happiness is the other side of this mirror?
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The reasoning has befallen, on a rock she now prays
Dark cobalt blue tides, like counters, our end of days
Wildlife in sporadic, escaping to not
Whilst a sky filled abyss, shall stop the clock
Angelic she sits, in wonderment of her see
Knowing what lies ahead, adventures in neverland will be
Our past has finally caught, in we, we under-find
Neighbours have become our enemies, no friends of mine
We now await the others, the omega point we await
Staring at the glass half, to freedoms departure gate
In-trepidation walk, knowing that our steps
Like footsteps in the sands, eternally are reft
Continually we look back, to a place we know we were
The memories of all off us now instantly a blur
As we focus on the angel, consumed before our eyes
Me a man amongst what's left, in tear laden cry
Threnody now holds us, elevates our screams
As we watch the children talk, other-worlds they now dream
Hyper-drive is called, forced back as we sit
Amidst forests of hands and teeth, are humans in acquit
Continually we look back, to a place we know we were
The memories of all off us now instantly a blur
As we focus on the angel, consumed before our eyes
We face adventures in neverland, what's left of us we try
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HOW MANY TIMES ?
Now I’m a commonsense-o-holic
But when I was a practising catholic
Confession was always a trial or a show.
The guy behind the wire-gauze fence
Always seemed to want to know
How many times I had done the offence.
Well the most common offence, though odious,
Of young teenage boys is obvious:
And sometimes I used to mentally advance
The following extenuating circumstance
Well twenty-eight times this week
Because my hormones were at their peak;
Well fifty-three times but I must admit
It would have been sixty you’d have to acquit
If I had had enough energy left for such crimes;
Well, father, it would have been four times,
But there's no lock on the door, you see
And my mother walked in on me, suddenly.
What did he do with all the statistics of my energy pent?
Of frequency ? Of offending commandment?
Did he report to higher authority?
Did he keep bar charts or pie graphs of me
Compared with other boys of teen-age?
Was I better or worse than average?
Confession is secret so I never found out
But to hell I am going beyond any doubt.
He calls me naïve and I reply with a smile,
but in my dreams he whispers words of love;
my cravings fed:
fully sated.
He says I'm a foolish child; innocent and sweet,
but if he knew about our midnight trysts,
I wonder if he would find me guilty,
or acquit me for such intimate reveries.
If my fantasies are a sin;
should I be ashamed of my crime?
I dare not sleep,
perchance to dream.*
2/9/21 Fragmented Verse Poetry
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
*Phrase spoken by Shakespeare's Hamlet
Not a single person is happy on earth
Still we praise God for his bountiful love and worth
If God were all powerful as everyone affirms
Why doesn't he end all our problems and confirms
So many die of hunger, so many unwell
Every one suffering, for many life is a hell
If he were a true father, he should find this unbearable
With true love his actions are no way comparable
Scriptures state we suffer for our sins
Because God gave us free will we sin
When we sin he watches without stopping us
Either he lacks power or doesn't care about us
God is heartless and merciless of all
Every sin we do punishment does befall
Sinners he will never acquit
No one can sin and get away with it
What I feel I am telling you
God is as helpless as me and you
If not helpless at least moody for sure
Not all you ask you will get I am sure
I feel God is neither bad nor good
He is a mere spectator doing what he should
He is doing it all maybe for livelihood
His role is definitely misunderstood
23.03.2021
Submitted to :
Contest Name : It only seems that way
Sponsor : Kai Michael Neumann
Marriage between man and woman is an intimate union you see
that begins with an equal partnership with the man on his knees
With deepest joy you are asking someone to share your life
Knowing quite well in this journey there will be times of strife.
Happy is the man who discovers his true friend in life
is the same one he's about to marry to be his wife
A good marriage relationship begins with mutual respect
Where a couple goes through life vowing to love and protect
Whenever one is wrong we need to be quick to admit
In this relationship the one who is right needs to acquit
A good marriage is like a good casserole and has many parts
Those responsible keeping what goes in close to their hearts
No relationship comes with a guarantee for success
We need to learn to pray so we will do our very best
As time goes by we need to look upwards to the sky
A day will come we have to look our Father in the eye
Edward J. Ebbs - 07/15/14
Leave Bigfoot alone
He didn’t squash your tomatoes
—It was swine flu!
It seems the ring so sparkly, caught the eye
of some observer, stopping in to talk
the time I took to pray, no more a balk
about God's reason, yet I knew the walk!
The ring was gone ~ the visitor's compel
was just to steal my precious place of tell
engagement has a message, not a spell,
the years were growing on ~ the friendship . . knell!
I kept the rock for every venture then
and still had faith, that God would feel my yen
and finally God spoke ~ a "go there" call
the rock and I complied ~ just leave it all!
In kindness, in that interlude's recall
God spoke ~ "Someday, the rock will also go"
He meant, the pain and hardship, reconcile
to serving in whole Faith ~ no regret, well!
My new encounter ~ challenges e'er mount
'til one day, just a rock, I felt a swell
and to the River I now went, walking with pride
and tossed the Rock ~ so lifeless ~ hearing tide!
Ker-plunk ~ and waves that came to meet my eye
God had his reason ~ for my life's comply
in that same spot ~ Missouri River bend
would meet and love, and love ~ again, again!
No more the reckless yearning of the Soul
the sunrise had tomorrow, a new goal
how awesome is the power God gives to Love
and from His giving ~ leadership acquit!
Each term relationship ~ wanting to fit
to that resolving Glory . . . true love's writ!
Note ~ A true story ~ In that same spot, years later, I would write and format
the cover for a book of Poetry ~ "Praying Love" ~ of which many of my poems
are on this Website. Paula (Read)
James Bain imprisoned in jail for a crime he did not commit
Proclaiming his innocence that took a long 35 years to acquit
Accused of raping a nine year old boy, when he was just nineteen
That his young life would be stolen from him was devastatingly unforeseen
All because he fit the description, a case of mistaken identity
Now facing years of hardships, gone the days of relaxed serenity
The mental anguish he must have endured, one can not conceive
Yet, he's not angry or bitter, angst most of us could not perceive
Four motions were denied for DNA testing on his case
The fifth proved his innocence and became his saving grace
Released when he was 54, with a smile that doesn't leave his face
He says: "it's because I got God", his devout faith he does embrace
Now positive and happy, he is an inspiration to all mankind
To fight and not to give up hope when dealt cards justly unkind.
Sponsor ~ Black Eyed Susan
Contest Name ~ Wrongful Imprisonment or Sentenced
To my brave Sister who faced death and to my 2 Nieces;
Once more permit me Sis- for this will not be my last I can’t resist commenting on- whatever may have passed.
But must relate on that- Which I am about to unfold The story of a Marine soldier I know, Fifty Two years old.
However high we aim in life,- Too often we fail to hit.
We find the fairy tales told to us as youths-Were often full of ****.
In your success, in what you have gained,- Is more than I care to admit.
My sins as your brother and that of your mother- I pray you will acquit.
However, in my latter days- I’ll now devote with care.
To tell the story of a Marine soldier I know- Trained to avoid the latent snare.
Had God decreed her birth - On the morning she was born
With blond hair, blue eyes and beauteous features- Only an angel could adorn.
Later in life, She became a wife- When his eyes beheld her charms.
His growing sweet passions desire- sparked off like wildfire in a three bell alarm.
Two angels of her own did through their love they had produce.
Determined to protect them from any and all the world's abuse.
As the years advanced, to her little girls she had taught
What suited best their age, to that she had then brought.
While my sister Marine and daughters were still in their youth
Went about all their daily duties and focused on religious truth
In holy motives she led them, now ten years have passed away
The Lord is our Father, He is the potter -and we are but the clay.
She told them of the Father's Paradise and Heaven above
About a perfect God-Man named Jesus and His sacrificial love.
She told them the Peace of Christ makes fresh her heart
A fountain ever springing, -singing a new creation, a new start.
Stay strong my sister, I love you!
People come & go, that’s the cycle of life
One minute you know them the next they’re a stranger
Different me’s come & go, that’s the cycle of strife
One minute I know myself, the next I’m a stranger
Lost in limbo, I can’t discern which way to turn
Got 1,000 old me’s on my shelf in different urns
Whippin’ up a new me in my schizophrenic churn
You could say I’m like most things, still to be learned
I don’t think I’ll ever live up to my expectations
It’s just too easy to fall into these temptations
How many of you have felt these frustrations?
One minute I’m a genius, the next I’m an idiot
Every single days a struggle to live deliberate
Maybe I think too much, maybe I need to acquit
Maybe not, I’m just trying to make it all make sense
Where are you, God? I’d love to hear your two cents
I have a lot of questions for you; I’ve been on the fence
Did you create yourself? Where did you commence?
And what’s your thoughts on killing in your defense?
These days, isn’t war in your name just a pretense?
Will we ever understand? Or is it just too immense?
If life was my landlord I can’t say I’d renew my lease
My biggest fear? I’ll decease before finding inner peace
Wish I could go back & hear Socrates & Plato in Greece
Wish I could go back to Galilee and hear Jesus teach
Wish I could go back to 1963 and hear MLK’s speech
Why’s the hardest part practicing what you preach?
If only there were some kind of conscience bleach
Swear I know the right way but still I choose wrong
These inner demons have been at me for oh so long
Maybe I was born in the wrong time, I don’t belong
Lost in trivialities, searching for a way out of the throng
I’m looking to the stars where the Gods sit thru my telescope
I feel small but yet infinite, it helps cope and gives me hope
I like to imagine God’s looking back thru his microscope
thinking: face your woes, they’ll follow you around the globe
and all there is to know is within you, you just have to probe
even the righteous suffer, didn’t you read the book of Job?
and life’s what you make it, a lucid dream, no frontal lobe
Here I stand
Where the golden image rise
A Babel
Bowed before its feet
And music like eternity
Etherized the skies.
The cost, the cost, the cost of it
The surging pain of love's betrayal
I cannot put it down again.
I must stand, I must proclaim
God stretched out on wood,
Bids me enter too the flame.
Shall I flinch
Because you claim the power over fire
I am branded already deep
Far, far, below the papyrus of skin
Look for my belief.
Here I stand
A burning bush unburning me
Shoeless, behold my naked soul
Your only look at fired gold.
I cannot otherwise then than stand
For I have sought it sleepless
This faith clutched tight by night
This hope longing to breathe
From traditions strangle hold
I searched for it
And found only history wrong
A majority self-drunken with fear
And I the prey
Before the predator's dismay.
Here I stand
Against the lies of swaggering tongues
And foolish worship of gender norms
And self blinded by self pity
Staggering drunk
Impeaching innocence
By night's dead deceit, robbing truth
Of right before accusers invisible.
I have walked the fire's gut alone
Felt its venom wrenching gut and bone
But out I come to stand again
A better man
Without the baggage of the profane.
Here I stand,
By the invisible mediator's grace
Silent while the angels acquit my case.
Reborn…here…now…without baggage.
Utterance of repentant lips.
Christ carried on cross the damage—
thorns, brambles, spikes, hooks of cursed whips.
“I’ve made my bed, now lie in it…”
Reborn here now without baggage!
Merciful Lord, my sins acquit.
Bitter, sweet and deep death passage…
Baptism’s pure salvation-salvage,
Refreshed with clean conscience, exposed.
Reborn here now without baggage.
Traded all my sorrows, composed.
I’m lifted up on eagle’s wings,*
Soaking up scriptures— love’s language.
I’m grateful for the King of kings.
Reborn here now without baggage.
10/14/2021
Dawn Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
HMS *eagle’s is 2 syllables, counter lists 1 syllable
Rhymezone
Refrain, “Reborn here now without baggage,”
was a requirement of the contest sponsor.
To behave - to conduct- demean or acquit
To act , conduct one's self in a proper manner
Your behavior - Are you moral? Manners are they good?
Deportment ? your conduct! Is it with honesty?
Gods way of morality! Conducting being capable of managing
Managing your personal behavior - power of the mind
The way you act! Moral conduct! Challenging
Behaviorism - theory of - to speak with kindness
Verbally of intelligence! Spoken of clear words
To set an example - of no vulgarity with integrity
To behave - Moral conduct moral laws
Lord what do we intend to believe?
To mind the law - Hear no evil , speak no evil
See no evil - Who do you behave? Management?
Are they Loyal - honest, trustworthy or moral?
What about cops? Do we have that the law?
Do they or are they moral ? of good conduct?
Do they mind the law themselves - parents
Are they loyal? Moral of good conduct? I saw
My life today - Morals to be found obsolete
The dilemma - walking down the street today
What are you doing when no one is looking?
Were you moral - trustworthy ? Who do you believe?
A moral life - Gods way we want to achieve
Behavior health ? Psychology - Do we mind them?
Are they trustworthy - honest - loyal of moral standards?
Do they mind the law - mind verbal clean language?
Here we go ! Over and over time after time again
What do you behave? Moral conduct! When?
THE JURY IS OUT*
There once was a simple rhyme
that made up a jury's mind.
They gave it great thought
for a verdict they sought
as the clock in the courtroom
passed time.
They had to determine
how true the allegation
that the man really killed his wife;
or if he could go free
and go on with his life.
They listened very closely
their minds made up mostly.
But their brains the lawyer
did sway,
as they listened and then
heard him say,
"If the glove doesn't fit
you have to acquit."
and "not guilty" became the
verdict.
And that was the rhyme
that turned the jury's mind.
'Twas a shame, and a sham;
what a crime.
* The O.J. trial prompted this poem when I saw a commercial for the Johnny Cochran Law firm on TV (after Cochran died).