Best Court Poems
I relate this story from my room in the Quiet Vale Giggling Academy
A reader might find my story hard to believe
BUT!
At one time in my life –
As a matter of fact quite recently –
I had just finished Dr. Doolittle’s great study
‘Talk to the Animals”
And after several months of following Doolittle’s observations
Found I could actually understand animal talk
Which was really just grunts growls and bodily motions –
Tail switches
Chop-licking
Lurches
Farts
Things such as that
Quite by accident
While walking in the woods one day
I happened on a scene
A robin told me was ‘animal court’
Resided over by Judge Grump
At once I noticed a huge lion
Seated on a stump
His heavy tail thumping the back of the stump
“When Grump thumps the stump court will come to order
And when Grump thumps the stump all better listen!” sang the robin
There were a number of spectators -
Squirrels
Possums
Raccoons
Deer
Birds
All chattering at once
So that Grump had to thump the stump many times
Growling horrendously till they stopped chattering
There was no jury
No lawyers
Just this marvelously striped tiger
Tail down
Standing in front of Grump seated on his stump
I assumed the tiger was the defendant
The lion judge began with a thump of the stump
“You are accused of eating your best friend
Is that correct?”
The tiger swished his tail
“Yes”
“A dachshund named Stretch
Is that correct?”
The tiger swished his tail
“Yes’
“Sad” the lion judge continued
“You were reported to have done everything together –
Touched noses
Sniffed out-holes
Even wrestled together
Such fine friends
What could have caused such an action on your part?”
At this point the attending group began chattering vigorously
The lion judge Grump thumped the stump
Thumped
And thumped
As thumping the stump wasn’t loud enough he growled
Finally the crowd quieted
“How could you do such a thing to your friend Stretch
I’m stumped.”
The tiger looked around
Eyes blazing
Jowls dripping
Gorgeous stripes undulating blazing in the sun
Tail swishing in manner of reply
“I was hungry” he said
“Case dismissed!” said Grump
With a thump of the stump!
Form:
I wish to make a case for justice
For I feel quite justified
Here at the court
of love's dominion
My grievances surely
Will be satisfied
Your crime is one that's so egregious
A crime of passion multiplied
The details of a sorted sort
May likely cause a strange division
Yet I choose to trust the jury
I beg them to be unified
I thought your ruse was so ingenious
A love noble and dignified
Yet here today in this report
I desire for once a fair decision
For in my heart there is a fury
That I believe is justified
Your beauty rendered me delirious
My once sharp mind was simplified
Then I became a meager sort
Captured by our sinful indiscretion
For you not once was there a worry
That our love could not be sanctified
These charges layed, were very serious
Yet today they were not satisfied
It seems justice, came up a little short
Leaving me to draw my own conclusion
You fooled the men upon the jury
Your sexy looks, fully maximized!
If only Justice had been truly blind.
Your Heart would surely be confined!
For Justin's "Love Justice" contest
Form:
The female onion was crying while on the stand,
testifying agains't the indecent celery man,
saying he was always stalking her to make a raw deal,
claiming she had way too much onion sex appeal,
Watching her at the Sweet Onion Club and following her every night,
he thought her onion dancing was sexy and out of sight,
being a go-go dancer she definitely made the cut,
her onion perfume business being in the rut,
All the russet potato eyes at court were on him,
they all thought they were going to fry slim,
some were baking while some were boiling mad,
you could tell by the looks on their faces that they were mad,
The plum tomato judge got red in the face,
thought the celery stalking her was a big disgrace,
stewing about it along with the dozen jury eggs,
they quickly scrambled to get an over easy verdict read,:
Celery man found guilty for stalking the female onion,
will have to stay away forever from her and her bunions,
and for his punishment will have to watch dvd's all day,
of chef's chopping up celery and using it in various ways.
11-1-16
No saints amongst us write a father’s song,
He writes his own which claims no innocence,
As tones of sadness urge he move along,
His pen now takes the stand in his defense;
Atop the desk where sit respondent’s words,
Are pictures taken of his darling girls;
For them he’d fight an army full of swords,
And let none question love's resplendent pearls.
Though flawed imperfect flesh is worn as own,
And lonely eyes are often blind by mist,
He states emphatic that he’s never thrown,
Not once in life an angry violent fist.
May all now know forevermore this claim –
I’ll fight ‘til death for they that share my name.
Respectfully Submitted,
Phillip M. Garcia, Respondent
Father of Ava Elise Garcia
Father of Lily Belle Garcia
10/29/2016
CAR COURT
Enter, the older heavyweight steel giant,
The bailiff, a 1954 Hudson, reads unhesitant :
On the docket for this morning : guilty by implication - a Trabant,
In close custody with a Cutlass Supreme for supervision.
Next on the docket: a Pinto for likely gas-tank explosion.
Third on the docket: an English-made car (any marque) - body corrosion.
Lawyer for the prosecution, a pretentious character, a gas guzzler SUV
4x4 off-road with winch - for Saturday use on driveway only -
Hangs out with Vettes; and uses NO2 in fuel. Who?Drugs? Not me!
Downbeat guy as the defence counsel , a solid no nonsense Hummer,
A real enviro-bummer,
Klutzy ugly and personality like a mack truck in summer.
Trabant coughed its way to the stand.
Clerk of court Volkswagen, order in hand,
Read the indictment quietly, efficiently, bland.
Prosecution began with noisy opening musical-horn tunelets
The jury, all serious-minded stolid Volvos and Toyota Starlets
Were not impressed. Hummer clumsily interrupted with an objection, “Let’s
Stop, on the grounds of precedent,” but at this point Pinto reversed,
Crushed its trunk and its gas-tank exploded, and worst ,
Hit the the English car : and into flames they both burst.
Cutlass argued with the SUV, which was winched away pending sentence.
Case against the English car dismissed from lack of evidence.
Trabant was deported back to Germany: no import licence
Overseeing all these proceedings : the ever-reliable, I-won’t-budge,
The I-have-a-spotless-reputation, I-hold-no-grudge,
The mechanical virgin, the silent Rolls Royce as judge.
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I'm coming from afar, I'm after who you are
I'm coming fast, and not on the grass.
I've traveled all night
to fight this fight, new history I will write
I'm coming from the sea, and my soldiers are with me.
I've got the king, crown and the key.
I'm taking center court
because you're coming up short.
and who's gonna stop me
My crown on my head, your reign is dead
My scepter in my hand, my castle boy its grand
My soldiers on the standby and this is why.
we have surrounded your fort.
I'm taking center court, you're coming up short
and who's gonna stop me?
this is not a message or a makeover
ladies, this is a takeover
I stand center court, never to come up short
need no support. I got the key, and who's gonna stop me.
I fell in love with the Sixteen Zero Three when I was eight.
I was fifty-eight before someone located the owners who had moved on
Thirty-nine years had passed since anyone had inquired.
I had coveted the idea of owning this monster for half a century!
“That old Jackson place?” “Are you crazy?” “Who would live there?”
“It’ll be a money pit.” “You’ll lose all of your savings.”
What did they think I had been saving money for anyway?
“It has ghosts.” This from a man who had never been inside.
Frankly, it made the idea more appealing.
The front door creaked with a loud eeeeeeeeeehhhhhhh
The prissy realtor in her red half heels looked too clean to be there.
I wanted to push past her but socialized, I waited.
The place was dark, even with the lights on. All of the lights on.
The realtor did not tell me about the rumors or the killing there.
She hoped that I did not know, but I did. I had been in touch
With my ghost hunting side for a long time. Three ghosts said “hi”.
I kept it to myself and signed the paper.
Sixteen Zero Three Huntington Court was mine at last and so were they!
“Not that one!” a fourth spirit said. The others were shushing him.
“I am not kidding, she is going to change everything!” He whined.
I turned and winked at him. Nearly causing him to fall off the staircase.
“It’s like you are already home,” one of the female ghosts said.
“Oh, honey,” I whispered to her telepathically, “If you only knew.”
I had lived in this house during the Civil War, and we had lost it.
I remembered that lifetime as well as my name.
“She’s TROUBLE!” the Rebel soldier hissed. I winked at him again.
We both knew I was bringing a whole new aspect to my new house.
I saw a note pinned up today
that sheepdog trials are underway
I thought, at last, there's justice for the flock
I imagined my fine elocution
as witness for the prosecution
denouncing deeds by doggies in the dock.
Two-leggies might not have the smarts
to see through arcane canine arts
and arrogantly think they are in charge
They're suckered to the masterplan,
believe the wolves are tamed by man,
when really they are free to roam at large.
In court we sheep will have our day
and see the wolves all locked away,
and finally they'll throw away the key;
then celebrate in field and dale;
in years to come they'll tell the tale
of how the woolly ones became the free.
The court was a refuge for my thoughts and aspirations
An explosion of apprehensive sensations
Breathing in the moment which I couldn’t fathom
My own doubts being my one and only phantom
Told by the media that I didn’t belong
Told that my skin and my height was all wrong
One-hundred twenty invited from Northern California
To achieve the same mission that was only a dream
Is it really just a joke or a chance to redeem?
Walking in the doors I see a congregation of talent
Feeling the source of the youth
There was only one truth
Only one vision in midst of our righteous division
The court sings a beautiful song
The bouncing of rhythm and the shoes screeching along
A home hoteling hints of hopeful hallucinations
Creating competitive hate-love relations
NBA doesn’t stand for National Basketball Association
The name itself cries No Babies Allowed without determination
Walking in I stand in shock
Seeing nervous written on the countenance of the flock
Strangled by the frozen clock
I can barely talk
Playing on the smells of the newly wiped floors
All we wish is to not look like beasts playing on all-fours
In Cupertino being tall was no trouble
Walking in was the pop of my physical bubble
Tasting the sweat that drips from my face
The cramping of the base
Oxygen something you learn to embrace
Putting fifteen on the scoreboard in the second showcase
Tells the room it doesn’t matter about the color of my face
Being asian ain’t no disgrace
Do what you love and show that you know your place
The court is where my thoughts are formed
My passion transformed
Into a fundamental dance performed
From the buzz of the start to the buzz of the finish
I truly am in my own heaven
So let me tell you of this place I call home
It’s not just a sport
But a place I can always resort
To persevere until the day I fall short
With the urgency like a jobless father trying to support
The court jester made everyone laugh,
Balancing on his head a rather long staff,
But when it came crashing down
Hitting the king on his crown,
He was chased down the castle path.
Oh, aren't they grand
Love comes dancing
hand in hand
Bowing to each other
Fluttering lashes all around
From the yoke of sensual bondage
You leave me wanting more
Needing drops of grace to save me
The lust of my youth still cries out
With a touch of his fingers to skin
He would rekindle her lust even higher
With a twinkle in his eye, he bows to her
A garden I have, which, has never been touched
Though, he is a proud gardener I can tell
Therefore, lord, protect me from my thoughts
For the bloody butcher, has me at his will
I beg of you, keep my thoughts from me
Let him not take it from me, as the others before me
5 15, 2012
Was watching "The Other Boleyn Girl" Natalie Portman, Scarlett Johansson, Erica Bana from 2008. Someone might try casting king Henry with red hair since he was a redhead.
Her mother wears the marks of her father’s cowardly abuse;
To make it through another day, by noon, his mom is full of juice;
The divorce is getting ugly, hatred gets in the way of compromise;
The children becoming victims, to no one, should come as a surprise.
The courts are overworked; the docket is full of domestic contests;
Lawyers are appointed to represent the parent’s selfish interests;
The children are overlooked; what help can these kids possibly get?
Well, that’s where you can be the hero as a Court Appointed Special Advocate.
Just a few hours each month to spend talking to a child,
Caught up in the middle of domestic incivility in a world gone a little wild;
While everyone else is worried about the adults in these domestic legal fights,
The CASAs, as volunteers, help ensure we don’t forget the children’s plight.
If ever you have asked yourself, “What little can I do?”
If ever you have wondered, “What charitable work should I choose?”
If ever you have wanted to thank karma for all the good that you get,
I highly encourage you to become a CASA and help children who are less fortunate.
Many misjudged court cases...
Who wins the battle?
Man, or the country?
Built to take the abusive raqueteering
punishment unleashed upon me
by human beings
Towering around those agile people
so quick of foot and strong of arm
with blood sweat, and testosterone raging
Black rubber ball scuffs pure white painted walls
a dash here, a strike there, a record good or bad
but each a mark of personal aptitude from a player
Highly varnished wooden floors sit at my foot
Echoing squeaks and thumps from trainers around vast cells
where contenders choose to be imprisoned
Supportive friends often stand outside courts cheering on
While racquets wave, splicing the air repeatedly
Until game over, exhausted and calmer pair remove shoes then vacate
Will this leave me in peace again
or will it mean my services are further required today
Just what is on my timetable and for how long my working life?
the aura, godspeed ahead.
her countenance more than slaked,
it’s heated and apple baked.
fifty-somethings march with time…
sue ellen’s court supporting their queen,
with fanfare tea parties and costumes to preen.
steeped in fanciful color, like a dream at seventeen.
friendship and euphoria, sisters, well-bred
primped in gowns, fedoras and blossom in purple and red.