Best Indicted Poems
A mercenary
Of dreams
A master
Of schemes
Good with a pen
And I run with feigns
I wont have to pay to get you hit
They'll do it for free
But that's my thing
So don't try to copy my style
Cause believe me
I can write a hell of allot more wild
Give me a second and I'll write it
Some *****
That could get a mother****er indicted
Or sited
On the grounds of insanity
********* it
Whats another fifty-one-fifty
To add to the stack
In fact
Drop the act 10 and give me act 3
Cause I'm no longer temporary
I need to get paid
Ha ha if y'all don't know what I'm talking about then google the ****
Great, truly great is he
Who at every turn finds himself
Loved by the prudent
Encouraged by the humble
Indicted by mediocrity
Trailed by the inquisitive
Hunted by the wicked
Prosecuted by the jealous
Judged by malice
Convicted by the lowly
Imprisoned by time
Acquitted by his own wisdom
Relieved by the passage of time
Sustained by the Almighty
And respected by all!
As a young man, his world awaited
His thirst for success unabated
Found his niche, hunger unsated
To build a better team
Years went by, his fortunes grew
Ever larger crowds he drew
Trophies, accolades accrue
A legend it would seem
With his legacy assured
On one decision he demurred
Lack of action was inferred
The end of a dream
Indicted by a colleagues shame
He was forced to share the blame
In the press besmirch his name
Take one for the team
After all the games he won
After all the good he'd done
A storied champion was undone
It killed him it would seem
Written in honor of Joe Paterno
Couplets are written in tetrameter and trimeter
(not about me, just a challenge where you are given ten words and have to incorporate
them into a poem. I used to do many of those kinds of challenges. Do they ever do them
here? They really are great at inspiring people to create!)
Topaz
Atop his pedestal, a golden girl was I,
Who never wanted to be up so high.
For though I was a gem, I was no diamond, and
we came undone just after we began!
Why could he not accept the humanness in me?
Such inconvenient truth he could not see.
A doubt I’d had in him, he took for treachery,
and so it was that he indicted me.
No matter what I said, his anger overgrew.
I waited, fearful of what would ensue.
He knew at last that I was not his counterpart
and tossed me off then with a hardened heart.
Then like some hoary seer, he made a prophecy
I’d have no other man as good as he.
But he has proved to be a prophet false indeed.
A simple topaz, sparkling gold, I’m freed!
I guess I'm feeling some type of way.
It’s the day after the next day.
THE VERDICT; INDICTED!
Definitely it rocked this country.
I guess I'm sensitive, emotions running deep, with all this madness;
Most nights I can’t sleep.
I have a son almost the same age;
I guess you can say I'm frightened for his well-being.
As much as a mother should be these days.
The tragedy has awakened more of a beast in me, so much so
I just want to hold him, protect him against those men sworn to protect and serve.
I don’t want him to become another statistic in this country.
I feel helpless in this moment!
I just want him safe from all hurt and harm and danger.
He told me he wanted to change his name, as if; it
Still won’t change who you are, or the color of your beautiful dark skin.
What is he afraid of? I guess the same thing I’m afraid of.
I want the best for him, point blank, period.
But, I'm afraid, one of these trigger happy men will take him from me,
Will rape my family and kill our children;
Because on that day he may have his hands up; or
His pants down or his music too loud.
So you see, I just want the best for him;
POINT BLANK PERIOD!
I don't want him to feel any pain,
Nor any harm to come to his way.
He’s growing up, and he won’t be my baby for long;
I’m so afraid of this world and the harm it may cause.
It doesn't matter how he was raised, his background;
Or what community he’s from; still
He has that beautiful dark skin, so many seem to be afraid of;
I want him safe, YOU HEAR ME?
POINT BLANK, PERIOD;
From black and white issues, domestic violent issues,
Women crying rape and defaming his character;
I want better for him, than this world trying to take from him.
I want him away from the negative influences;
As I try to teach him, to always watch his back.
To be accountable for his actions and that trust comes at a price,
And that some friends may try to stab you in the back;
And to never regret who you are or where you’re going.
To be honest and trustworthy and always be a leader,
PLEASE MR. OFFICER, PLEASE MR. OFFICER, don’t hurt my baby;
ChloeJames 2014
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Do you know a fellow named Bernie
Who was indicted by our Grand Jury
The Ponzie scheme that he played
And all those people he flayed
He is now on a long Prison Journey
Ho, ho, ho,
I don't think so,
'Tis the season,
Nope, I'll give the reasons.
Is it Christmas
When Santa Claus is indicted for murder,
Peace and love are in the air,
But it's hidden by the ozone layer.
The Northern Star,
Sounds like a new warhead,
And as for the Three Wise Men,
They're definitely not in the White House.
The one dreaming of a White Christmas
Is your local junkie,
Even Hanukkah
Has become 8 days a week.
Merry Christmas,
But don't stress the former,
Because even the Virgin Mary
Is on the pill.
(12/84)
Where would I be if the light shines that seeps the darkness to the trunk of a tree, corner of the road where wayfarer stops to rest where would I be if the building of imagination cloud my heartbeat to the serenity of wanderlust.
Where would I be if the thought of gal written on his innermost, pattern of line sucking pain like peg of rendezvous that render him fruitless ponder to the Panorama Paper,
Where would I be if my bald head where I must learn to taste the soup of life to the sound of personification, where would I be if it fails to describe the velvet in the morning sun from far East of the sky.
Where would I be if the town torn to the twins shape with night cloud of darkness where would I be if the color of my mentality to ball shape where would I be if all the streets weren't dark, where would I be if they pay bills for see the moon in the sky, where would I be if it doesn't let individuals count the stars.
Where would I be if it is dark like monster it surely blames you for my dark skin color to the color of tarmac tightening my understanding where would I be if I have to pay electricity bills while I bath in the sun and count stars everyday, Thanks God the smiling boy keeps on coming from the sky sharing to all.
Where would I be if the sound of bees vanished in the air, to control my imagination, where would I be if the sun stops smiling to the scent of salad,
where would I be if the moon was control by Africa leaders, where would I be if the taste of food was controlled by our greedy
leaders.
Where would I be if the sun stopped given me vitamin D, where would I be if I stopped writing poetry. Where would I be if the night stops swallowing the day, where would I be if the President to construct trains lines in the air.
Where would I be if the city stops to lit candles to see heaven, where would I be if Africa to be self sufficient,
where would I be if I stopped thinking.
Where would I be if the International Criminal Court isn't there, Where would I be if African Presidents weren't indicted to the Criminal Court.
Trapped in the meter,
a prisoner of rhyme
My spirit indicted,
destroyer of time
A minstrels disciple,
epistle in hand
The sound and the rhythm,
my souls contraband
New couplets my jailer,
their sentences terse
The key to their freedom,
locked deep in the verse
And serving in silence,
chalk marks on the wall
I listen intently,
for one voice to call
Awaiting its pardon,
this conviction will end
My words liberated
—to forever portend
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
Donald J. Trump
Also known as a whiny, petulant grump
Should be indicted for crimes he’s committed
It’s hardly likely he could be acquitted.
Donald J. Trump
I suppose he’ll soon be hitting the stump
Anything to seize the headlines,
And avoid paying some hefty fines.
Donald J. Trump
Now much too large in the rump
Not fit to be president of the U.S.A.
I believe a vast majority feel that way!
Written November 20, 2022
Impeached, indicted, discredited, expunged,
Forsaken and little short of being hanged,
Does the punishment truly fit the crime,
Inciting sedition and for that I need do time?
Are they crazy or simply deaf,
Do they think I work for UNICEF,,
A do-gooder, a kind hearted soul,
The kind of man to pigeonhole?
I'm a maverick, a crusader at heart,
The one to lead, feats to start,
I change the world it doesn't change me,
I push and I pull, won't let things just be.
So someone please tell me where I went wrong,
Was I not trusted to be valiant and strong,
To Shake the tree, purge that swamp,
On bureaucracy and waste simply stomp?
Build the country, cut to the chase,
Squash every foe, win every race,
And now what, have I've gone too far,
Plunging to earth like a falling star?
Give me a break, cut me some slack,
I did a great job, the country's on track,
Save for this Covid all would be fine
All other Presidents would I outshine.
Don't undervalue, don't underrate
I'm the one man you can't just abate,
Count me out at your peril, think I’ll retire,
For those that have crossed me, their future is dire.
Being Worth Your Salt
The Holy Spirit was speaking to me about being worth
my salt; not working my way to Heaven, it has nothing
to do with that. The Blood of Jesus is the only sacrifice
that could ransom us and pay our debt to GOD.
If you were being indicted on the charge of being a Christian,
would there be enough evidence to convict you? Are we
being so, “worldly” minded that we are no “Heavenly”
good? Are we so caught up with the world and being
“in with the in crowd” that we are not able to tell
someone about Jesus? If the door was opened, would
you be “ashamed” to talk openly about your faith or
lead someone to Jesus to get them saved?
Have people been on their deathbed and you know that
they are not saved and you have been at their bedside but,
didn’t talk to them about HIM?
Have you had someone who was pregnant and was
considering an abortion but you didn’t talk to them about
“abortion” and that it is actually killing a baby and that
it is murder?
This is a spiritual checkup; we have all missed opportunities
but, let’s press into HIM to make a difference in this world!
Let’s, BE SALT while we are still in this world.
God bless, Marilyn S. Jennings
February 5, 2015
Leaving heavenly throne to reach-out mankind, the Messiah bore the status of condescension: His birth in the Bethlehem manger brought to Earth’s calendar a divine milestone, while glorious angelic choir and awed shepherds welcomed His babyhood.
offering love’s best
incarnation triumphant
eternal life reigns
Servant-leadership --- Christ exemplified as He ministered with mercy’s optimized best: healing the sick, feeding the multitudes, quickening the dead, forgiving the repentant, pronouncing beatitudes, drawing humanity nigh to the Almighty.
utmost caring shown
compassion indeed at work
blissful selflessness
Falsely accused with blasphemy unpardonable, betrayed by intimate companions, indicted to pay sins’ penalty, Jesus bore the cross to Calvary, giving up the ghost to reconcile sinners to the holy Creator: freeing those who trust Him from iniquities’ condemnation, assuring them heaven’s security, and granting peace so blissful.
grace and justice met
redemption truly fulfilled
blest crucifixion
Entombed, verily secured; yet after three days of burial, the Saviour rose amidst guarding soldiers manifesting His omnipotence: mighty wonder proving His expertise in impossibilities, miraculous act only the Sovereign can do and marvelous magnificence against vanity of temporal existence.
power over grave
resurrection smiting death
hope of believers
Heeded toward the Father above, the Lord entrusted the Great commission-fruition to His church: to build lives, spread His love, exalt His name through the Holy Spirit’s guidance, gearing, guarding, and girding while advancing His kingdom*.
pursuits accomplished
ascension so jubilant
to come again soon
*Matthew 28:19-20 Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost: Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world. Amen.
September 2, 2020
1st place, "Let the Pens Flow - Haibun" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Jenish Somadas; judged on 9/16/2020.
This is featured in the book, PS: It's Poetry: An anthology of contemporary poetry from around the world. Paperback – November 27, 2020 by Arczis (Author), PoetrySoup (Author)
The nights are cold but still the heat is on
mourn for who? Why seek ye the living among the dead
you been fed so why let the hungry starve
everything has a price an arm and a leg is what freedom cost
Laws were meant to be broken by the very men who claim to uphold them the most
America is no democracy it's hypocrisy
has been seen from beyond the seven seas please
spare me the cliche dreams that my country men
strive and work so hard for, to save millions of dollars
that we wont spend, so self righteous and westernized
we don't recognize our own sin, our problems we wish em away
drown em out sorrows and cast them out in some recycling bin
The flesh is tainted, lust is never satisfied
even what you see is far from correct and because we fail to ask why
or look in the mirror we overlook the number one suspect
turn our heads away from domestic genocide
but cry for justice when the victim is black or white
let's have a candle light vigil for those of you who remain quiet
instead of making sure these criminals get indicted
Brother Poetry speaks the eternal language of my soul.
He cuts across man-made boundaries of civilization,
culture, age, gender and time.
He talks of my state of mind,
my confusions and decisions,
my concerns and pleasures.
With him my emotion lingers.
All issues that strike a cord
in the spirit of my poem
He goes beyond words in humane intention.
Brother Poetry will symbolize me,
represents me in all centuries to come.
He may be indicted in intense pressurized moments,
construed in a solitary set of time,
but once expressed,
He becomes my life and
the showcase of my perceptions.
So long as there are thoughts
and the desire to express them,
He moves on.