Best Jury Poems

Should I disregard
what other people think or,
balanced on the brink, maintain
a thin-veneered façade?
Where shall I store,
how shall I keep,
the poetry I must write
but cannot show--
that which smolders deep
and threatens to erupt?
Must I lock it all
securely in a box,
store it high upon a shelf
where none are...

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I don't look at the judge. I just look at the jury.
I don't look at the defendant or the defendant's attorney,
nor will I look a the prosecution assistant and or district attorney. 
I will listen, not look at anyone giving sworn oath testimony.
As a juror...

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Red blood splashes on muddy terrain:
ambushes   booby traps  fatigue jackets
waiting for the enemy... 98 degrees in the sun,
encountering and returning fire; life barely there
and  war’s  longest refrain plays on.

There is no jury within hostile grounds,
despite patriotism caught between triggers
as shadows...

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An old man long in years, in threadbare coat, with grizzled hair, and eyes aged and heavy.
Stood with withered hands once strong and true, which clung to an old cap.

For years he had tilled the soil planting crops, in fields by river's edge,
In the shadow...

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Wouldn’t it be odd if she didn’t believe, 
And ignored the truth that occurred,
Denied all the proof of what other folks saw, 
Denied what other folks heard,

Ignoring the transcripts, not wanting to know, 
Not asking the folks who were there,
Not digging a bit deeper and...

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life has somewhat
calmed down now that
I’ve bowed out from the rat race 
and officially finally retired

I’ve learned to disentangle myself
from the merciless mundane madness
I don’t miss that old hamster wheel
always spinning out of control

I’m now at peace with myself 
I’ve become my own jury and...

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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...

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The minutes turn to hours
As we wait and wait and wait.
The boredom settles like a fog;
Some sleep or meditate.

I read my book and magazine
And others do the same
Or check their phones or I-Pads, 
Read their mail or play a game.

A waste of time for everyone
And...

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Sit waiting in pool,
Will I be picked for service ?
Time will tell me more.....

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HI IM SOPHIE
THE ONE YOU ALWAYS LAUGH AT
WHY DO YOU HATE ME
CAN YOU EVEN ANSWER THAT
YOU'D HATE ME IF I WERE GAY
YOU'D HATE ME IF STRAIGHT
YOU'D HATE IT IF I HAD A GIRLFRIEND
OR IF THE QUARTERBACK ASKED ME ON A DATE
YOU'D MOCK ME IF I...

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a just judge thats' fair                                        ...

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Though they filed in one by one and marching to the music

The decree was silence yet those devils kept marching

The Day of Judgement has been coming for a long time

Praying for solace , and waiting for the rain

Refreshing rain to wash the parade of inequity...

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High school's like a jury - let us all be judged
the righteous and the wicked and especially those in love

The jury's always watching - it has a thousand eyes
it's in constant deliberation and it hears a million lies

some think there's popular immunity and that's how...

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When he entered the world 
They started him off with
Non-negotaible funding
For a sacrilegious plea.
After all,
He'd been through a lot.
Enough to know what
Was good for him.
When he waited for
His turn to reply
Instead of listening
To their speech
He noticed a fellow
Jury member
Nugging at his knee.
What oracle 
In all...

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POEM " HER COLD BLUE SKIN " by martin gedge

A windy frozen day night sky under the grey
the falling snow so thick and slow
would cover as she lay
in waters winter freeze death whistled through the breeze
as darkness walks the shadows talk
to whisper help her please
for...

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