Best Justice Poems
Walk with me,
Don't...SHOOT,
cuz I don't wanna die young,
I wanna grow old and have
a daughter or a son, or maybe both,
to live a full life is my hope,
but the bullets in your gun
are a noose around my throat.
Don't....SHOOT,
I promise you I wanna LIVE,
I wanna show the world everything I have to give
and it's a lot, and yea I might smoke a little pot,
but so did Bill Clinton and HE didn't get shot.
Don't....SHOOT,
I got plans for my future,
that don't include a cop saying
stop and let me shoot ya
Don't....SHOOT,
my hands are clearly in the air
I start school next week and I just wanna
make it there.
But you..... SHOT,
and let me die in the streets,
now my people want answers
NO JUSTICE, NO PEACE!
Love Justice made me wrest you from her bed
It’s right for you to lie with me instead
For you were mine before she came to be
A prowling threat to our felicity
My broken heart cries…JUSTICE!
It’s meant for me to ravish you tonight
To give you pain as well as sheer delight
I love you still and yet your heart must pay
For shameless way you gave my love away
My wounded pride cries...JUSTICE
And here you are inside my bed of love
I’ve bound you up, no more a gentle dove
I take revenge on body and your soul
Enslaved, you yield to dominatrix role
My passion mad cries…JUSTICE
I take from you: I take, I take, I take
Each pleasure filled, I writhe and make you quake
I kiss, caress, and taste in wanton might
Your eyes ablaze, your fervor I ignite
My vengeful soul cries…JUSTICE
And all the while I hear you gasp MY name
In ecstasy my spoils of war I claim
You beg forgiveness as you helpless lie
I satiate my needs; fulfilled I sigh
My hungry need cries…JUSTICE
This tryst was meant to teach you lover's pain
You bear the marks of love that is insane
I slash your bonds and fall in your embrace
For I have seen the wonder in your face
Relieved am I, for I have tasted JUSTICE!
For Justin Bordner’s Love Justice Contest
January 18, 2015
A woman gave birth to a son
named Justice; he had little fun.
If he wanted to play,
his mama would say,
“But only when Justice is done!”
Poor Justice, from morning till night,
tried hard to do everything right.
By the end of the day,
he still could not play,
for his time to do chores was so tight!
His life was a crime with no play!
We all know that crime doesn’t pay.
But were I in his shoes,
having paid all my dues,
I think I might just run away.
Well, sure enough, Justice did flee
and ended up in Tennessee.
With no place to belong,
he felt sad till along
came a girl who smiled tenderly.
Looking ragged, he asked (with some shame)
if the young girl would tell him her name.
“Can you guess?” said the Miss.
“Here’s a clue. It is this. . .
Those who have me don’t take all the blame.”
The young man did not have a clue
what her name was; it was all new.
He’d never hear of
- yet soon grew to love -
this girl and her charming name too.
Today Justice likes more his life
because this girl lessens his strife.
He learned her name well
when in love he fell
and Mercy he took for a wife!
For the Story Poem Contest Poetry Contest of Carol Eastman
… after Langston Hughes
You know how they do. They say that
we run, that we fit descriptions, but justice
ain’t blind, she just sees who she wants. Is
it any wonder we hold our breath? A
body ain’t a body when they label it a threat. Blind
fold her, watch her peek, call her a goddess.
Watch her drop the scales. Watch how balance is
a myth chased between our nana’s prayers and a
judge’s gavel. They got this thing
for claiming fear while standing over bodies. To
serve, to protect—who? Which
way to run when history's got a knee pressed upon the we
aried? Red light, blue light, a flash, a name gone black.
Mothers wailing thru the street. We are
n’t new to this. My father knew. And his father wise.
Still, she won’t look. Her
hands steady but the bandage
doesn’t stop her from peeking. It hides
but we see it slip. MLK's two
Americas on display. Wounds keep festering
and this country born of scars and sores
struts like a wayward siren. That
same scream, same prayer, same fear. Once
we thought time might change things. Perhaps
we were fools to hope. Seems we were.
Though standing here. Still, we look her in the eyes.
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As legend has it, there lived Bai Balkhash, a rich man
In the North regions of the then Soviet Kazakhstan
Had a beautiful daughter Ili who was without her Smiley
So Balkhash held a feast with a contest to win Ili.
Ili, loved a shepherd called Karatal and easily managed
For Karatal to win the contest of the grooms staged
But Karatal followed the ancient tradition of love stories
Wherein the fathers were supposed to oppose the realities.
Now the lovers had no option but to run away and marry
And the angry father had no options to go contrary
So he turned them into rivers and himself a lake between.
Made himself a laughing stock taking water from rivers twin.
Today’s reality is Kazakhstan and China using Ili’s water
Poetic justice done, the lake drying, two rivers dying forever.
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Burlesque Form
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Dr. Ram Mehta
7th place win in:
Contest: Beloved Poem by Giorgio Veneto -
I landed in Poet's Court
Caught me speeding in my Sonnet
They judged it a rhyme crime
According to the officer's pentometer
I was doing 50 in a 25 word zone
I'm pleading for comma relief
Hoping to be released to free verse
Under supervision of course
Fortunately there's no sentencing in poetry
Maybe they'll just revoke my poetic license
You sockdologizing old man-trap long decayed
where claws curl tight in dust and brittle bone
your lies are hyenas dancing in the flame
their jaws a rattle tearing flesh to stone
their laughter cracks the silence and the name
of truth that bleeds until the world has grown
as hollow as the bones they gnaw upon
each tooth a dagger that breaks the heart to dawn
beneath your skin a hunger spills and swells
its teeth are rust its eyes a fevered glow
it gnashes bone until the broken tells
of sins that fester deep where no one knows
your hollow self a wind that pulls and wells
the hunger of a lion’s endless throes
and in your voice a low and raspy cry
that cracks the earth and cracks the brittle sky
beneath the skin your hunger splits the bone
its grasp a vice that crushes what it seeks
the stars fall silent cold and overthrown
their light consumed in frantic, bloodstreaked streaks
the air is thick with death and poisoned stone
where hunger howls beneath the shadowed peaks
yet still in your trap the pulse of truth will grind
a seed that's sown then left to twist and rise
your walls of lies are dust beneath the weight
of hunger’s edge and all that once was wise
though still you chase the fading spark of fate
your fingers crushed beneath the weight of mind
from soil once cursed where hate was built to last
the truth will rise unbroken and unmasked
for lies may hunt but truth though torn and scarred
is cut deep and rips your sockdologizing heart trap apart
They say Justice is a woman
That men should fear her wrath
Nothing will make them tremble
More than hearing her laugh
She is going to make them know
That she should be feared
They will ask for mercy
And then hide in their beard
But Justice will be kind
She will not take their head
But will make them suffer mentally
And wish that they were dead
Pain will not be physical
She will lead a merry dance
But in the end of everything
She always gives a final chance
THE COMMANDER "IN" CHIEF" IS "IN" THE MILITARY"!!!!!! HE OR SHE GETS "TO BE",ALL AT THE SAME TIME: IN "ALL THE MILITARY FORCES!!! ARMY,NAVY,AIR FORCE,MARINES,NATIONAL GUARD!THE COMMANDER IN CHIEF GETS RELIEF ,AND WILL ALWAYS BE "JUDGED" BY CIVILIANS,AND MILITARY JUSTICE IN THIS "DEMOCRACY" TO MAKE "DEMOCRACY TRUE"!! IN DEMOCRACY WE STILL GIVE "THE ELECTRIC CHAIR" SO IT IS GOOD TO BE AWARE THAT IF YOU DO NOT "LOVE" : BE WARE OF THE ELECTRIC "CHAIR" FOR THOSE WHODO NOT CARE ABOUT "LOVE"!!!!THE RESIDENT WHO IS PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA IS "THE ONLY ONE",WHO IS AND "UNDER"
,UNDER',UNDER, BOTH "MILITARY JUSTICE" "EVERY DAY",AND CIVIL JUSTICE EVERY DAY!!!! THIS IS "THE U.S.A.!!! WE PRACTICE WHAT WE PREACH,AND WE REALIZE HOW TO "IMPEACH"!!!IF THE PRESIDENT AFTER ALL OF THE FACTS HAVE BEEN DISCLOSED THAT WARRANTS AN IMPEACHMENT ARE DENIED THEN "MILITARY JUSTICE" WILL CAUSE "DEMOCRACY" TO SURVIVE" IN "THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY'S WRATHFUL EYES ON THOSE WHO WOULD NOT LOVE: THEY REJECTED LOVE,AND FINALLY FOUND "HELL BELOW"!!!! qUO-QUO-!!!IN "REALITY AND TRUTH "THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA" IS A "MILITARY MAN",AND WHEN "IN DOUBT OF IMPEACHEMENT" "THE U.S.A. PUTS THE PRESIDENT IN MILITARY HANDS FOR JUSTICE,AND JUDGEMENT,AND LETS "WE THE PEOPLE" ASSIST " IN THAT PLAN"!!!IF THE PRESIDENT IS NOT IMPEACHED ,AND CONVICTED BY CIVILIAN COURTS,HE WILL BE PUT INTO "MILITARY COURTS": ARMY,NAVY,AIR FORCE,MARINES,AND THE NAVY SEALS,! HE MIGHT BE EXONERATED OR CONVICTED ,AND MIGHT BE IMPEACHED OR NOT: HE MIGHT BE EXONERATED ON THE SPOT? THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA IS "COMMANDER IN CHIEF" OF "ALL THE MILITARY FORCES" ,AND IS "UNDER " MILITARY JUSTICE,AND UNDER CONGRESS,AND IS UNDER THE SENATE: THE ONLY RELIEF THAT THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA HAS IS TO WORK FOR "WE THE PEOPLE",AND UPHOLD "DEMOCRACY",AND FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,AND SHOW HIS TAXES,AND HIS TAX RETURNS LIKE MOST REPUBLICANS DO,AND MUST DO OR PUT HIMSELF ABOVE MOST REPUBLICANS,BY NOT SHOWING HIS TAXES,AND REALLY PUTTING "HIMSELF" ABOVE "THE LAW"""!!!! LOVE IS THE LAW! NO MATTER WHAT WE DO WE CAN "DO" ONE" COMMANDEMENT" WHILE HAVING ORAL SEX! WE CAN LOVE!! THE PRESIDENT CAN PAY HIS FAIR SHARE OF TAXES OR BE IMPEACHED BY A MILITARY COURT,AND LOVE THE PEOPLE WHO ELECTED HIM WHO HAVE PAID THEIR TAXES!
For the precious little unborn souls - in the womb
But not given their chance to suck in the Breath of Life
To find their way through the dusty storms of experience
And to grow and blossom
Into the lovely beings they were meant to be
.....Will there be Justice for them.....
For the families of people murdered - unjust destruction of life
Caused by those whose cruelty and selfishness knows no bounds
Waiting with empty hope for the peace they deserve
To see their loved ones avenged through a system
Set up to help those who caused so much hurt - the searing pain
.....Where is the Justice for them.....
For the children caught up in the insanity of abuse
Their bodies and souls raped; their hearts starved for the love
And the affection that should be theirs - the wait
For the systems that are supposed to rescue them - and yet
They are returned to those who hurt them the most - and then they die
.....Was there Justice for them.....
For the innumerable and wretched poor, needy and oppressed of the Earth
Who are always with us - deliberately kept that way on purpose
By those whose greed has bled the Planet dry
With their hoarding of wealth, riches and unbounded excesses
Cold compassion - forcing the poor to help the poor
Ignoring the request of our Creator - To Share
.....And Justice For All?
Not Yet!
SOMEDAY.....
Cecil the lion of Zimbabwe, famous and beloved,
Shot by a bow hunter after being lured from his home;
It took Cecil forty hours to die, how he must have suffered,
They tracked him down and shot, skinned and beheaded him.
It was senseless, cowardly, cruel and barbaric,
Oh I weep for Cecil the lion with the rest of the world;
And all animals victims of trophy hunters who kill for the fun,
Our voices must be united and be strong, we must end poaching.
We must demand justice for Cecil and all animals,
The hunting for sport must be stopped as it is murder;
No amount of money makes it right, no more heads on walls,
No more animals killed by cowards with big egos and money to do it.
Sign a petition, make your voice heard loudly,
Laws need to change so that animals no longer die;
This particular killer will be tracked down just like he did,
But we will be more humane, we won't shot, skin and behead him.
This coward in hiding must face justice in Zimbabwe.
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August 26, 2015
Poetry/Verse/Justice For Cecil The Lion
Copyright Protected, ID 15-703-723-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest , What Is Your Form Of Justice,
sponsor, Tammy Reams
First Place
whether bound and dragged
behind a pick-up
‘til limbs slowly dismember
or shackled hand and foot
then tossed unsecured
into the back of a rolling
makeshift coffin
whether judge, jury or executioner
all don the same hat
and fancy themselves a God
and your only crime was to exist
in pigmentation unlike their own
let us not forget our tears
our laughter, our blood
our date with mortality
these common threads
that bind us
A poet's flowing poems uplift the souls
of men and sing of legends small and great,
of knights and lords, of fiefdoms, and of fate,
of kings, and pontiffs in ungodly roles!
Long, long ago, these popes, desiring control,
enjoined the knights to charge; and penetrate
their Christ's Jerusalem to decimate
the infidels and caliphs of dark Sheol!
When wanton rulers pillage and plunder, poets
write and sing of their wicked, immoral acts,
betrayals, carnage, and cabals; tho' it's
wiser to just ignore these damning facts,
let poets instead make them known, so it's
repaid by poetic justice's attacks.
WHEN JUSTICE TOOK A HOLIDAY
Justice took a holiday today;
Peace fought back the tears.
The mourners came to knell and pray:
Guilt having choked the apathy of the years.
No eulogy can change the present or the past;
No commentary can ease the lingering pain.
What a mockery is made of “free at last”;
Only God has escaped the pointing blame.
Tomorrow will bring new tales to be told.
There’ll be no victory upon this cloudy scene;
Only memories of shades of gray of days of old:
Once again, humanity blinded to what was seen.
Yes, the more things change, the more they stay the same;
God forbid, we’re heirs to lives immune to festering shame.
So keep your eyes watching God while waiting for freedom to come;
The pursuit of happiness, life, liberty and justice, is still only for some.
But let us not whine and wallow in debilitating despair;
Let us not be like those who say they just don’t care;
With our audacious faith, there’s nothing we can’t bear.
So let us keep on keeping on with the last sweet breath that is left;
Let our cry be: “America! Give us liberty! We have given you our death!”
Fear overcasts hope
Terror has devoured Paris
Long is justice’s sword!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
16 November 2015
* Those who committed this abominable crime would never
run far enough for to escape the retribution of justice!