Best Lawful Poems
I’ve an anger which cannot be hidden!
A burning passion that comes unbidden!
My Soul desolated with grievous rage,
reacts with furious justified outrage!
Occasioned by the offences of ignorance,
bigotry, discrimination and intolerance!
Though evil are the ravages of vandalism,
they pale to the magnitude of racialism!
Colour, creed, even the shape of the eye
is little enough to make bigots cry:
“He’s not of us! He’s a different breed!”
“Watch him close or he’ll do us an ill deed!”
There is no cause for remarks such as these,
but pestilent views are like a disease!
Some ill chosen words expressed in vague
terms, insinuate like a fatal plague!
Ethnic slurs in the guise of humour, fester!
With but one angry response one protester,
can incite more slander, which raging out of hand,
foments a backlash! Runs rampant! Inflames the land!
But racism is a sword with a two edged blade!
It cleaves not only those on whom it’s laid
but those who scorn to curb their vicious tongue
from whom such defamatory words have sprung!
Can we not accept those who are not as us?
Must we blame the innocent for the fuss
instigated by such biased perception?
Let us quash ignorance at its inception,
or by default we shall be guilty too!
By using diverse conceits we construe
to make imprudent acts lawful decrees!
While disregarding all impassioned pleas
for tolerance! Unless we denounce this blight,
or take a stand and with fortitude, to fight
and end disharmony, discord and dislike!
Racialism and hatred will flourish alike!
Rhymer April 1st, 2017.
Categories:
lawful, anger,
Form:
Rhyme
In little towns the big events are locally presented,
and every family in the town is usually represented.
Shopkeepers shut their doors when a pioneer curls his toes,
and if someone’s up to mischief, then everybody knows.
Every sporting club is well supported, right down to the wire,
they are the social hubs of towns to set the youth on fire,
through footy clubs and netball clubs combining into one
to sing and dance the night away, promoting local fun.
Of course when youth is mixed with party love can fill the air,
so Cupid’s firing arrows through the hearts of those who care.
This sometimes leads to earnestness when love gets in the way;
the town is now preparing for there’ll be a wedding day.
There’s heaps of preparation from the family of the bride;
flower girls and pretty maids to stand right by her side.
There’s the minister and invitations; the caterers are right.
All the groom must think about - “Are you coming to the bucks night?”
It’s half past five and dawn is breaking; we’re coming back to town.
God knows who is driving but their foot is going down.
There’s nugget, sauce and butter, smeared over everything;
the bucks party is over now - it’s ten hours ‘til the wedding.
And now coming up behind us is a mass of flashing light,
when a siren started blaring; we thought it better to take flight.
We shot around some back streets trying to lose this cop,
then someone with a drunken slur, said “I think we better stop.”
Popularity is not the word that I would say is spoken next.
This angry cop took any plea completely out of context.
He wouldn’t listen to a word that’s said, repeating “That’s enough!”
before I heard the second click of a closing set of handcuffs.”
In a cell back at the station there’s a pall of doom and gloom.
And there’s a hint of panic when it’s mentioned in the room,
by the cop who indicated strongly that by giving him some flack,
we’re gunna stay locked up until his Sergeant arrives back.
I made every kind of plea I could, but this cop avoids my dreading.
He said “Young lad you’re lucky; my Sergeants at his daughters wedding,
so he’ll be in a good mood when he greets you in this room.”
“Don’t bloody count on it” I said - “Because I’m the flamin’ groom!”
Categories:
lawful, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Blarney
Recall
With me
A time
Long passed...
Back when
Dragons'
Fame was
Ablaze ...
Knights would
Slay them.
Dwarves would
Cheat them.
No one
Loved a
Dragon.
Gossip
Spewed out
Far and
Swiftly;
Bounties
On their
Heads were
Posted.
So great
Was the
Murder
And fear,
Dragons
Took to
Hiding.
They hid
In caves
And in
Castles.
They hid
In the
Mountains.
They hid...
They hid...
They hid...
Still all
Were found---
Except
For one.
A gold
Dragon;
Fifty-
Four feet
Long and
Lawful.
He was
So just...
So good...
Genius
That could
Morph to
Human!
He could
breathe fire
And smoke...
Ah... but
No one
Loved a
Dragon.
The dwarves,
They stole
His gems,
His gold.
The knights,
So brave,
Took blood
And tooth;
Took head
And tail.
Yet, none
Could take
His heart...
Rivers
Are no
Longer
Crimson.
Fire and
Smoke are
Not seen...
But, deep
Below,
Blarney
Castle,
Near Cork,
The gold
Dragon
Still lives...
And will
Give the
Gift of
Blarney...
For just
A kiss!
© Deborah burch
12/11/2016
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DUPLEX form (2 syllables per line)
Categories:
lawful, allegory, fantasy,
Form:
Verse
If a person has cheated us
It is better we do not curse
God will take the best action
Giving to us fine protection
Let us not feel terribly sorry
And bring to our mind injury
Instead let us try to forget
So that bliss we can get
Of course scars are severe
And memories cause tear
Still, let us somehow manage
And try to get enough courage
That person has badly blundered
A heinous act is cruelly rendered
God will make the needed move
Power of Justice, He will prove
Our tears have flooded heaven
Our stomachs burn like oven
Revenge is not our ultimate aim
Though we had a very bad time
The worst losses we suffered
But, pure kindness we offered
We came across great traitors
But, we are really lawful fighters
Let us keep our mind steady
And offer to all kind remedy
Let us fill our heart with mercy
Being kind must be our policy
By pure love, we are urged
Strongly we have emerged
Let us forget all their fault
Let love occupy heart-vault
Kindness is the best defense
It only proves God's presence
Kindness will pave a safe path
Let it replace meaningless wrath.
Categories:
lawful, life, wisdom,
Form:
Quatrain
Too many people dont look upon the path that they tread
Too many sins of the government
Is why our soldier's lay in their graves dead.
Each soldier hailed a hero in death
But their death wasnt necessary
To be without their life breath.
Led by a government who leads their country with greed.
False promises made
Led to their deaths leaving many families in grief.
Why are we fighting
Why do our soldiers ride so freely to war?
What are they thinking theyll gain
Or what they even truly fight for?
Lies are made to our peoples country men of the land
By a deceitful government of cruelty ^ their greedy command.
As they sit back looking on
As our fathers brother's & sons
Fight in this world forlorn.
Think of why you should fight for a government
Who dont ride into battle themselves
Why sgould they sit back in safety
Why should they be freed from ill healths.
Foolishly is the belief that we fight for our lands.
When it's only for the power & greed of our governing lawful demands.
We need to start thinking & using our heads.
Why fight for laws that dont even become as our peoples hearts to death has been led.
Think of your children & how you want them to see
Their world around them & a future with love within their own family.
If we were only to look after our own
Would the world even be fighting
Would we even a war in our world condone.
09th dec 2016
Anna sabrina tate
Categories:
lawful, absence, anger, anti bullying,
Form:
Blank verse
So many words, such boring waffle
Posturing peacocks, whispering snakes,
Actions so twisted doubtful if lawful
A bunch of connivers, dithering flakes.
In the House which they rule
They pointed and frowned
Lectures unending as if back at school,
Comments unwelcomed, arguments drowned.
Then to the Senate the matter was sent
Pelosi's grandstanding the Media in tow,
Swaying opinion her only intent
Her hands animated, her face all aglow.
But Mitch was just waiting,
Lurking, knives drawn,
Biding his time skillfully baiting,
For he had the Queen, they just the Pawn.
Here comes their bleating
Lost sheep wailing foul
They accuse us of cheating
Which makes me just howl.
Boy I like winning
It's such a huge high,
I so can't stop grinning
While watching them cry.
Now the deal's done
This farce put to bed,
I'll continue to stun
As I forge way ahead
They thought they could win
By playing the part
But if acting's a sin
I've mastered that art.
Another four years
Of me and my tribe,
No matter their tears
To me they'll subscribe.
Categories:
lawful, angst, humor, parody, political,
Form:
Quatrain
Licensed to right the wrong
Look past loopholes of lies
Lure rivals to confess
Listen to untold facts
Lend voice for the silent
Language, their pearl armor
Lawful knights, dressed in black
Categories:
lawful, courage, riddle,
Form:
Pleiades
Can the day ever be seen,
Where we respect differences among us all?
Or must our obedience to an
Angry God, force a hand to build a wall?
If morality is justly placed, the
Spread of power must be even and diffused.
Where all are given parity, and the
Truth will be observed, not refused.
Because when we open our eyes and mind,
The roots of chaos are sown buried and deep.
While they strangle the harvest of humanity,
Without a season so it will never sleep.
This issue can be seen globally,
Traversing time and continents with its reach.
Yet the conclusion has created a divide,
With a corrupt answer leftover to teach.
And while mankind seeks a lawful remedy,
With a color spectrum filtered by black and white.
Hope and faith may survive a universal
Reality, that's forever present between wrong and right.
Categories:
lawful, humanity,
Form:
Quatrain
Written: by Miracle Man
11-11-2019
In a nefarious world such as we are now living,
We vote for wicked things making them lawful.
More are now takers than are those giving,
And the end result, is apt to be something awful.
We’re being deceived by all this Socialist thinking,
Making things legal isn’t synonymous with right.
Professing fallacies, they stand before us, unblinking,
It’s time for believers to stand in the gap, and fight.
Then when all has been destroyed, both good and bad,
And facing God’s judgment many will beg and plead.
God the father, Jesus, and Holy Spirit are the triad,
And God, from the books, will their odious works read.
Poem of the day 11-18-2019
Categories:
lawful, god, jesus, judgement, truth,
Form:
Lyric
Some years from now
the Devil throws a banquet –
In hell, of course – where he alone
unquestionably rules:
A banquet table plated for
greedy fools: to his right,
Barack seated; with Hilary at
his heated left; Bidden,
unable to tell where he is –
so after a brief, delirious spell,
decides himself quite content
with just the odious, strangely
familiar smell – Hunter doing some
cooking – agents told to shy
from looking – ordered not to
allow lawful booking:
Pelosi and Schumer,
for the first time
realizing themselves entirely
powerless...yet, hopelessly
addicted to procuring votes,
hotly plot how to send
the Squad copious
asbestos notes – His Majesty
offers them, another plate of
hot coals, with a side-dish of
charred souls – some fur lined
totes, to go with stylish
Arctic coats –
Categories:
lawful, allegory, betrayal, corruption, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
Written: November 11, 2023
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Oh, what strength and valor the heart may be!
As a way of enduring life's various struggles,
Minor flaws are where it typically falls poorly.
Which develops drastically, days troubles
We brace for battle by bearing sturdy gear.
To meet physically with something awful.
Defiantly ignoring the potential to feed fear
And convey your fierce drive to win, lawful.
An anonymous, as feathery as a fluffy cloud,
A thoughtless phrase, a glance, a demeanor
Destroys our smug sense of awe; to be proud
Both stamina and vigor vanished in a steamer.
Despite whether it is stubble-covered or spare,
Losing may as well teach us how life will dare.
Categories:
lawful, analogy, angst, bereavement, life,
Form:
Sonnet
International faith
Identical for your thought
Idolatry rejected
Surrender to God
Submit high morality
Safety to your heart
Light in the darkness
Largess liberality
Last justice lawful
All peoples message
Ably ablution to pray
A generous soul
Magnify all you
Mainly to balance your soul
Maintain your spirit
Acrostic Senryu's.
Categories:
lawful, faith,
Form:
Acrostic
My family marched peacefully in Selma that day,
Hoping Martin’s spirit would lift us far away
From prejudice and violence that perpetrators
Had cast on us for centuries in the USA.
“Land of the free,” a misnomer of limitation,
For a country where whites had the sole celebration.
Heads held high, we didn’t fight back, even when attacked,
Knowing enmity was not God’s plan in creation.
We sacrificed our King to the Civil Rights Movement,
Hoping his achievements would reflect a life well spent.
But hooded devils continue to rear callous heads
Denying equality, our lawful, lone intent.
Florida visitor Talmadge Branch was turned away;
In a back room of a bar owners told him to stay.
Prosecution by Florida’s attorney general
Put Civil Rights violations again on display.
My brothers, my sisters, we’ve yet to achieve our goal --
Too many of us in prison, slight chance of parole.
Indignities abroad cause the US to lash out
While, peacefully, our families we struggle to console.
To learn more about Talmadge Branch, visit:
http://cnsnews.com/news/article/florida-bar-owners-could-lose-license-over-racism-complaint
*Written February 28, 2015
Categories:
lawful, racism, prejudice,
Form:
Rubaiyat
“Mind your own Business!!”
By:.Peter Neendoor
Darling child, borne
in lawful love
and born beloved,
comes of age, turns around,
and nonchalantly says,
“Mind your own business.”
Late nights and phone calls
a room a world in its own
align the inquiring youth
to zero - gravity possibilities;
and the internet's wide window
on the brave new world brings
a free spirit serenading love.
The parents ask, “what is this?”
“Mind your own business.”
They wait with love
and prayers for the child
to wake up and say
something more filial.
Will the precious son,
jailed for illegal drugs,
growl to the parents visiting,
“Mind your own business?”
Could dearest daughter, giving birth
to an accidental child
in unmentionable shame,
point to someone and say,
“That is the baby’s father?”
or still shout at her chaste mother,
“Mind your own business?.”
Categories:
lawful, childrenworld, parents, parents, drug,
Form:
Narrative
Technology is matter built to mind our fusions and confessions of relaxation, tie up the man who believe not what you believe, and praises those like you, and pay homage to the one who makes you believe
Name the shame and project it in reason, seasoning the wounds with lies and killing the truth so much that question of dreams are reality of answers, in noise of poverty, earring of gold and riches, touches of slavery and vision of desires.
I sit, in a sited position thought consuming the mind, silence at its dept, and emotion at brinks of uncertainty, call me what you but never call me a reader of this encrypted life, deciphered by the same person who is clueless too.
Some say we create our own fate, some say we born to with a purpose, some say we are in search of a destination that has no map,
Some people are followers like those who live inside the barriers of lawful codes, and some are prisoners to it,
But some are what they are
So i ask again in aged time of seconds gone by,
Are you a creator or computer?
Lebron Spirits
Categories:
lawful, computer, confusion, deep, education,
Form:
ABC