Best Meted Out Poems

Injustice is just an inconvenience until it is proven...
When the sun hit their helmets it startled the very souls of the natives
a signal upon their eyes that spoke like a siren of ill prophecy to the bone,
the armaments of a hell that hushed any hope...

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Passions for expectations with life were none
Till the teenage accepted life as it came anon.
Went to gym, played games, attended school
Swam in the open sea, life smooth and cool.

Might’ve been endowed with great expectations
In gestation to perform later in life like everyone.
Sprouted while in the...

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Dawn, when silence falters
And the trees of the range- 
Are tucked in a bucket of fog
Marching dawn, whose beauty never alters,
I tuck myself in blankets like a log
At the Treetops Hotel upon the range
Dainty dreams upon dawn’s altar

The dappled peacock dazes the dawn
While the African...

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~ Frost
         by
             design
~ delicate,
       crafted in the night,
          ...

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‘Out’-discipline!
“Teacher, beaten by student.” “Student stabs another in squabble.” 
“Teachers found without Lesson Plan.” “Noise level unbearable.”
Unfortunately, these would only be a few of the sordid headlines;
 To duly ‘captivate’ readers, if every school had its own newsletter.
The very fabric of our beloved society has...

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Dawn, when silence falters
And the trees of the range- 
Are tucked in a bucket of fog
Marching dawn whose beauty never alters.
I tuck myself in blankets like a log
At the Treetops Hotel upon the range
Dainty dreams upon dawns altar

The dappled peacock dazes the dawn
While the African crowned...

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IN THE SEASON OF HOPE THEREOF

In the season of hope thereof,
There seems to be
Little justice, peace and love
Meted out to you and me;
Except for what comes from above.
Yet, let us not allow the deceivers 
Sway us to be as erring as they—
Let us not be...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : LXXIV

IF ever I had a country proud of its sacred Soul Patrie
And if ever by a long shot I was nominated - not spuriously elected - Chef Ministre d'Etat 
        Plenipotentiary
The...

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Surrounded by four walls.	
I feel disgust and despair.
Why can’t I snap out of it?
For listen: The city hums with listless life.
Hospitals thrive with dying patients,
oft with self inflicted excruciating pains,
more often meted out by egoistic humans
in pursuit of hedonistic pleasures,
of self satisfying needs.
 
In a...

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Honey, I miss you
Worry not my appetites
Sue at beck and call.
My needs are fast and few
Be well meted out by Sue...

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(On the morning of February 25, 1983, the great dramatist 
Tennessee Williams was found dead in a New York hotel suite. 
He had choked on the plastic cap of his eyedrops bottle, which
he habitually held in his mouth when applying the eyedrops.
The alcohol and pills...

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What fools do sing of Karma?

Justice meted out like some kind of sick equation as though
any thoughts or theorems are constant.

I'm sure Pythagoras and Euclid would be very proud of all of us.

See this place and time:

Sigma batwings beat like boomerangs,
doors slamming out the dust-choked...

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Lord, I know your love,
but show me Your justice.
I know the day will come
when probation is done,
and everyone will see
their eternal destiny
justice meted out in judgment reality...

I know, I know that day will come

But...what about now, Lord?
What about now?
What about the mothers who mourn
for their...

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“...He said his wife in bed with another man,
she thought he was at work, he cried out ‘Tramp!’
Eric then, he lost control,
white hot rage claimed his soul,
and he bashed in their skulls with a lamp.

“Now they say Eric’s money wasn’t clean.
And he had some mob...

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WHY 13 TOPS MY WEDDING CAKE

A cherubim approaches the celebratory podium,
a fifteen tier cake in her congratulatory hands.
The pews, full of spectators - ready for a heavenly slice,
fragrant oil poured from above, stirs hearts where it lands.

Our cherubim patiently slices vanilla - tier number one,
with...

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