Best Meting Poems

Justice for All

time marches on
reality's fire consumes—
dreams go up in smoke

Dishonest weights, deceptive scales forsake
as chains of injustice rake the flesh
of the preyed-upon bleeding, amid wild
wolves feeding, soft sheep bleating,
protestor's pleading, jurisdictions cheating,
cajoling, wheedling, injustice repeating—
jurisprudence at the confluence
of affluence and influence

~undocumented lies exhumed
 ...

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RUNAWAY TRAIN

A runaway train a life full of pain
Running avoiding the hurt
Getting away with lies, dancing in the rain
Treating everyone like dirt
Call me insane 
I am my on freak on my runaway train

Running like the gingerbread man
Running as fast as I can
Catch me now if...

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The Lay of The Best Man - Part Two


I will not understate my distaste, but I do not hate. I rate hate as being irate
Shall I underrate the spate of your hate as you devastate; leaving the ‘diva’ in a state?
You segregate, that’s active hate....

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A vengeful eye for an eye
but mind you, to avenge yourself
ain't easy as apple pie

Indeed a punch for a punch
or invite your foe
for a delicious
malicious lunch
to dish out nasty retribution, 
yet revenge is a dish
 best served cold! 

But a tooth for a tooth
will it...

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Almost always, as additional allurements arrive, ask as a Being...
 By better borne behests become best Causes ?
  Can causes create concise concepts Diligently ?
   Do doers do decidedly dumb doldrums Ever ?
    Each eek echoes egotistical efforts enduring...

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Once i lived with an uncle in a sleepy coastal town
who had a very beautiful house help from upcountry
now my male cousin Kiki desired to have a relationship
with our beautiful house help who was very lovely

One day Kiki arrives home alone he tries his advances...

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Once upon a corner in the City,
An old porch of craftsmen days
Vine winding posts and bannisters and rockers,
Drawing one and all on their way.
Afternoons were busy with our mother,
Rocking, mending and meting out wisdom;
Children resting from lawn cartwheels,
The paper boy stopping for advice about courting.
Scents...

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The sign outside the monastery reads:
“Near this spot, karma
first entered the world.” -
beside it, a small slot in a wooden box
painted white, with “DONATIONS”
in red letters scrawled across the top.

The cobbled track between the stalls
& shops is both narrow & steep, a maze of
potholes &...

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Wait On God 

(Verse 1)
Everybody  want to do things  at a pace 
Thinking  with this world 
We can face,face it all alone 
If you thought that 
You're all the way wrong 
How can you wake up
And only think  about self 
Ask...

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Is your comeback a symbol of faith or vengeance
Let it be clear if to light or darkness you pay allegiance
Don't make men victims of ploys up your sleeves
Meting out on them wrath as thieves
Suffering for invested trust
Reaping from it the dividend of disgust

To whom much...

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A Witch must confirm the Powers in her possession
Before performing an anticipated condemnation
The guilty Judge, rendered immobile and speechless
Wets himself, cowering, trussed and helpless
As the Witch intones the Powers’ sacred Creed
That she has sworn to obey and heed.

“The Powers were forged when Time came to...

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Though fear is an instinctive characteristic
It is implanted by some suckers, on the society
Giving birth to an intimidating practice; hoary
That has gripped the humanity since genesis.

Exploitation is the dearest offspring of fear
That has enslaved humankind down the ages
Unleashing a reign of trepidation repeatedly
Has no parallel...

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My Christmas
                           To me Christmas is a Grand Celebration
          ...

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/Blind meting. / Invisible touch. /
/The Sharp. / Voyager beyond the sea./
/Letters into the bottle, / in choppy waters. /
/Remembers, / Frames, /Cold spring. /
/Dreams framed/ in wind travels. /...

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Day. Night.
The very two constants of a man’s life.
They we met and must leave behind.
They race each other in a constant relay
Silently telling how much time we have left.

It all begins on a bold tarmac line.
The point where we all hear the gun let go.
The...

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