Best Poetic Justice Poems
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
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 mocking a rival with mask
Prepare to be taken to task
For you may look dumb
When your test results come
And the public has questions to ask.
Is it simply, as you have made clear,
Like a flu that will just disappear
Or will you, like your speech,
Try injecting some bleach?
We’re on needles and pins just to hear.
All who claim that this virus is fake
Might get ready to see their mistake
For the ones who yell loud
Like the boys who stand proud
May be stuck with some germs they can’t shake.
I look inside you
I step inside then
Well, well, look what I find here
Is this place Hell
Where my steps have led me
She calls me the Devil
Well that sounds just like him
Comteplations of direct hits
Night Marches regardless
If I’m the Archer or the target
Your still a part of
The weapons aimed in my direction
Shells, Shields, Force fields
Special Forces
Black opts, Black Hawks
Solid truths in soft words
Infrared, GPS, global positional satellites
Inferred here, I’m speaking from the third person
a glutton for punishment, a fly in the ointment
there are no flies on somebody
I’m Dynamic, I’m a driving force
I’m vigorous, full of energy, poetically spoken I got a purpose
Poetic Justice
Poet Destroyer
I tell you in Latin, I’m Acinonyx jubatus
Imma Cheetah
My words travel faster than a Leopard
I ain't no follower, I ain't no lemming
A Legend lends itself to something
Legitimately speaking
“To the system, I speak into the Universe
In the light years I splash and play in”
Choked by the incense of poetic justice,
I volunteered to be slain for the betterment of humanity.
The paintings of my ink on white sheet were witnesses,
When in Abuja, I drew my poetic daggers,
Against a twin bomb blast that left separated Limbs of men bleed with acrimony.
Eyes wept with sympathy crawling down their cheeks
While our crown boast of a thousand solutions with no one in sight.
Poetic justice shall reign in Nigeria, I prayed
I handshake my communication god when it rang
And cling firmly my peripatetic poetic spirit,
To Didier's motherland, under the cloud of French stimulated Ivory,
I saw a goat-bearded-god mimic the suit of the stars and stripes.
And commands pagan's adoration of the sun upon his throne.
When scions of termites spit at the sight of our dead flesh.
I wept when hunger-lashed beggars’ union
Cling on my feet for one CFA franc.
Poetic justice shall reign in Ivory Coast, I prayed
Under strong loyalty to tyrannical whipping with merciless rod.
I saw my brothers drip blood from the scars of yesterday.
Should religious fundamentalists be blamed?
When a star, firmly crucified on a sickle moon,
Grind the 'holy cross' people of the south.
While the big brother stood akimbo and watch vultures poke our intestines.
The referendum at hand smells secession success on my screen.
I pray for poetic justice in Sudan, Africa and the whole world.
POETIC JUSTICE
There was an old man from Fontaine
Who walked with aid of a cane
One night he was mugged
By a wannabe thug
In the graveyard, the thug was lain
11 April 2018
For the contest sponsored by Viv Wigley
When stretched forever is my day
I while the empty hours away
in courtrooms dank with men of silk
proud and tall
lawmakers all
step lightly lest you meet their ilk
Attorneys and stenographers
lawyers and interpreters
each word they spake is tongue-in-cheek;
lear-ned judges, advocates
prosecutors, barristers
spew Latin which could well be Greek
The courtroom's packed
the gallery stacked
the charge is one of pilfering
the bookie sets
last-minute bets:
"10 to 1 his head will swing."
From the ord'ly
fing'ring his rosary:
"Court's in session! Silence! Zip it!"
His Lordship enters
sans his dentures
sucks his thumb and looks decrepit
Eyes his gavel
sneers: "You're evil!
my thumb is swollen and beet-red
you'll be detained
when next again
I miss and hit my thumb instead.
"The weather vane
predicted rain
today I'll suffer agony
you caveman's hammer
how did you
till now escape technology?"
To put it mild,
the crowd goes wild
but for the shifty-eyed accused
Judge Weatherstorm
stays true to form:
he keeps his audience amused
Th' accused meanwhile
with comely smile
winks at M'Lord to cut him slack
he'll cop a plea
of not guilty
tho' evidence against him's stacked
The star witness
non compos mentis
brain well-addled by Alzheimer's
mounts the stand
bows to his fans
with clenched fist vows the truth to utter ...
(PART 2 TO FOLLOW)
28.04.2011
(This is a work of fiction in its entirety and merely a satirical look at our corrupt
justice system.)
The lawyer's named Julius
a veritable ebriosus
(in Queen's English: perm'nently pissed)
he takes a last swig
gives a belch as of pig
from the bench: "Ouch! Again I have missed!"
"Your Worship! Your Honor!
virtuous your manner
that you're fair we humbly agree
but the bribe you are bleedin'
is well beyond reason
now, pray, set this criminal free?
"My learned colleague
the one with the wig
(I believe she's the state prosecutor)
for a meager amount
will withdraw all the counts,
wipe all evidence off her computer."
"Step forth, legal counsel
o'er the bench we will
negotiate new terms now you're plastered
approach the damned bench
please pardon my French
for Latin I haven't yet mastered
"To lighten my task
I'll partake from your flask
on financials 'tis wise to imbibe
two sips of your Cane
should rid me of pain
might I convince you to double the bribe?
"To remove any doubt,
morals I've nowt
to my pocket, not law, I'm compliant
Mr big-shot lawyer,
give me cause to respect yer
and try to squeeze more from your client!"
"After due consultation
and much apprehension",
said Julius, his look more disheveled
"This crime was hard toil
but we'll divvy the spoils
our offer's not doubled but trebled."
"On due legal analysis
this case is dismissed
and henceforth may no man refute it
I'll share in the bounty
thus though he be guilty
the wretched accused is acquitted."
28.04.2011
(This is a work of fiction in its entirety and merely a satirical look at our corrupt
justice system)
This nation, this grand experiment in freedom, is lost.
We are in debt to nations that have never had freedom
And we are to blame. That great silent majority that did not vote.
and all those representatives that allowed us to fail.
A friend called it corporate greed I question the corporate
Up until now all I have done is observe.
It seems to have been a lifetime occupation
What could I have done to prevent this?
Can it be fixed?
Can we just cease paying the salaries and benefits
Of the representatives who have sold us out?
Is their blind ignorance and lack of character beyond recovery?
What kind of freedom is this that allows thievery?
In the name of taxation
Let's hide the enormity of it in payroll deductions
Social Security is a joke our representatives do not get
They have benefits that are way beyond that pittance
Why have we sunk into apathy so far we allowed it?
Why do we still allow it?
This trough they have built to wallow in should be
plated in gold and held up as an example for future
civilizations to fear.
I truly believe we have sunk beyond our capacity to recover.
As to survival? I and my family are capable of finding food and shelter
in New England.
Are You?
“POETIC JUSTICE” (VIRTUE OVER VICE)
Virtue over vice—who will pay the price
Ironic twists of fate are flawed if virtue does not equal reward
Logic needs to triumph—to beat and defeat
The tragedy of treachery that strives to cheat and repeat
Try to see outside myself and understand the eyes
To analyze, theorize, recognize and polarize
Excuse all the highs that terrorize
Unacknowledged trauma’s are like wounds that never heal
Never feel—on a constant wheel—a terrible price to pay for sin
Until at last the outside matches the justice
History written on the body—a canvas of poetry
In the end, reality, the price to pay would be too great
Too much at stake
Comfort zones obliterated, confusion reiterated
What then… the end?
Life seems slow to reach conclusion
To wait, turn back, to stop or go
To fly or dive when there is no restraint or self control
Deceit makes it hard to separate the self
Seeking truth above the easy way out
To shout, express doubt, to dropout--- burnout
Justice is tested through another’s eyes
Disguising their own lies as they spy and deny
The poetry of playing the same game
Camouflaged by another name—to shame blame and disclaim
Does virtue win the day?
Or vice have its say and inevitably stay
Does it triumph and receive reward?
Or is logic a masquerading fraud
The poetry in justice must ultimately distrust and adjust this
Lift the darkness
Make it painless, nameless and stainless
The punishment… its sword
A pickpocket named Dodger
lived to become an old codger,
alas a walking stick and heaps of pain
his getaway speed sadly on the wane.
© Harry J Horsman 2010
I thought I'd have a scar,
a line of smooth, pink skin
to rub like a worry stone.
But now I see the scar is yours.
It's my hand print
burned into your skin.
Poetic Justice
Date: Sun, Dec 20 2015 at 4:22 PM
A Poet Who Spreads His Poetic Justice
With Voice As A Substance
An Announcement Towards The Public
If You Don't Speak Your Peace
With Freedom Of Speech
Not Cause An Amendment Or Constitution Or Rights
It's Because God Gave Me A Voice To Spike
So I Have The Choice To Speak In The Night
Through The Day Of Life
To Speak My Light
The Shadows Fear The Ones Who Speaks What's Right
That's A Sacrifice To Be A Shining Knight
Cowards Hold In While Warriors Strike
Gladiator's Fight With Might While The Public Frights
I'm The Type To Roll The Dice
Even If The Snake Eyes Are Enticed
Glory Of God Is The Price
Cause Their Is An Afterlife
You Haven't Really Found The True Meaning To Live
To Forgive To Love
To Repent To Not Sin
Finding Your True Self Within
Hiding Your True Self Pinned Inside Cause Pride Of This Reality Invents
Why Should I Pretend
To Live How Society Prints
Images Of Brands & Materials To Feel Superior
Like I'm Much More Inferior
I Guess We Want All The Finest Things
To Live Dreams
Designer Jeans
Diamonds & Rings
Fly Without Wings
I Guess We All Want To Be Kings & Queens
Not Knowing We Are In a Kings Image
The Poor Suffer While The Rich Get More Riches
But If You Can Find A Door Through The System
An Find Galore & Wisdom
Share Orbs With Those Who Are Less With Wishes
Jobs Are Like Chores With Little Benefits
Unless You Are Calculating More to Hoard Expenses
I Can Gain The World & Be Without My Soul
That's Worth More Than Gold
Like A Golden Rose
Inside It's A Golden Robe
It's Funny Cause Santa Does Give Gifts & Coal
Following My Heart To See Where It Go's
What Road?
To Travel & It Goals
Only GOD Knows The Truth I Console
But This Warrior Spirit
Has To Keep Fighting Fearless
To Be Humble & Generous
To Stay Holy From Being Wicked
Cause The World Preys Vicious
For Victims
And Could Turn You To Being Venomous
So I Stay Above This Dimension
Cause I'm Out This Physical Prism
Staying In My Spiritual Pyramid
From These Earthly Images
But You Don't Have Agree With My Views
But I Still See The Truth
Cause I See Deep In The Roots
Seasoned Fruits
Weeds That's Produced
So What It Leads Me To Do?
To Be What My Father Called Me To Shoot
This Light
Poetic Justice
is what I waiting for
I won't hold my breath