Best Precedents Poems
The Crossroads of Life!
The crossroads of life—fate!
And there you wait.
For the sign that presents forth
The goals—that will guide your destiny.
The phrase is synonymous with challenge,
Bold adventure and decision-making
In achieving greatness,
Or to be the best that you are?
And yet, you hesitate.
What will people think?
How will you get ahead?
This response, you believe
To be both rational and precise
Is cowardly.
When opportunity knocks, you procrastinate!
This action deprives your soul of fuel:
By exaggerating fear with excuses,
Thereby avoiding the truth of consequences.
Case law has established precedents.
The name will stand
In the books unembellished, based on facts
Of articulate arguments waged in the courtroom
In the presence of peers!
Categories:
precedents, allegory, destiny, fate, philosophy,
Form:
Verse
ACCLIVITY
It is so easy to refine and relax through this perceptual escape.
Your thoughts are pure and thinking is disengaged.
As time pass, we will discuss out.
We will share our thoughts and our afterthoughts.
Everybody pay attention to the ambiance of the wind.
When you feel your soul is aglow, let your spirit be seen.
This is all part of the image you perceive.
When the sun is shining, we will take a nature walk.
This ascertain philosophies form from a greater source.
People are on the move promoting the cause of a better way.
The aura is vibrant to vitalize our ideas.
Representation provided by reflection of our past is process toward healing.
Precedents that signifies our progression and new found acumen are mindsets profound.
We are here to inform and make life formed detrimental to our choices.
Everybody listen to the waterfall.
Our inclination is to take control.
We are of character to not falter.
We spiraling upward to pinnacle.
Yet there is more to device.
Our cognizance is superlative.
Our time is here.
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Scribe July 2, 2015!
Categories:
precedents, freedom, future, inspirational, peace,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Years ago a marriage couldn’t
Join two different races.
Still some people hate
What that legality embraces.
Now today, the fight goes on
With gays who want to wed.
Those with hatred in their hearts
Protest these laws instead.
Why anybody cares what others do
Remains a mystery;
But loudmouths love to spew their wrath,
With precedents in history.
Today we’ve learned our president
Has made a risky move,
Endorsing same-sex marriage,
Which so many won’t approve.
I heartily applaud him
And I’m glad he took a stand.
Perhaps this huge announcement
Means that change is close at hand.
For those who argue natural law
Should not let gays unite,
They have to face that fact, to most
This is a human right.
A same-sex couple in your midst
Will not pose any threat;
And if you choose ignoring them,
They wouldn’t mind, I’d bet.
So kudos to Obama
For his brave and bold decision.
Equality is closer now
To what we can envision.
Categories:
precedents, political,
Form:
Rhyme
The brutalized girl breathed her last in faraway Singapore
She met her fate returning home, a couple of weeks ago
To shift the focus of the masses on an issue so emotive
And moved to a hospital in a distant land with a purely political motive
Reputed for organ transplants in which their hospital specialized
What good did it do to a grievously hurt girl whose condition had not stabilized
The six hour flight to the distant shore was surely a misadventure
The government was uneasy with restive crowds near their hallowed seat of power
The government paid lip service to the girl who is no more
Making promises to a nation, both aggrieved and sore
But in the interim, another girl in a neighbouring state
Ended her life, harassed and denied for weeks from recording her rape
The administration’s handling of such incidents
Are not far and few and have many precedents
A woman parliamentarian and doctor to boot
Said something very strange in a television interview
Referred to a victim from the past
And on her character, aspersions she cast
Pronouncing to media that it was not rape at all
But a call-girl’s transaction gone wrong; what gall!
Another MP, this time the President’s son
Sought to have fun with his knowledge of the English lexicon
And portrayed the women demonstrators of civil society as ‘painted & dented’
The backlash was so vicious, on national television he recanted
With red lights marking them as their sirens wail through the streets
Breaking traffic rules and followed by a bureaucratic fleet
Politicians think that from their ivory towers they have seen it all
As elected office bearers they never cease to appall
In times of crisis you can sense the disconnect
But democracy is about people’s choices, who do we elect?
And to men, I must ask why bestiality has become our way
Together we can surely change the world for a better day
Please resist if opportunity demands when you see a girl harassed
Or at the least seek help fast, you have to save the lass!
Categories:
precedents, angst, death, girl, girl,
Form:
Narrative
Cautious adjudication, the gravitas of soft-spoken word.
Your legendary legacy, illustrious and exalted.
Advocate for gender justice, legal insights not always heard.
Yet, your jurisprudence was seldom persuasively faulted.
Few men invite state regulation of their sex organs.
Yet, many insist the state can control a woman’s body.
You, the bulwark against unconstitutional legal actions,
against state laws of men, pious and haughty.
Now you have departed, and we gaze upon the cavity.
Now we dread what might be used to fill the void.
The precedents of your life, our guidance against depravity.
Your advocacy for equality must be our natural law employed.
Categories:
precedents, abortion, america, eulogy, farewell,
Form:
Elegy
I have my reasons-
most of which you'll never know;
I have my precedents,
for every friend and every foe.
My obsession is subliminal manipulation-
based on mutual obligation,
and entire recreation
using my imagination's-
idea of accommodation
&Personal inspiration.
Categories:
precedents, analogy, character, me, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
No illegal search and seizure
Says amendment Number Four
Probable cause necessary
Before we break down your door.
The warrant spells out what they search,
Describing things they will seize.
So hide them where you know they won’t
Go to the judge, and say, “Please.”
Number Five’s an uncommon gem
It says we won’t take your life
Without due process of the law,
Or by talking to your wife.
Testimony from yourself, and
Oh, yeah, double jeopardy,
Will never be responsible
For removing liberty.
We will not take your property
For a bridge or a highway.
Not without compensating you
But, please, stay out of the way.
We’ll never pay you what it’s worth,
Nor what the market will bear.
We shall pay you what we think’s right
And so what if it’s not fair?
So now we come to Number Six:
Speedy trial for you and me.
Impartial juries we will have
‘Less the press first runs the story.
We will inform you of the crime
They think you have committed.
And let you confront eyewitness
And a lawyer, not dim witted.
So here we are, now at Seven,
But this one’s kind of dicey.
It’s about the common law,
And the cost of controversy.
The courts have set some precedents
From the beginning to this year
So put this one from your mind, but
Don’t let lawyers know your fear.
Punishment cruel, or excessive
Is listed in Number Eight.
High bails and fines not imposed
Except in a crime of hate.
This allows a sentence of death
When combined with Number Five.
So, while stoning is a no, no.
Injection can take your life.
The rights for you, herein displayed
Shall not be the only item.
Number Nine says it right clear
Other rights are not denied ‘em.
This simply means, to you and me,
We’re somewhat free, to a point.
Beware of our society
For they say no to that joint.
This now brings us to Number Ten
About powers left on the rack.
If it’s not stated by this doc
States, and people, take up the slack.
The constitution delegates
Power to the three branches.
But if they overstep these bounds
Beware election chances.
Categories:
precedents, confusion, education, funny, history,
Form:
Free verse
Part Two
one by one numbered they falter
stricken parted
mother from unborn still-born
ravaged lover from brother
now huddled they go
up the altar
now a grey veil
to bind the blush of brides
wan and bent
voyaging through no-man’s water
to weak to feel even pain
O for a job, a job
to keep me going
to fatten my woman
to draw a pension
And while we are waiting
Give me leave, my Captain
Give me leave
to go upon the shore
for the sails do droop and flop
in the shrouded past and I
may no longer see the breast
of my tarnished home-born door
Kritik der Urteilskraft
Are we all agreed on this point
Then clear the court for the Queen Mother
Yesterday's sister science
Throw out the precedents, no, not that one
Dust those three long buried in Königsberg
And remember, always remember
Here are no laws, make your own
If the wind will not favour you
Then tear down the sails
If physics will hamper you
Then paddle your way through
For
Here are no laws, only, you
You must go on and on
That's all that's left for you
Give no quarter
Discount not your enemies
Always on and on
For
Here are no laws
only
YOU
© T. Wignesan, 1957 (from the collection: tell them i'm gone, 1983)
Categories:
precedents, war, me, me,
Form:
Free verse
VIRTUAL RARITIES
techniques
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to
explore
the potentials &
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modelling
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generatively
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renditions
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alternatives
stylised imagery
symbolised
by
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serene
introspective
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precedents by
conceptual
stereotypes
expressed
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NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Categories:
precedents, poetry,
Form:
Other
My life is is assonance
No mints or common sense
It's dense without hints
Trapped in tents
Hints dropped like nonsense
Like vowels or consonants
These gents are what prevents
Presidents from dark intents
And events transpire to ignore precedents
Hesitance that invents supplements
For gents and when it finally relents
My life is assonance
Without pretense
It's suspense with self-defense
No offense but I'm feeling intense
My life is lost in assonance
Or maybe I'm just an ass granting pretense
Categories:
precedents, assonance, funny, humor, life,
Form:
Free verse
Agile music pouring out gentle quiet,
Furious sighs breaking through the soft shadows,
Beyond the moon, ebbs a beautiful riot.
Stars glistening, prompting the wind to transpose,
Reverse the dancing laughter, breathless pining,
Aching, trembling, quaking as the music slows.
Autumn’s beguiling, summer is declining,
Whispering kisses over mountain ascents,
Only God Himself could have done this signing.
Author of graceful laughter, warm precedents,
Soulful joys discovered beneath the sunshine,
Rays of glory raining down over contents.
Story of light pierces dark, the bottom line,
Father, Son and Holy Ghost, this light is mine!
Categories:
precedents, appreciation, blessing, christian, inspirational,
Form:
Terza Rima
Hosting a bash, the belly butterflies flutter,
From the thought of you, I melt like butter.
Strong willed, outspoken unless my affection,
My retreat if ever eyes should meet in your direction.
To reveal what I feel, I stand petrified from the fall.
Like a forest, too timid to hear the Timber call.
Heart trapped in the middle of social and destiny game,
Yet, I'm the only one between the two of them to blame.
Past romance all perishable love precedents,
But why should you get blamed from prior antecedents?
Temperature upsurge from feasible pleas able passion merge.
Categories:
precedents, love
Form:
fixity or flux
in the
evasion of monotony
a linear turn
to integrity
in phrasal inflections
scanning language
in signature verse
internal sounds
made prominent with
divergent voices
random shapes
on the
theatre of the page
circumstance
leavened by
understanding
at points of departure
into floods
of the experimental
in a inherent
impulse
an antithesis
of the
ambivalent
dislocated
by emotion
distracted by
banalities
sesoned with tradition
a spontaneous
cycle of seasons
the heritage
of life blooms
a sentiment
of trees
in a rare
but natural voice
eternally alive
in an annual
renaissance
of precedents
where
caution passes by
style detours in disguise
shameless
in deceit
sly&aloof
prudence laid aside
a
transfigured folly
yet
volatile
& naive
an antecedent
of
a
genteel
future
Categories:
precedents, poetry,
Form:
Verse
Architects
-Walter Rossman
In these ruins, a peculiar place
within the rubble, sanctity abounds here
and stand you will, straight, respectful
as you see the shattered idols of a previous people
erased.
one finds an engraved tablet
rustic yet visible enough
sees one, in wondrous artful calligraphy
that would’ve been etched by some
creative, trained hand that knew not
its work would outlive its precedents.
In it, one reads
“Forever have I waited for
this dingy city of mine, to see
new eyes and it takes,
sadly, the eyes of art
to see for itself
the utter monstrosity”
and you pick the rubble, anew
now with purpose that
that great hand wrote amid sweat
and blood, amid tiring hours of work
the future of the entire city.
As you dig, you find
the toolbox, filled to the brim
its contents never seeing the grit of stone
or the sparks off metals, never have they borne witness
to the midday sun and the perspiring architect
who creates art, unappreciated, and we all,
all of us men who descended upon the rubble
are filled with purpose
we grab what we can find.
The broken columns and
shattered stone, remnants of marble
and disgraced statue-heads are now lighter to hold
the rubble seems to clear off
beneath it lies, the indomitable will
of a poor, poor artist,
with eyes that could see far more than
anyone of the doomed city,
we all bathe in that will, we are now
inspired by art,
art that knows no bounds,
of cities perished, little is spoken
it’s what remains that matters
be it so, for that noble man
we’ll create a masterpiece
and name it, “Architect City”.
Categories:
precedents, art, future,
Form:
Free verse
fixity or flux
in the
evasion of monotony
a linear turn
to integrity
in phrasal inflections
scanning language
in signature verse
internal sounds
made prominent with
divergent voices
random shapes
on the
theatre of the page
circumstance
leavened by
understanding
at points of departure
into floods
of the experimental
in a inherent
impulse
an antithesis
of the
ambivalent
dislocated
by emotion
distracted by
banalities
sesoned with tradition
a spontaneous
cycle of seasons
the heritage
of life blooms
a sentiment
of trees
in a rare
but natural voice
eternally alive
in an annual
renaissance
of precedents
where
caution passes by
style detours in disguise
shameless
in deceit
sly&aloof
prudence laid aside
a
transfigured folly
yet
volatile
& naive
an antecedent
of
a
genteel
future
Categories:
precedents, poetry, word play,
Form:
Didactic