Best Sentencing Poems

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...

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I sit in stillness
framed by glass
the world outside dances

sunlight spills like golden honey.
yet within these walls I stay.
regret coils.....
around me tight as a noose 
lurking in shadows.

I breathe in
inhaling the vastness of 
the ocean's essence.

I can feel it
my heart beats.....
steady as stone.

I glance out and...

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Un-nerved by formal sentencing assemblies,
Marks and Words, bound by conjunctive amenity.
The tried beliefs that short cuts speed words into action.
Made stuffy Old School feel out of fashion.
Punctuation board-slams her silver gavel;
“A shortened distance, yet far to travel.”
Marks are pushed into line to enter their plea.


Dash...

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Contrary let’s have a conversation  
Let’s speak to euphemisms 
And pregnant letters of anagrams 

Sentencing fixation declaring persona non grata
Heads chopped for Eskimos 
Sensing heresy and heresy’s 
Running around context to a content 
Telling a novel to a telenovela  
Paragraphs to a paraplegic...

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Isaiah 41:10 ~ Fear thou not, for I am with thee: be not dismayed, for I am thy God. I will strengthen thee. Yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.

Fear is a lonely word that...

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Rosalia - The Evil Black Witch of the Harz, Part Seven

The Final Days:  Rosalia’s Death and Destruction
In the wake of such evil, debauchery and depravity what can be said now in the case of Rosalia?

Now in her mortal form the old black witch no...

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PSYCHOTIC JOURNEY
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


Feeling really beat,  I went to bed early last night
Suddenly awakened feeling something’s not right
There was total darkness, I was not in my room
Lying on a cold flooring, with a feeling of doom
Hearing moans and murmurs the sounds of pain
Someone close...

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she devil woman turned me into her slave

munipulated my mind and raped my soul

had me pleading and begging for her to stop

yet she crawled on top and began to grind

with her vice grip and her tunnel of hell

she put me into a devil's spell

crying icicles...

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Back when I was a rebellious, care free young lad
there was this regular practice that I had.
I can remember when, every now and again
I would visit my local court house and watch the sentencing.
Defendants were declared convicts officially
and marched off to serve their time at...

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I sit at my bench again,
this whole scene is getting old.
Same old sinners skulking in,
same defense a trillion-fold.

Next the room fills up with steam,
then flames shoot up through the grate.
I'm so bored I want to scream.
Now the part I really hate...

Blah, blah, blah, "I beg...

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There I was, in His presence,
like a pebble in a pond, surrounded & submerged in Satan's spirit,
I was safe though,
safe as sin in a liar's heart,
no threat of abduction, no bargaining for soul,
intimidation felt more like explorative excitment,
curiosity carried my conscience to conception of privilege...

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I sit at my bench again,
this whole scene is getting old.
Same old sinners skulking in,
same defense a trillion-fold.

Now the room fills up with steam.
Next, flames shoot up through the grate.
I'm so bored I want to scream!
Here's the part I really hate...

Blah, blah, blah, "I beg...

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The sun did shine,
The day was fine.
That day I was at ease...
"Get on with it" the judge cut in and tailed with a "Jeeze".

As night time fell,
T'was like a spell.
I swear it was not me; was something else besides myself,
Please take account my plea.

Excitement came...

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Elevator Man 

A wrinkled hand
rotates Time's worn handle of half circles
giving arrest to past rides awakened

Up and down
listening
hearing
never forgetting

Watch your step

Ornate iron confinement
charming for youth
insulation for some
sentencing for others

Cables retch echoing secrets within
sliding metal dregs past elevated remembrances
among whispered conspiracies
softly spoken nothings
muffled weeping
all preambles shadowed
in...

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