Best Sentencing Poems
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 Dash Dash has trailing thoughts…
Comment remarks that it thinks too much.
Question Mark, curiously rotund and stout,
asks “What’s this meeting all about?”.
Proud Period, acquainted with the strident rituals of formality,
Quickly departs, leaving a daunting spot of terse finality.
Comma’s game of pause and snag,
grammatically adheres to one of tag.
Overwrought Exclamation Mark, nervously blurts:
“Unruly disorder can make matters worse!”.
Semi colon maintaining proper pauses,
Stays anchored between compelling clauses.
Colon fearful of growling barks,
snuggles closer to Quotation Marks.
Apostrophe’s like for word possession,
worries over changing word obsession
Oh, Oh! Oh? Oh…
These are shameful attempts to monopolize,
Even with trite words, of unassuming size.
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Punctuation thinks her identity’s impaired
Might she be confused with the shrew, Grammar?
She calls to order a capitol thought.
sliding up to Exclamation Mark, shouts “’STOP!’
The object of this meeting,
Is not subject to self- beating.
No presence is here to criticize, or chastises,
nor harmonize.
If getting through is what stays true.
Will be understood by some , but always to you.”.
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
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 see
islands shimmering like dreams…..
clouds lazily drift by.
like ghostly albatrosses.
heavy with the mental wobbling weight
of untold excruciating hours
spent in despair.
I can hear
waves hum their foaming forgotten lullabies.
spilling secrets from the depths.....
beneath the starlit sky
I sail on
gliding over waveless waters
alone in the stillness of the night.
the salt air mingles with my thoughts
hope burns
a flicker caught in the tempest howl
distant as fires beyond the glass
a pleading prayer goes unanswered.
I gaze at
the world, so alive.....
filled with laughter and song.
joy drifts in like soft misty mist
but raw regret tugs at my heart.
snowflakes fall quietly.....
silence calls.
then Darkness Descends.
Draping the earth in it’s shadowy spell.
Dancing, Drumming, Devouring.
hope's last flicker Dies…..
echoes of a Dying breath
chaos reigns supreme.
I feel frozen
in this shattered world
where cracked glass bites into
my dreams.
I’m helpless.
I am a silent witness
to a dying light.
I find myself fractured like
just like the life
I let slip away.
I’m the voyeur of lost tomorrows.
their cost carved deep into
the marrow of my soul
a sentencing weight I’ll carry forever.
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 in paralysis
Please let’s not sell confirmation to be firm
Brought to be bought
Needles piercing through a pierced needle
Mending letters for letter heads
A grieve sensing tears departing death
Condolences speaking so well with pain
She’s passed on, on to the ethos-
And incarnations
Ancestors to an ancestor-
Leaving God with bill to captures guts;
A man with a liver
Words with a man and it was men
Independents, depending on what happens
Independents where are you?
Schizophrenia for frivolous
Respect for all who respond
Spirits speaking so well with spirituality
Serving a soul so soul for flesh purpose
Unity with bones for free
Miracles doomed and boomed in miraculous
Listening to a beginning: a sun so sweet for a sweet
Manifest in emblematic sworn in; the alchemy
Mending Words : THE TRENCHES
THE TRENCHES the pure truth so colorful, so to bring out the beast in a beast; philosophy, spirituality and dreams in priggish ways a fifth chapter.
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 haunts
The silences and solitude of defeat
Creates a sense of despondency
Feelings of madness without any amity
Anxiety breaks the heart anew each dawn
Trapping the soul in a nightmare of sorrow
Sentencing the spirit to death with dread
Filling the mind with overpowering grief
Panic traps the thoughts with despair
Torturing the emotions with phobias
Teaching that worry is something to trust
Lending concern to the most precious hope
There is One who knows the fear that defeats
And leads the heart and soul to unending peace
Beckons the spirit to see and believe the truth
That there is a God of love who gives us real hope
He sees into our anxious thoughts and brings about
Assurance that our faith has brought us out of doubt
Into a better place of peace and tranquility, serenity
Feelings that come from knowing that He is nearby
God calms the heart that fears and worries and hurts
Brings pure joy and harmony to the lonely thoughts
Creates a sense of purpose in the one who is discouraged
And captures the spirit with a love that is so honest
His love inspires the broken spirit to believe the truth
That our Heavenly Father is always there to reassure
And see us through the storms that seem to be brewing
Within those of us who share these feelings of insistent worry
With a thankful heart, I look to the source of strength
The One I pray is always there, alive and well, giving to me
True acceptance and inspiration to never give up in defeat
To lean on His loving promises with assurance, hope and faith!
Favorite Scripture Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
May 30, 2020
i saw your smile, then fell from grace -
plunged like Icarus out of the lofty skies
and traded that innocuous, frigid space
for the beautiful muddle in your eyes.
i watched my clean slate begin to fade;
the homespun, pristine virtues turn to dust
and fully embraced the holy wreck we made
out of a placid, fragile trust.
because heaven is a mere patient cage
of tediously slow hymns and blinding white
in comparison to this colliding rage,
this enchanting freefall through the night.
if planting my feet firmly against your skin
means that paradise is forever lost to me,
then, by all means, let my sentencing begin...
for I will wear the wreckage quite happily.
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 instead of swetting bullets
heart frozen from her devil's snare
killing me softly enjoying every bit
i was lost and confined to her devilish world
blood red lips succulent **** fire hot as she dips in my hips
molding my body into her own creation
turning my world inside out
loosing touch with my own reality
becoming a part of her fantasies
wanting to break free of her spell on me
sentencing me to a life of bondaged love
one drink not enough ten drinks too much
this is what happenes when you fall in love
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 some correctional facility.
Their lives were now forever changed for the worse most likely
and then on one visit it really struck me
that there but for the grace of God goes I
and I've been only lucky so far not screwing up my life,
but all luck does run out eventually,
So Don't Blow It!
Right now you have this one chance to change immediatly,..
...and so I did and for the better I believe.
Hanging at a court house was great therapy for me apparently.
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 you, sir,"
"Tell Him there's been a mistake..."
Ugh - stop drooling on my fur!
YOU'LL be burning at the stake.
I've been doing this so long,
I forgot when it began.
Sentencing the endless throng
of the very worst of man.
NEXT...!
Come on, don't hold the line,
I've got legions more to see.
Quicksand. Sharks. Nice white strychnine.
Punishment is up to me.
Used to be I really dug
civic aspects of this job,
now I just want to unplug
from this whole unholy mob.
What if men just acted right?
What if more went UP, than down?
Maybe I'd take off a night,
or perhaps go out of town...
Wait - did I just HAVE that thought??
Oh my goodness, I'm not well...
Feel my head - am I still hot?
Guess there ARE cold days in hell!
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07/29/2015
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 you, sir,
this is all one big mistake...!"
Ugh! Stop clutching at my fur!
YOU'LL be burning at the stake.
I've been doing this so long,
I forgot when it began.
Sentencing the endless throng
of the very worst of man.
NEXT...! Let's go - don't hold the line,
I've got legions more to see.
Quicksand... Sharks... Irate canine...
Punishment is up to me.
Used to be I really dug
civic aspects of this job,
now I just want to unplug
from this whole unholy mob.
What if men just acted right?
What if more went UP, than down?
Maybe I'd take off a night...
or perhaps go out of town...
WAIT. Did I just have that thought??
Oh my badness, I'm not well...
Feel my head - am I still hot?!
...Guess there ARE cold days in hell!
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 corners of illusive passage
Momentary respite
gradually gives way to silent whimpers of fear
as passengers await floor-stops
fortune
reward
love
penthouse dreams
Elevator man's eyes rise
Arcing brass arrow above
waves Wisdom's index finger
past invisible floor thirteen
allowing today's filigree of delusions to remain patient...
for the moment
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 across me
An urge to simply stroll....
My yoga teacher claimed that's good-
To soothe ones very soul.
All clothed I was when left my home
No harm I really meant,
Honestly was wearing-
Way more than just a tent.
Went six streets into town
Steady paced I was mere walking,
A little did my pants slip down and
strong feeling of a stalking.
Swear it was watching me and
Following in my journey,
I can speak, let me speak
Sit down my good attorney.
My heart was pacing, All eyes on me
The courtroom suddenly silenced,
T'is my time to speak the truth
Which isn't rocket science.....
It followed me from my house
Right to the grand saloon-
For this I was ropeable,
So yes... I mooned the moon.
Have to stamp my innocence-
As the judge adjusted his wig,
When I saw all the people-
I did hide behind a twig!
Then I was arrested and
This a silly trial
I'm a victim of abuse-
For facebook it went viral.
Am innocent I tell you
Am really not a loon,
Most certainly the culprit is-
That creepy scary moon!
"Order in the courtroom
You will be sent to a recluse,
Sentencing your crime for-
Underpants Abuse."
Now I'm locked within this room,
Where cell mates sing this tune...
"It wasn't me, It wasn't me,
I swear it was the moon".
An Unforgettable Crime, Between Sunrise and Sunset
Mankind shall never forget their choice and misdeed. Yes! He was highly displeased. An incident like none ever before. A betrayal of love and trust, that caused an eternity of fuss.
It happen in a small garden, a village called Eden, in the state of paradise. Population not many, but the animals were plenty.
A golden law was broken. The guilty parties attempted to flee, and ran through the trees. Not knowing, there was no escape from this place.
The guilty, were called and did not respond. It was as if an evil light came on. One whispered to the other “let’s lay low and maybe He’ll go”.
An alert was issued nationwide. A subpoena was served; the two knew they were jailbirds.
When asked, why were you hiding? The leader spoke and said, “I was influenced by the other party you introduced to me”. “I was misled. You should have known, it wasn’t a good match. I don’t want to leave this home”.
The voice said to them, “a forbidden law was broken”. A one man jury and judge were appointed. The jury deliberated on the spot and justice was hot.
They were told, “Go on your way”.
The world will never forget this day. What was perfect became imperfect. Now you know. “A simple bite of life can forever change you and your wife”.
The sentencing was fair. Both were told to leave. As they departed, I heard one say “Come On Eve”.
Dr. “G”
(Before Sentencing.)
They called him ‘Poor Boy’
a victim of life’s promise...
a voice without love
neither percipient of
nor an indulgence in it.
© Harry J Horsman 2010
Extraordinarily
sterling law pedigree
Jackson, Ketanji Brown's
confirmation went down:
no ugly fight.
Ology, Elegy
What's this fresh hell I see?
Lenient sentencing,
can't define womanhood,
natural rights.
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Name ordered based on meter only: dactyl, dactyl
As an answer to a written question, Jackson wrote, "I do not hold a position on whether individuals possess natural rights." In a country where our Declaration of Independence reads, "“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed, by their Creator, with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness," that answer alone should have been grounds for disqualification, but SCOTUS has become entirely political.
Further, she would not provide a definition for a woman, indicating that "she was not a biologist."
I have no issue with her race or her sex. We have a black man and several woman justices. No issues there whatsoever!!! Not supporting a common understanding of natural rights is disqualifying, IMHO, but congrats to her, she's confirmed. Elections have consequences.
Just calling 'em like I see 'em...