Best Solicitor Poems
I'd married at 21 and moved overseas with my husband's work, so it had been many years since I had visited my gran at Rose Cottage. I was taken by surprise when I received a letter from her solicitor informing me of my inheritance. Her cottage had been vacated when she went into a care home, and sadly she passed away a few years later. Gran had been widowed at an early age so I’d never met grandpa. I was her only grandchild and had such fond memories of spending summer holidays with her.
ripe red strawberries
boiling in the copper pan
I label jam jars
When I pulled into the driveway I was shocked to see how dilapidated the cottage was. Green shutters were hanging off their hinges and paint was peeling from the window frames. I recalled the perfectly manicured lawns and cottage garden flowers which were gran’s pride and joy, now a forest of dandelions sprouted from the lawn and brambles snaked their way through the honeysuckle arch way. I picked my way through the vegetation which was covering the moss covered path and turned the key in the lock; the heavy oak door creaked like my arthritic joints. Gran’s cosy cottage had always been spick and span, but now every surface was covered with a layer of thick grey dust and lacy cobwebs hung from the black beams on all the ceilings. As I wandered through the empty rooms my footsteps echoed on the old pine floorboards which were littered with strips of wallpaper falling from the damp walls. My heart sank when I saw how much work was needed to restore and modernise the old stone cottage, but with time and effort and help from my family I’m determined to bring it back to its former glory
neglected cottage
in need of renovation
rambling roses bloom
Fiction poem for Thesaurus - Abandon or Abandoned Poetry Contest
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POEM AWARDED POEM OF THE DAY
06/14/20
The hourglass sat on the mantelpiece,
Over a dead fireplace.
Its sand had long settled
In the lower globe of the glass.
The miser and the fire were both dead,
The wake followed suit.
No one was invited, no eatables or drinks.
A dreary affair.
Yet so final,
Like the hourglass.
It's inertia spelled his death.
The unpaid solicitor finished his stock taking
But kept the hourglass for himself.
Limerick : Once a pregnant Teen saw a Barrister
Once a pregnant Teen saw a Barrister
Thought she recognised the future Father
So she set him a trap
He rushed into her lap
Now she’s stuck with Twins, says Solicitor.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Give me wings ,I want to fly!
Want to live, before I die.
The vast green field summons me,
My soul wants to fly, there I want to be.
These mundane clutches are dragging me down
And the free spirit gives it a frown.
The lush green fields drive me crazy
Oh God! I’m so busy.
My soul leaps to the childhood memories,
I really repent to be grown up, losing those treasuries.
Early morning bruised knees, in the cycle ride,
Were the hard earned scars of pride.
Gully cricket matches, every kid a born cricketer,
Broken walls were witness of the meaningless chatter.
Scorching sun of Indian summers, seemed cooler
Each friend were each one’s solicitor.
I wish we had an option of ‘retreat’
Re-visiting the childhood would have been the greatest feast.
When the bleeding wound was the greatest injury,
Now millions of bank balance, still the heart is in penury!
Hiding a broken glass from Maa was the greatest secret,
Losing that innocence is the life’s greatest regret.
Lush green fields of the childhood days,
When mystery was the refraction of the sun rays!
Give me the wings to fly,
Because, once more I want to live, before, I die.
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I hate the fact I was so tied up in marriage and neglected youin the past
I love the fact that you are a one and only sister
I hate the fact that you had no other sister
But I love the fact that you kept the family together
I hate the fact that you are burdened by my burdens
I love the fact that you see through life for me when I can't
I hate the fact that you are not respected by your Brothers'
But I love the fact that they know they are wrong not to
I hate the fact that you cannot have instant results on legalities
I love the fact that you are now a solicitor of note
I hate those letters coming to your door to detract from the day's purpose
But I love the fact that you now resolve to deal with them head on
I hate the fact that you are good with the public as I am not
I love the fact that you like the craic with all those you know
I hate the fact we live so far apart
But I love the fact you have given my future a new start
I hate the fact that God gave you and the family a twin a priest
I love the fact that I am re discovering my new brother your husband
I hate the fact we you may never engineer our family back together
But I love the fact that God made sure I had such a wonderful wonderful sister
My favourite steno, Sibyl
(No one else can read her scribble)
Has declined to wed
Our Legal Team Head
Solicitor Wilt N. Dribble
Burn the bodies, Lady Vengeance's sweet Solicitor,
Shadows chase away laughter and days bleed into night.
Rise, Rise again, blood of the undead traitor.
The towers are unforgiving, they are bitter,
Grey skies that hovers above all they bear witness with startling sight.
Burn the bodies, Lady Vengeance's sweet Solicitor,
Fate and fantasies grapple as one who might emerge victor?
The prisoner begs in vain and broken for release into the world of light,
Rise, Rise again, blood of the undead traitor.
Kings and queens lived and died as mortals, the kingdom's greatest dictators,
Those who reasoned with the Devil,should have known what is better and right.
Burn the bodies, Lady Vengeance's sweet Solicitor.
Hollow guests of the darkened chambers moan as one and me, the narrator-
I am deeply transformed, because the stories they tell, hooks to my mind. Fight
To rise, rise again, blood of the undead traitor.
But a man can only kneel before greatness and submit himself to the creator.
And when I turn my head, only to see the Thames trailing softly by, washed by midnight-
Burn the bodies, Lady Vengeance's sweet Solicitor.
Rise, Rise again, blood of the undead traitor.
sat looking stunned
his world crumbled around him,
reflecting in his eyes.
from this moment
he was .....
alone.
playing on the radio
new release. ... "feelings"
the haunting tune
ensnared by his thoughts,
why...is this happening
what...is the answer
shrugging his shoulders,
told his solicitor.
"I want custody of my son"
this transpired
together ...they built a new life
together ...they survived
Dated: 22 April 2016
Listened to Feelings by Andy Williams.
Cover to cover
rosy cheeks looked at him from the Corner of her
eyes, beckOning him oVer to her solicitation of lovE
and sexual desire. She kept winking those big eyes,
determined to Reel him like an easy fish, baiTing him
in with her youth and beauty, a race course Of curves,
no man would not want to speed his Car in. Her track
gorgeous. Her Oval better. A haven to challenge quest,
beVy of love and thE climax of adrenaline. She kept
ogling, her hands inching her skirt up her thighs. He
opened up to her finally. She caught heR mark. A
kitten, walking towards her seeking warmth and love.
connie pachecho
1/13/17
notes-acoustic reading book; message cover to cover-solicitor read her mark like a book, cover to cover, under the guise thereof
Note: 99% of my poems are fiction. Occasional some are not. This is one of them. Corruption is everywhere.
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Of all the lovely birds of the air,
The vulture is the one I hate most.
But why? Isn’t such a bird God’s creation too?
I suppose it’s the ugliness of its appearance,
Its bare throat devoid of feathers,
Its scavenging on dead animals,
Bald, ugly, squabbling and filthy.
I simply cannot stand it.
There are others like it, alas.
The human vultures that roam
In search of easy gain.
My wife had not been dead three hours,
When I returned home feeling awful.
There attached to the door of my home
Was a card, giving me condolences
And informing they were expert undertakers.
Did I not need an expert to bury my wife?
How they got to know so fast I do not know.
But I am head strong in these affairs.
I chose another agency, one I could trust.
A few days passed and a kindly soul
Phoned me up. I am a solicitor, he said.
So what! You’ll need the services of one.
Thanks, my friend, I have my own.
Again the telephone rang and a comely voice
Offered my condolences and wished
To make an appointment with me,
So that we could sell my home.
Incredible, I thought. My home is not empty.
My wife still roams about bringing me
Memories I am loathe to forget.
Politely I sent the lady to where she belonged.
My home was not for sale.
Will I receive more offers?
Who knows? I’m beginning to love
The flying vultures more.
EULOGY TO GOD
The immortal Yahwah
The king of israel
The lamb of God
Ever living son of God
You are the first born of the dead
The bread of life
My solicitor in the law court
The good shapherd
King of glory
The spirit giver
The triumphnat king
The resurrection power
The prince of life
Who is the corner stone of the world.
The rod of moses
The almighty God
The rock of our salvation
You are the air that we breathe
Our helper in times of trouble
Restorer of all condition
The all powerful God
The consuming fire
The cloud behind his people
The am that I am
The shaking earthquake
The light of the world
The bright and morning star
The water of eternal life
The messiah and merciful God
The mediator, cousellor and supporter of the weak
The reflection of God's glory.
The lion of the tribe of judah.
The alpha and the Omega
The author and finishers of our faith
The wonderful counsellor
The prince of peace
The coming and ancient days
The root of David son of jesse,
The invisible God, unquestionable is your name
The immortal Yahwah, the lord of host.
I went to church for yet another day
Lit another candle and started to pray
Thirteen years ago she passed away
Our Twentieth anniversary would have been today
I walked back home amongst falling leaves
I should have worn a shirt with longer sleeves
I poured a fresh cup of some hot green tea
Her empty kitchen chair just staring at me
Brought out of my trance by the ringing bell
Who it would be, I couldn’t tell
Probably a solicitor with something to sell
I jumped up thinking, what the hell
She stared at me with a knowing smile
The awkward silence lasting quite a while
Something was familiar about her style
My memory bank shifting through long closed files
“Hello Joe, it’s been a long time
What the years have done to me is an awful crime
I looked you up, I hope you don’t mind
You are not really an easy man to find”
She came in and we caught up on our past
We were high school sweethearts when I saw her last
We went to college down different paths
Too many years ago for me to do the math
It’s hard to start a fire in a worn out heart
The grieving widower is my long played part
She was very patient right from the start
Feelings of grief don’t soon depart
I hope, my love, that you understand
For always and forever I will be your man
But the time has come for me to love again
And I am learning how with a new, old friend
And now she comes to church along with me
Helps me up and down on bended knee
As I still light a candle in memory
With a new light lit inside of me
I was so young and i mowed the lawn,
Whoever thought it was us that id grow to mourn,
We hit it off well and truely too quick,
You became pregnant, a son i would pick,
We broke up when he was 6 months, you said it was time,
You moved in with your parents, and i stayed at mine,
Our dogs were so big but they just got the scraps,
And skinnier and skinnier till they almost died in my lap
It broke my heart and it was so hard to deal with,
But our love was not real it was all just a myth
We were engaged and so happy back then,
you told me you werent coming back till god only knows when
Two and a half months have passed since you moved back home,
And im waiting and waiting just like a garden gnome
I was finished and i knew that it was all done,
So now it is your turn to go and have fun,
We screw and we screw but dont tell your folks,
I know you dont care so you ask for more pokes,
Your parents got into your ear and caused you to be miserable,
Our relationship will not rekindle there is no more sizzle,
So more and more garbage you will get fed,
Now you wont let me see my boy, i was misled,
It hurts me so much but you just dont care,
So long as the child support gives you something nicer to wear,
We book in for mediation, it was over at sunshine,
And you lie about everything as if i had done time,
You are being unreasonable you are not just,
So they say to do leagally assisted you know its a must,
We book in and it wont be for several months now,
But you cancel 2 weeks before your a damn evil cow
So i go out to Abbotsford to get four new piercings,
But when i come back no son or any listenings,
Im unreliable for my son this is what you say,
Now i cant even see him no time of the day,
I want a dna test to make sure you were true,
But then you get angry and dribble some poo,
When i speak to some solicitor to get this fixed
He says no worries throw 6 grand in the mix
Since ive seen my boy its been over a year and half
The time the moments ive missed out on god i hate this path
For the pain she has caused, i should have worn a rubber,
It really was that simple not to make this thing a mother
I am on the phone with Mrs. Kravitz.
You remember her.
Samantha's snoopy neighbor on the TV Show Bewitched.
Oh, you weren't alive in the sixties?
Follow along.
Here is her dialogue.
What is going on?
No telling what this is about.
It is a door to door solicitor, she tells me.
I take care of the neighbors.
He had better not be going over there!
Her elderly neighbor pays her in Valium if she shoos the salesmen away.
I hear her door open.
Slow down Mass Whole!
I’m calling the cops on that one, she tells me.
This is two seconds after telling me she had threatened yet another doctor.
I’ll have his license! She told me. I reported him to the medical board.
It is a wonder she has not been hunted down yet.
Justification wept
Why are you pale O brother rule?
Did you meet some unruly cause?
Seems tired and crest fallen today
Or you blamed innocent so that far!
I know, I know short of some thing
Certainly happened deficit in your try
Your mind said different than written
But you needed to rule different
A cause of genuine was walking laming
hopping having support of stick
Walkers on the street didn't care him
He was dressed up poorly untidy
Why are you only in paper O brother?
Justification cleared throat with hoarse
Sound submerged not coming out
From the mouth but let out cough
Solicitor turned page and clause sub clause
To satisfy his client defeated
Remembering his loss of property
Thin claimant teared eye whispered- O God.
Justification thought to suggest to act and law
Of previous and will be of present,then
Future didn't care stepped his way
I do not know even the angel wept .