Best Verdict Poems
Copyright © 2013
07/17/2013
Skittles and a soda
against a gun in its holster?
One day that scream
will be known as a teen
not a heinous lying Fein
What a sinister ploy and twist
with a loaded gun and no fist?
Had everyone sitting and waiting
doomed by a verdict just delaying
Was this just an optical illusion
or, a devious planned conclusion?
Now, this generation too afraid
wearing hoodies will get you dead
But, the Klan was still glad
hoodies they've always had
A verdict they too saw,
ushering in martial law
by: LP
edited: 7/30/13
You have a choice of an opinion as do I
wisely taken one would rather be a child than a fool
lowering the bar with sub standards
This name calling is the challenging as if to alter my mind set
casting truth to one side to justify an argument lets spin
in calling me ignorant my ignorance will be your wisdom
In the future facts lets explain they are just an opinion to you
thank God I can see past fiction based brainwashing
that cannot see casualties as victims of this sin being promoted
prophet before profit if one remembers correctly worded to suit
where you have made a mockery of my intelligence
Not feeling guilty,
but with attitudes of a king
Not feeling guilty,
but thinking he's a golden ring
Not feeling guilty,
I see his tail
Not feeling guilty,
he deserves jail.
Form:
Troubled Times of Turmoil
Coming back around again
Curses; always foiled!
My agonized and worried Brain!
Like an Army of Needles-
Poking; prodding!
As Agents of Evil,
Laughing; applauding!
Stabbing every inch of me-
Tear my flesh; scar my Soul
Cannot run; cannot flee!
Leave me raw; leave me exposed!
Find me G-U-I-L-T-Y
Mind is F-I-L-T-H-Y
Kill me Q-U-I-C-K-L-Y
*Another old experimental piece I found
There was a kingdom,
The people wise,
They told the king,
Enough twice!
Let Fate Render A Verdict So Fair
Let God judge such past wicked ways
cast stale food from dirty trays
So much molded bread happily ate
a leper in a rich famishing fate
Let this Soul eat out of its heart
pray love and spirit never part
To many deeds born of living hell
some so bad one shall never tell
Let this Life venture a fine course
consider deep regrets and source
To little care embraced in youth
memories steeped in wishful truth
Let Fate render a verdict so fair
Pray love gifts a verdict to share
Robert J. Lindley, 08-13-2014
Gilded pols with verbal jousts disarm
With statistical ballasts constituents charm
On opponents deceptive feints, sound the alarm
Scout for votes in city, dale, and farm
Broker deals that bolster their position
Deceptive adds initiate their political inquisition
Bribe voters of every walk and station
Recount votes with cunning derision
Conveniently forget every token promise
Accept all gratuities without malice
With honey and wine, fill every lobbyist chalice
Satiate ego with fatuous, frivolous dalliance
Bright
sunlit
angels call
forth in a dream
there is no escape from the light of God
He paints dreams on his canvas of verdict
never once flawed
or disturbed
into
Dark
they fall into my lap, unresistant.
chocolate, the size of a silver dollar.
sensation of mint betwixt my fingers.
I bite into each one, its cool breath
second to none. Godiva
ceased production of these tongue trinkets.
love pales with petals and Russell Stover…
my husband and I hold hands,
press our temples together and sigh
with the sprightly rush of memory.
Mrs. Field’s fresh Cookies a close second
especially tasty at Fisherman’s Wharf.
still I gladly accept tulips in a väse,
its life-giving water, and caramel dreams.
my heartthrob beams awaiting the verdict —
it’s Valentine’s Day. he’s pretty sure I am his.
holding daisy by the stem —
she loves me, she loves me not
just to be sure, he’s counted each petal beforehand.
eleven flowers on the floor — for pity sake.
1/31/2021
After the closing arguments I'm still hearing arguments
everybody got an opinion on my legal decision, but if you wasn't
in my shoes what gives you the right to tell me what I should do,
it's true I didn't really love her as Christ loved the church so I
guess I bent the rules and I guess that's a sin and I'll take that,
but there's stuff that she did that you can't take back, and I forgave
that but I'll never forget, it's crazy how all these chicks is now
coming to her defense and I won't name names, but how can
you defend her actions she did her dirt I left she's now an ex
wife Yeah that's past tensed, plus she's a deadbeat three years
and counting and this the one y'all defending, bring in the
accounting any other country she would've got a death sentence,
but let make me this clear I ain't taking shots at her, I just know
she torched her bridges and I reached my tether, we are not the same
no matter how many times she told me she changed who looks
back anyway when you moving forward in your lane, so
nevermind the pain I'm over it question is can y'all get over this
is their a hurdle or something, enough is enough what I produce
is production, I was pursuing love she wanted that sexual
eruption, so everyone that's jumping on her band wagon I'm
sure y'all think she deserves it, but I'm done point blank period
and this here is the verdict.
The police are suppose to protect and serve-
not to seek and destroy but then-
if Darren Wilson is not indicted for murder-
cops will keep killing black men-
what are mike browns parent going thru-
he will never see the sun rise again-
can you even imagine whats happening-
can you picture the familys that are destroyed-
i know that there hearts weigh heavy-
Darren Wilson just killed there baby boy-
make sure and take this poem to heart-
because justice will prevail-
Darren Wilson if you ever read this poem-
just remember your going to hell...
now that's the verdict guilty...
I stood before the judge
who was now wearing a black cloth on top of his head
He asked the jury for their decision
The foreman stood up and uttered…
"Guilty of first-degree murder"
The judge looked me directly in the eye and said,
"Last time we met I told you to bury the hatchet"
"I did your honour…
but you didn’t say it wasn’t to be in her head!"
07-02-17
In the court room there's
one stenographer
six men
six women must be the jury
one judge
one verdict
audience the assembled spectators or listeners at a public event
one court room filled with 107 persons
two lawyers, six witnesses
six men
six women must be the jury
one judge
one verdict
guilty
7/23/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
The time bomb,
Has a lens cap,
Fingers gripping the other end,
Focused in on the verdict,
Scoping out the pinpoint,
The fast pace has the iris zoned,
The hours add on,
Distant but closely watched,
The figure becomes slower,
Grazing the seconds to linger,
Hearing my breath,
Taking my olive eyes away,
As I sink down in the chair,
The agony kills,
With dark red,
An observation,
Frozen in my footsteps,
Do I walk away?
Or become the victim.
Even though you had some reasons
to see who checked your backs
Stone-
Against God executed orders
Stone-
Why didn't you hold Lot's hand?
Stone-
Why didn't you throw your sandal-
Whose wrap you trie to tie?
stone-
And hung on Lot's shoulders?
Imagine-
Staring at Your husband's neck
The neck-
Which you've touched all along
Imagine-
Romancing before a blaze!
Rock-
God's mind never changes
Stone-
Your bundle, distance the Torpor
Setting the bundle down and curiosity
All-
Lame excuses before nervous Conditions
Stone-
Serpents spiders field mice baby vultures
That-
Chose your lot as the champions
Stone-
Creeping and hoping the evil black
No evil no good but the devil's ark
Stone-
Lot there to share your thoughts
But-
You stopped keeping your mother-
Inside the heart-Two daughters
Stone-
Involuntary turn with reasons-
Argument on behalf of mothers-
No-
Present our sober seasons
Stone-
There was no rock you're one
For the-
Hard to listen difficult to honour
The Rock-
No excuse you chose the City-
You fell inspecting the sour
A hillock-
No, no. You remained in pity,
Seeing your own damages
Stone-
With your eyes wide open-
To receive the backup darkness
No struggle God feted silence
Stone-
That you turned around and around
No-
For God's wrath a perfect lot-
No man struggled against
Even your Lot.
You never danced ewe no see
Stone-
You expressed depress for-
The motherless generations.