The wild predator and the mild easy prey in fact,
Make a weird, uneasy complement of a wild act:
Only for hunger,wrath, sport, or pride in the main;
For food, power, possession or vanity is it slain ;
Yet the rage and chase yond the bound is thrust,
Where no true reason nor use seems fair and just
While one kills the other to live and breed it strain
Need finds no seizing urge to wipe out in disdain
Quests, expedition, and crusade with tall a claim
Haven't left behind a great,noble and ideal name
Death is the be all and end all of every existence
And in the cycle,to dust returns the subsistence !
I wish not to see another sunrise.
I wish not to wake another day.
I don’t want to trudge to another class or
drive down another highway or
let my tone deaf voice breach my lips again.
I want to snuff out my flame.
It’s not that there’s no beauty in this world;
every morning, another bird flies for the first time.
Creation is forever constant
and laughter leaves the world ringing
day in
and day out.
I adore that.
I, Frankenstein’s monster,
of wickedness and of sin,
cast a shadow with every step I take.
Every breath I breathe pollutes the air,
crisp from the autumn days
but dead like fallen leaves once we cross paths.
I’m a blackbody that keeps on growing,
and my Hawking radiation burns all to ash and embers.
My self-implosion is a fate that’s fair and just;
the only Good choice is to collapse entirely.
You proud, Plato?
Injustice, corrupted, barbaric laws
Created and put into place for coloured men
A policy that is crocked and bent from ancient times
Policies and Procedures in place to justify the wrongdoings of privileged men
Another form of captivity to eradicate and eliminate a human race
There’s no such justice for coloured men
Laws were created only for the privileged men
Their actions no matter how barbaric or cruel there are,
Are justified by ancient and new-age laws
There is no justice for the coloured man
Every law was written to aid, justify and support privileged men
Thank the Creator for Heavenly laws that outweigh all Earthly laws
Rules and regulations designed and put into place
For all earthly gods to abide by and follow
If Yah says, Yes no man can say, No
For his report and word accomplishes what it’s meant to do
Earthly laws were not created for the coloured man
But were put into place to justify and aid privileged men
The only justice that aids and supports
A coloured race is Godly laws that are fair and just
Thank you, Father, for interceding for all coloured people
In these violent and horrific times.
Of when I play a game,
That most are prone to play,
We, players have the same,
Intent to win the day.
Sometimes the game is fun,
The rules are fair and just,
We win the game as one,
And feel a sense of trust.
But then we have those days,
The game will take it’s toll,
To filter through the haze,
That lurks within our soul.
Some quit upon the learn,
Of how the game is played,
But whom of us will earn,
Of those of us who stayed?
The time that I begin,
I try to see it through,
And find a way to win,
Whatever I can do.
To strive without a care,
And use whatever tools,
Though maybe not as fair,
But still within the rules.
Don’t like the things you see?
Go toss away your blame.
Don’t go on hating me,
For I just play the game.
The Judge
Accused and accuser, a battle for life,
Abused and abuser, a husband and wife,
Thieves and robbers, the unjust takers,
Pushers, druggies, and even drug makers,
Quickly I decide the fates of these,
The server of justice, respect me please,
I try my best to serve with skill,
To protect the public from those that kill,
Justice is not so cut and dried,
Letter of law before each case tried,
Some guilty go free in this court of mine,
Others are released with only a fine,
Stacks of papers, stories to tell,
Left to me to judge them well,
Pros and cons, wrongs and rights,
As I listen to lawyers’ fights,
Restitution for damages, punishment for crime,
Fault being corrected by the serving of time,
Hours to contemplate how life went astray,
Freedom restricted and fines to pay,
Equality in justice, fairness to all,
Innocent till guilty, no time to stall,
How can we be sure that I’m fair and just?
There’s only one way, In God We Tru$t.
Thaddeus Tietsort
1998
fully cognizant
of what is fair and just;
doing exactly that without fear,
or while incurring the slings and arrows
of fierce opposition.
that's what "moxie" looks like!
Bite Size Poem No.42 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
Date written: 04-09-2022
Live and let live without prejudice
I believing in basic freedoms for all,
Being fair and just, principled
Equality being a God-given right,
Regardless of race, creed, or nationality
Always following the Golden Rule,
Loving always overcomes hating.
Written March 20, 2022
Our God is bountiful because
He is fair and just forgiving all of us
Weak we have become with our lusts
We believe if we ask we shall receive
But what is it you wish to receive
For God is spiritual not physical
He created the earth and all in it
We created all our physical dreams
If you ask for money who created it
If you ask for housing who created it
Can you take these items with you
Or do you leave with only your soul
Our God is bountiful because
He died for our souls and not mans dreams
Contest: Our Bountiful God
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Date Created: 10/26/2020
The sands of time wear away
Like the grains of gold slowly trickling down
Falling from the heavens, or so it seems
The sands of time are neither good nor evil
For they are merely fair and just
Never swaying or bending to our commands
The sands of time continue to trickle, one by one
Like how our days on this earth are numbered
And soon the time will come,
That the sands of time will finally cease to fall
And all that is left is
The pile of golden grains, the remnants of
Our memories.
Our mistakes.
Our love.
There she goes into the moon dust
Walking in the silver lit fair and just,
Above stars were sprinkled on her hair,
Her body,clothes with perfumed jasmine air,
She carries galaxy in her eyes;
Wearing her hope like a crown and rise,
Her head filled with fantasies and dreams,
Carrying universe of light in her heart to beam;
She laughs with a singing nightingale,
Spreading sweetness above the heaven's dale,
Her smile puts shame to the pale shining moon
Even that the sun sinks before noon
Now! The universe is raven black,
But she paints the skyline hueful lilac
How beautiful is your heart of gold!
That heals and scars soon enfold,
Oh! How mighty is your soul?
That touches all hearts without control,
Her beauty cannot be deform by any storms ,
Her wing will reform and fly in the prodigious swarms.
Seeds of hope that's planted deep
Deep beneath the illusion of shade
A shade of light, a spark of joy
Just an illusion that turns to grey
Been waiting too long, hope is owned
Owned by the stars and bright big moon
Moon in the day, an illusion we see
It will be the same again for might it be
The fruit swells as the deeds of it
Deeds that were good but weak
Weak was the soul and strong was the gloom
Gloomy day and the sun it was all doomed
Own was the enemy, others were kind
Kind to the sparkling joyous soul
Soul hath be kind, it was all need
In reality it was just an illusion of greed
I've got no hate or grudge against 'em
Just the soul now wants to stay away
For I was just a child in need of help
Got bitter words when needed light and rays
Doom in the day some spark at night
That's all I've got to see if I'm right
Night and day it feels the same indeed
For I was once a soul with happiness in need
Though the gloom takes over today
There'll be a day I'll loose that within
Within the boundaries that's fair and just
To this soul once and for all
Oh Freedom!
your name resonates
across the land and seas
like the sound of a thousand bell
pealing from a distant hill
your echoes reverberate
like thunder crossing the skies
in cries too loud to ignore
in shouts too angry to abate
you are so love and adored
with deep devotion and pride
people venerate your name
giving their lives to honor you
Are you what you are supposed to be?
a gift from God to humanity
to use you as they will and choose
to promote and foster a common good
You give humanity a decent face
from their failing human tendencies
that is vile and ruthless and full of hate
making this world an unsafe place
Are you fair and just to everyone?
is your name attached to every man?
regardless of status race and creed
will you be honored with the same respect?
If you are only good for my speech
but have no use to my belief and faith
oh freedom I'd rather not have you in my life
if only half of my rights you meet
My freedom to free speech
is as essential as my freedom of belief
the world needs to understand
that freedom belongs to everyone
I would not put you in harm’s way
I’d never do that to you Babe
I would not set you up in anyway
Unequivocally I’m here to stay
I’d never turn on your tear ducts
I love you way, way too much
I’d never pull your heart string
Could never-ever be that mean
Don’t second guess my motive
I gave you my love
Just hold it
Don’t lose your confidence
You and I make good sense
Just like a judge sitting on the bench
Our love is fair and just
It’s simply robust
In love put your trust
HOW COME, I AM A DIRT OR
A SHOCK ABSORBER!
Never mind the insult
That, for sure I am not
Though in bad light
I’m likened to a dirt
In a kitchen sink or toilet bath
Strained as it clogs the way adrift.
But unlike in a baseball game
Instead an opponent catches a ball from strike
The runner miss the 1st base
As the referee would consider a lost time
Competition turned over and done
No more to live by and compete.
But to me its not fair and just
As it is a bewilderment
Thereby….cannot accept
As the sly is without reason taints
To down grade to the most in a street
That the slight is never than a fist fight
- below the belt.
Good when I am anatomized
Like a kidney in the body -make
A purifier in the system to filter waste
So as the blood line clear and cleanse
Leave you a day in good mode out of trouble
As that, a shock absorber , I could
possibly be!
The common vulture shows it's greedy face
and that's what our culture must soon erase.
My countrymen, I spy, with quickened pace,
the eagle gives chase, the eagle gives chase.
I don't agree with the socialist thrust
that the government's a god we should trust.
When one has clout, a master plan's a must.
What is fair and just? what is fair and just?
Our Constitution is all but ignored,
and we have all heard the highest court's word.
In the weeks past, both "birds" have underscored -
Your vote is your sword, your vote is your sword.
Wield it with care as a soldier who's deployed
to guard our great nation from being destroyed.
Join her defense, keep freedom's fire employed.
The eagle's not void, the eagle's not void.
slamming the liberal judges, expansive social welfare programs, and
the long term goal of government guaranteed universal medical care rights (that's the vulture)
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