A double murderer
Shot before a firing squad
Justice or revenge?
An eye for an eye
So, the old law book conveys
Punishment for sin
Society’s way
To rid town square of wrongs
Yet, death row awaits
The hangman stands by
The masses don’t know his name
Pulls the trap door latch
The cycle repeats
With no real decrease in crime
No one ever wins
Justice will make deals
With the guilty to win cases
Takes her blindfold off
Death for some killers
Others given terms or pleas
For the same offense
Lex talionis
The law of retaliation
Not meted out fairly
?
Little Red
had everyone convinced.
Of innocent
with the color blush
on her skin.
At cross roads
where the road ends,
there the foot prints
and paws meet.
Hanging on a branch
of a tree,
in the wind
red fabric be dancing.
Lone wolf,
meeting on lovers hill
There the wolf will howl
a lovers song to the moon.
See little Red
had everyone fools
For a shewolf
walks at night
when the moon is full.
Hardship come come
& make it tough..
Ease will then settle
& make us laugh..
This is God’s promise
& God’s promise is enough.
(Inspired by Arabic poetry)
Chokri Omri
my steps towards the back of the bus
on seat one he looked quite dopey
seat two smiled as i made my way past
on three a doctor
suit ironed to his skin
His neighbour blew his nose
beside him head against the window fast asleep
On seat six a grump refused to move his bag
the next would not meet my gaze
At the back of the bus
the pallid queen to be
grazes teeth upon the apple red
Roses
Roses
Roses
Fairly they excel with beauty
Seen from my window whence I awake
Ajar the scent whiffs in as the dawn breaks
Cool kiss upon my face
Lace expression of emotion with grace
Withered soul age has brought about
A child within lured out
A chair amongst the roses worn bare
Lingers in the garden there
Roses
Roses
Roses
Fairly they excel with beauty
A sip from my cup of tea
Under the big willow tree
Spring breeze blew its mirth of foreplay
Banners of verdant green slightly sway
Roses
Roses
Roses
Fairly they excel with beauty
Withered soul age has brought about
A child within lured out
11/18/2016
Discrimination!
The worst word ever!
Prejudice strikes bad
To thousands of race
In this wildest world.
Equality
Is what we need.
Our complexion
Doesn’t matter.
Black or white…
That is fine!
We’re equal…
In His
Fairly
Eyes.
How full is the earth’s beauty!
And how I implore the lengthening
Of just a day; that I may bask in
That days brief eruptive flowering.'
Oh how a blemish, throws my senses reeling,
As I pulsate to the Hidden altercation,
'That holds' the core of my habitations 'way'
Eternity is of how long a span?
I know not hereof! 'yet in this
World I crave that longer day.'
Long as the scent of roses reaching,
Climbing up to a too brief climax.
In this climactic world of too brief days,
How I long to know of immortal extemporal
A sign of eternal promise to existence
Once 'pon a swirling..'
Marred in the making, you clay of Creation!
How I compare of the fleeting beauties?
Held it the grasp of a miss-formed pulsating sway
Beauty exists because of imperfect
A balance of imbalance's one may say.'
So, no existence is invalid; ugly is..'
Yet I embrace it for doth not existence validate the unseemly
And does not indeed beauty court decay!
©Joe Maverick 6-12-2013
The judges took me to the side,
whispering softly “You've gotten them
all right, but you cannot win everything.
It isn't fair to the other children.”
I rolled my eyes and pulled on
my pigtails. If I had won them
all, I should get them all. Adults
are so silly in their concepts of fair.
Some are timid,
Some are meek,
Some are strong,
Some are weak,
I'm laid back,
And quiet too,
But if you attack,
Don't matter who,
I become an animal,
Like a cornered beast,
I'll fight against all odds,
Till the threat does cease
I have proved this once,
I have proved this twice,
Invade my dignity,
I am not a bit nice,
I've fought against odds,
Where others might cringe,
When I'm done and thru,
Your apt to feel a singe
I go on automatic,
My brain freezes fear out,
I'll take on any odds,
On this you should never doubt
So those who value survival,
Remember when it comes to me,
I may well seem comic and weak,
But beware that which you do not see.
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