To suffer the insults of fools is a worthless thing.
Dismiss, and disregard, unthinking, tactless fellows,
who've nothing else to do (like court jesters of a king)
than peevishly chide, rail, protest in foolish bellows!
'Tis better to give praise, tribute, and to confer fame.
Or, when laurels are scarce, offer instead your support:
sweet words incline the heart, indictments just inflame;
for good-for-nothings just blitz you as a first resort.
Categories:
indictments, abuse, evil, hate, jealousy,
Form: Alexandrine
You can lie in Wyoming,
they don’t care in Arizona,
you can mislead them in Mississippi
but don’t mess with Georgia.
You thought us “hicks from the sticks”
but we were wise to your tricks,
we just recorded your words,
now you’ll get what you deserve.
Your threats and fraudulent incitements,
have earned you several indictments.
You came down with your whole freak show,
so they charged you under RICO.
Come back to Georgia, Mr. Trump,
it turns out you were the chump.
Because we’ve got lots of new prisons
and DAs with surly dispositions.
In Georgia we don’t mind high flyers
but man, we hate traitors and seditious liars.
While many, it seems, fell for your blusterous aura,
you screwed yourself good by messing with Georgia.
Categories:
indictments, celebrity, corruption, courage, crazy,
Form: Rhyme
Keep the Lid On
There is no reason to throw away years of progress for a momentary,
fit of anger,
you will not obtain a profit from rioting in the street,
Do not play into the hands who would like to turn the situation,
to their means,
and roll good laws retrograde.
Keep the lid on for your own good as well,
I have no snake oil to sell,
acting in your own interest keeps your freedom free.
So far you have shown great restraint,
that's more than I can say for the Memphis police,
indictments have been made the guilty will pay.
a time for calm and reason © 10 mins ago, Terence Cummings Smith justice
Categories:
indictments, america,
Form: Blank verse
Cry for Justice
Once again the cry for justice rings out,
another young man of colour cut down,
in his vital prime.
quick indictments this time.
This should not occur,
I strongly concur,
at least the wheels of justice quickly turn,
there is no need for the city to burn,
Categories:
indictments, america, discrimination, judgement,
Form: Rhyme
Black Magic Potions
Across vacancy memories invoke forgotten years
Exodus from antipathy inscrutably liberates fears
Intransience spiritually battles amoral challenges
Crucially revitalized measures presaging changes
Deceptions obscure lies within fraudulent sleeves
Bringing adversaries down indictments aggrieves
Justifications echoing beyond overpowering roars
Unlike forsaken vessels reality lands upon shores
Probing mortal frailties evading blind perceptions
Enlightenment transcend old black magic potions
Delusion transmogrified into vanishing blemishes
Swept along eroding waves of abandoned wishes
09/11/2013
Aboard cruise liner:
Splendour of the Seas
Categories:
indictments, allegory,
Form: Rhyme
Insurrection hearings are here
Over 20 million viewers
Hoping indictments will appear
For all of the evil-doers.
Government coup
What can we do?
Waiting for action for a year
Riots, liars, MAGA spewers.
Give them their due, and shed not a tear;
Prosecute all the wrongdoers.
Jail him post-haste
Trump, piece of waste.
Jun 13, 2022
Posie Poetry Contest, sponsored by Emilie Pinet
Categories:
indictments, america,
Form: Rhyme
So, I’m a Nazi poet because I promote wearing a mask,
Why do people write such ridiculous indictments, I ask?
‘Tis no problem if you believe differently than I do, friend,
But how many of the unvaxxed have come to a bad end?
How many hospital beds are taken up by those who won’t listen,
While people with serious conditions cannot gain admission?
Doing all that we can to stop the spread of this deadly curse
Seems sensible to me, more so than penning insensitive verse,
Accusing those of us who care and calling us hateful names,
A world-wide pandemic is no time for playing silly games.
written January 20, 2022
Categories:
indictments, how i feel, perspective,
Form: Couplet
Mongrel Dreams
by Michael R. Burch
for Thomas Raine Crowe
...These nights bring dreams of Cherokee shamans
whose names are bright verbs and impacted dark nouns,
whose memories are indictments of my pallid flesh...
and I hear, as from a great distance,
the cries tortured from their guileless lips, proclaiming
the nature of my mutation.
NOTE: My "mutation" is that my family appears to contain English, Scottish, German and Cherokee blood, meaning that my ancestors were probably at war with each other. Did my English ancestors force my Cherokee ancestors to walk the Trail of Tears? Keywords/Tags: Cherokee, Native American, America, Racism, Discrimination, Blood, Shame, Shaman, Shamans, Flesh, Genes, DNA, Genesis, Mute, Mutation, Night, Dream, Dreams, Vision, Visions, Vision Quest, Visionary
Categories:
indictments, america, discrimination, dream, native
Form: Free verse
I'm on the path to a massive collapse like the NASDAQ
I never asked for your lack of compassion so you can have it back
and love is just a mask that we wear when we act tragedies
just as fast as it happens you're snapped back to reality
trapped by your past as you battle morality
it was bad while it lasted
always in the aftermath of disaster
like back when I smashed the gas and crashed through that house with the hatchback
and after that, if only to add to the excitement
I was snatched by a task force and slapped with a stack of indictments
I've basked in my doubts and the shadows it casts
on the reality of happily ever after,
if or when exactly it's supposed to happen
and after I've passed into ashes, my name scratched in epitaph
if, in fact, there's an afterlife- will it have me?
if this all an elaborate test did I pass, though I acted badly?
Categories:
indictments, angst, conflict, death, psychological,
Form: Alliteration
When I dare return to the pages of my past
Turning each one with embarrassment and shame
With regret, remorse and self incrimination
I finally come to you
Like purifying balms you came to me
Luring me gently with a smile and touch
To be the best I could lest you be disappointed
To create another page of my indictments
You taught me of the simplicity of life
“What do you want to do today?”
“I want to be happy”
And you reduced life itself to its foundation
“It’s something to do”
You taught me about priorities and philosophy
“Worry . . . . if that’s really what you want to do
Or we can go to the lake and count the swans”
And like all things, the problems disappeared
The challenges, goals and ambitions melted into folly
And the reasons for all things homogenized into us
And the enchantment of coffee-flavored kisses
On a bright and promising morning
Became our religion, hope, destiny and dream
And it was beautiful then . . . . in a two room flat
In the Alps of a city where love once lived
Categories:
indictments, love, me, me,
Form: Free verse