Judge Poems - Poems about Judge

What if you are an emerald empath With the ability to feel cries or laughs That are like energy with a spiritual path That give insight unique to mental maths You may be of one fuchsia faith or maybe not But the soul is being bathed by another heart A two spirited person not evil nor innocent Feelings like a...

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Moth-eaten hag was a big battle-ax biddy A hackneyed hag who wandered New York City Grandam of the alley, a smelly aged fish wife Aren’t you glad you did not have her kind of life? Don’t be so hasty to judge, said my friend. She had cats and companions to the very end. The homeless took care of her, they loved...

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It's so disappointingly beautiful when you are judged by someone who feels like a judge so precise, infallible and supreme ! As if all the thoughts of the judged are pure waste and the thoughts of the person who dons the role of the judge are the most tasteful sugar and cream ! (02.04.2025)...

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A respected judge, merciful and fair practiced a public perversion everywhere – we won’t say what – except he was caught “with his robe up” and no underwear....

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Why the judge blew his own brains out because he refused to go through on ciro Gargano corruption packet abuse of power gross negligence excessive bullying and organized crime the judge sat under a tree put a shotgun in his mouth and bam he decided to blow his own brains out there you have it...

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The reality of life is people will always judge you. Be aware, but don’t live in fear. You must love yourself and know who you are. That is the spark that ignite one’s eternal flame for all to see, that can’t be put out! Unless you blow it out! Ignite your spark that is the...

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Dear Reader, How does one pen the unspeakable? To endure injustice not once, but repeatedly—like a cruel wind that circles back to shred what little is left of a tattered soul. The echoes of a manipulated trial, the mockery of fairness, reverberate through me like a wound that refuses to heal. Nightmares are my inheritance; they come cloaked in...

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I forgive if I can I apologize if I am wrong Sometimes, I get angry But don't carry hatred Maybe I have grudge But fade afterward Revenge is not mine I let time do the favor....

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It's when people/ Treat you like garbage/ That makes you/ Want to hide/ Under the table/ They are quick/ To judge everyone/ Without getting/ To know the real you/ People don't know me/ I'm not a bad guy/ Yet, they judge me/ Treat me like garbage/ Treat me with respect/ Because, I am not garbage/ I am a man of wisdom/ I've seen it all/ Take those masks off/ Be the real you/ Show...

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They see me, but not really. A glance. A smirk. A whisper— "Look at her." And that’s all it takes. It doesn’t matter if it’s true. Truth isn’t the point. The point is sharp, and it’s aimed at me. She’s too this. She’s too...

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Don't judge me but – Is that girl over there expecting? Or should I be inspecting my own projected fears, cradled by society's repetitive scrutiny of the female form?...

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You can ask yourself what exactly is the judge thinking about when he decides to sit on a bank blow his on brains out I wonder calmly is he thinking about his funeral the flowers I mean how many flowers for a judge is he thinking about the last brown eyes he seen at the...

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Banker was known as a righteous man First at the bank and last to go home Many trusted his lucrative plans Emptied the vault and left to parts unknown O, you impeccable liar Null and void of honesty Full of evil and dark desire And malignant depravity Man in church spoke of marital tie Respected by all the brotherhood Asked his wife to stand ...

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Somehow it seems the poems do not pass muster The words a swirling dance that will not cluster They deem themselves alone to be the fulcrum That lets the lever lift them from the hum-drum And midst the overflowing verse – coerce The pen to change its ever-destined course And drop a not so nearly rhyming line Though Shakespeare dropped one in...

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If you Google ‘a convicted felon’ You’ll find the name of a person Who’s rich, popular and flamboyant You’ll see his original mug shot Ladies and gentlemen, believe it or not As we speak, this felon is dying to be president Again, again, in order to avoid jail time As we know, if one is convicted of a serious crime One must obviously...

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