**Therapy Session**
Some people insist that a demon exists within all of us.
A rapist is nothing more than a thief,
And it's clear that some public defenders
Don’t have more intelligence than their clients.
Remember, you are not obligated to serve as a juror in every case.
With that understanding, creating a mental trend becomes straightforward.
It's astonishing to discover a hockey player who is anything but fierce
or a police officer controlled by fear and anger.
A cook without a kitchen is ridiculous
as tango without jingo—a philosophy that leaves no gaps.
The new breakfast drink is here: iced coffee
In the morning and mocha lattes all day.
Don’t interfere with the work that empowers us each day.
I am a woman who follows the warmth,
and I refuse to believe that a tree that doesn’t blossom is a worthless creation.
Yes, you can eat tree bark while the lark builds its nest on the ground.
A philosophy without any gaps stands strong.
My poetic Poems of poetic glamour,
A healing of my soul, a journey to depths,
Food for solid substance that made me whole,
Being judged by a fellow poet.
A poet's writer awe, with rules of grammar,
A magnetic Poet, conductor, and planner.
Looks into depths and hollows of my work
And tolls the bell, as judge and juror rule
The day of the successful submission
Of my imaginative poetic creative work.
when we took a tour
each one there was a juror
were less and fewer
had been hard to beat
according to latest tweet
they will have cold feet
what you always knew
targets were of high value
destroy must do
even when afraid
budget was prepared and made
we will need their aid
valley monument
where we went to and were sent
way there need a hint
you should see each nail
like a fool would look frail
then had become pale
A non-impartial juror is as guilty as a criminal
He or she lies, he or she believes in lying
That’s absolutely illegal. I am fair and ethical
I believe in justice, the truth, not in hiding
Or diluting the truth with blessed water
I thought that our world was blessed
I thought that we could be and do better
Wow! Things are messy. This a hell of a mess
No wonder so many brothers are in jail
The prosecutors, the public defenders
And the judges will also be partners in hell
God is watching our moves and manners
God is listening to our spoken and unspoken
Words and gestures. The system is broken
It’s more obvious than ever. The Constitution
Is a piece of paper, right? I am saddened and shocked
That Favor is doing his tricks to steal the next election
Again, while the voters are typhlotic, aphasic and mocked.
Copyright © January 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Thoughts regurgitated though repugnant,
coil of self loathing tightens its noose,
venal thoughts a fragmented whisper,
to sabotage, undermine, disrupt,
one’s frail ego under siege,
wounded whisper n as barbed wire plume,
internal bleeding one must staunch,
if only gumption triumphed,
vacuous a notion one brazenly floats,
inane virus of the mordant gibe,
its origin welded to an anonymity,
so vast in its remit,
defying bold attempt at confrontation,
acid laden cut deep within,
over trivial and flimsy oversight,
imagined stain, partial blind slip,
transgression not worthy of indictment,
court proceeding deep welt juror,
nodding in consensual conspiracy,
wounded mutter, wounded sibilant sigh,
homespun crime against oneself
Proud,arrogant and full of baloney!
Oh, she charmed poets for sure.
Loved to be judge and juror.
God saw this,released His furor.
With grace,ended her poettc tenure!
3/17/2023
Eva Braun was a flexible kid,
Athletic, and puppy love loyal.
She played in the background, kept pampered and fed.
Frau Goebbels instructed her morals.
Eva Braun war ein sehr hübsches Mädchen
Who basked in the light of her Fuhrer.
She lapped up the Kool Ade and swallowed her guilt;
Never spoke to a Nuremburg juror.
Eva Braun was a practical girl
Who knew how to butter her schnitzel.
She silently offered her cyanide vows
While her bridegroom was kissing his pistol.
For one second... Say you had a family member shot and killed in the middle of 5th Avenue...... You would be devastated and rightfully hurt..... Now comes the murder trial of the man who killed your family member.... You then notice the jurors being brought in.... Smiling winking and giving a thumbs up to the murderer... Now you find out that the murderers attorney's and the murder are working together to get a not guilty plea for the murderer... What is your response?
Now replace a few words and read it again
family member - Constitution
murderer - Donald J Trump
juror - Mitch McConnell and GOP Senate/Congress
I was not the culprit this time, but no one believed or could see.
Since I had done it six months earlier, no one wanted to believe me.
I was not guilty, this time it was not my play.
I was innocent in every kind of way.
The charges were trumped up, and totally untrue.
However, promptly assumed totally guilty by all of them but two.
No way it was me; not my mess this time, not my doing.
They dressed me in a suit and a shirt fresh white from blue-ing.
It was a frame job, I was not the devil child this time.
They gave me tight looks and frowns from all but Juror number nine.
I was locked into a jail cell with Mad Marge who had made it a kind of home.
If I ever get released, you can bet I will write her up into an interesting poem.
I fear our next encounter;
haunted by your sight.
Your presence penetrates my heart like a knife.
Your not a man but an intruder,
forcing your way, judge and juror.
Hand down your penalty, much we must take.
Abrasions, contusions, are your biggest mistake.
Hugs and kisses, only come from jerks,
"I LOVE YOU - I'M SORRY",
your BANDAIDS don't work.
Brute force.
Torn at the seams.
Dare to move.
Dare to scream.
Noise not permitted,
take it, be silent.
Withhold your tears in his judgement.
Is there a thin line between DISLIKE and HATE?
Can you define where one begins and the other one waits?
It was time, for my audition - a nice renditition,
I came armed, nothing too predictable, with ammunition;
this offered my chance for fame, only I was to blame
if I messed up, success meant I would never be the same again.
It was good, I knew by the smile on their faces,
now I waited, standing, while my heart really races;
I knew that one juror may give me a hard time,
playing to the gallery, a mountain I might climb.
The unnecessary hype, weirdly prolonged, was irritating,
I heard the voice: 'You know what . . . . ' , procrastinating,
why can"t he just say if he liked the bloody thing or not?
as though he was on another programme and forgot.
It was tiring, waiting for all their second-guesses,
I need not have worried because I got four yesses.
J-udgment call is based
O-n your own opinion;
S-ubjective ruling handed out
E-xpresses your decision.
P-erform your function, your duty to dispense;
H-ave sheer guts to give the sure verdict with sense.
P-rovide a strong and vivid
R-esolution of the matter;
U-se your human instict,
D-ecide with firm power.
E-very August sixteenth morn,
N-ight silence passes by;
T-he voice of the juror sounds,
E-nding the question why.
U-nusual but fair sentence
D-ictates the effect in cue;
A-nswer the problem with
N-ice judgment call
I-n you.
For years they live in shadow
For years they've been mistreated
For years they've been ignored and pushed aside
Black sheep of the family
Blamed for everything
From the broken window to the last place in line
Who is to care?
Seems no one
As long as nothing is broken
Nothing needs to fix
Who is to say we are perfect?
Yet we don't realize the growing malignant malady
Oh America you are supposed to be the beacon of the world
Yet you fall so
You seem deaf to the voice within
The voice of reason
You seem to make up your mind on certain things and not see the obvious
What caused you to be the judge?
Or are you now a juror?
Say bypass
Minds all made up
Fine
You will see once and for all
Who is the juror and who is the judge
None of thee
God does not make anything imperfect
Yet you continue to insist it is
Time to owe up to our mistake
And let our Ruler to be the judge
Time is a wasting
Can't afford to lose it
Time is the essence
Let's not be blowing it
Time is unknown
Let's not misspending it
You can do it
You can correct it
And make it right!!
Hola
" The Crimson-Conscience-Juror ... "
Scarlet Ribbons On Her Arms
Red Lights In Her Mirror
Best Friend Blood, On Her Hands
and A Crimson-Conscience-Juror
A Ton of Fire-Bricks On Her Head
Burgundy Wine, In Her Cup
Marooned On Her Tortured Island
Tasting, As Rasberry-Razors Cut
'The Cherry' Had A Poison Pit
Her Lips Bled As She Bit
Raging Against A Stop-Sign's Kick
As She Applied One Last, Hot-Poker, Needle Stick
Scarlet Ribbons On Her Arms
Red Lights In Her Mirror
Best Friend's Blood On Her Hands
... and A Crimson, Conscience Juror ...
Written & Copyrighted ©: 1/4/2014
by: MoonBee Canady
T’is not any man’s wish to commit error,
For out of it borne terror and horror.
Every man’s wish is to be a conqueror.
To his seeds, fine-reflectors like the mirror.
To every child, every Dad is a juror.
Sworn to an oath of allegiance as a carer.
T’is every man’s wish to be a conjuror,
Not a staged sorcerer –
But one to lit smile on your face-make you a great scorer.
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