If a poet writes in a forest,
and no one is around to read it,
does it make a poem?
The jury is hung, the verdict is split.
Screams in the daylight
No judge nor jury, bad sins
Archipelago
He boldly admits it publicly.
Wry humour is his weapon of choice.
Comedian ushered directly to jail.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Juxtapose
Just suppose we have to
Jurisprudentially
Juxtapose guilt and innocence before a
Jury of our peers. The prosecution will attack with the
Jawbone of an a** and the nattering nabobs of the news media will
Journalistically
Jabberwocky their opinions which no one will understand. Meanwhile the
Joyless defense team will try to
Justify their client’s motives by
Jackhammering the evidence to fit their presentation, claiming the
Jimsonweed he smoked caused him to be a
Jailbreaker and escape the clutches of the law. Let us hope the
Jackanapse has learned his lesson and
Justice will prevail
Feud Tyrannosaurus Techs spewed they must be Taurus
Their notorious own porous homegrown lewd chorus
On a heinous hardcore intravenous tour to floor us
Felling their telling of spoof truths pointless like Icarus
Fury jury swelling..no quelling now imbued enormous
Screwed slewed after being pursued...they deplore us
Mood brewed skewed by a crude & rude thesaurus
Be shrewd make sure this brood are booed eschewed
Moan their scary lairy tone or drone's prone to bore us
In a court where justice stands, A person, and People's fate rests in our hands.
An individual took a bold stand tall, Against a system that's hurt us all.
With a gun, he made his case, Not for killing, but to face
The power that caused so much pain, in healthcare's name, he sought to gain.
The jury has the power grand, To change the outcome with hearts in hand.
Their job is not just to see the law, But to find what's right, without a flaw.
Jury nullification means this: To say, "This defendant, we dismiss."
For justice's sake, they can decide, To change the rules that we abide.
A verdict not just guilt or free, But a stand against what shouldn't be.
For in their hearts, they hold the key, A single choice can set us free.
So let the jury speak their mind, To make our future fair and kind.
In their hands, a chance to right, The wrongs that keep us in the night.
Jury nullification can right many wrongs within our nation.
jim-dandy jingoist’s jolly jargon
jeopardizes jittery Jerry’s jiffy jurisdiction.
Jubilant joyful jongleur jerks judge Jones’
judgement. jam-packed jury jeers joyfully
a jabberwocky.
You point the accusing finger,
For infractions of the rules.
Common sense and understanding,
Oft must bow to a book of rules.
You sit in judgement of the wrong,
Hating evil doers,
Refusing explanations,
As clemencies grow fewer.
When you sit in judgement,
You accept a dreadful task;
For you drink judgement on yourself,
When you drink from that flask.
God will judge the mind and heart,
When're He judges sin.
Man will judge the act alone.
He cannot see within.
So think before you judge someone,
For oft you can't say sorry.
Be certain of the circumstance,
When you are judge and jury.
The day before Thanksgiving
Everybody takes it slow,
Except the ones preparing meals,
As many of us know.
So it’s the perfect day to serve
If Jury Duty calls.
I doubt if there’s a judge or lawyer
Strolling through the halls.
We would-be jurors sit for hours,
Staring at the clock,
Or read or do a puzzle
Since there’s no one in the dock.
My hope is that we’ll be dismissed,
Our civic duty done
And other folks will fill the seats
When trials will have begun.
The jury’s duty is impossible.
They have to decide who is lying.
The defendant says he is innocent.
Police say he is guilty.
Defense lawyer says he was falsely accused.
Points out his ex-wife works for the lab and wants him imprisoned.
Police detectives are leaning on the DNA blood evidence.
Who is lying and how many of them? It is a quandary.
Could a love poem right wrongs
Will you erase the betrayals
Am I that forgiving of you of me
Can cupid fly an arrow despite
the bluest tears sliding down heart
Is love such a powerful potion
That infidelity can not decrease
I love you still and always will
But is that enough?
A jury duty summons
Yay! Whoopee!
Said no person every
I have received five in the last thirteen years.
Got my latest one yesterday.
Why me?
Why not? The jury duty goddess replies.
Timing is great.
First day I go back to work. Whoopee!
life has somewhat
calmed down now that
I’ve bowed out from the rat race
and officially finally retired
I’ve learned to disentangle myself
from the merciless mundane madness
I don’t miss that old hamster wheel
always spinning out of control
I’m now at peace with myself
I’ve become my own jury and judge
questioning my every choice and decision
to ensure they fall in place with my master plan
the voice of my conscience keeps me
aligned and on track as time trickles away
ultimately I know I’m not really in charge
but I can at least be master of what I can
one day I know I’ll be facing my Maker
and there will be no sanctioned excuses
down to my very core I’ll want to be proud
of what I’ve done and become
Read on air by invitation ~ June 5, 2021 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: 1st place 2021
Submitted on June 2, 2021 for contest VOICE OF CONSCIENCE sponsored by UNSEEKING SEEKER - RANKED 5TH
Critique can come in many potent forms
Through thought, word or deed - eventually
Possibly revealing sunshine through storms
Leaving hope to help cope, essentially
Connoisseurs of love may pray from the heart
For the chance to bring justice for a friend
Yet, who is to judge just what might outsmart
The one who simply intends to defend
Judge and jury might somehow be proved wrong
Time will always tell who is the best choice
In life’s song, there can be both weak and strong
Good, bad, happy and sad all have a voice
Judge not, lest ye be judged - honest and true
Still… all have a right they must live up to
JUDGE NOT LEST YE BE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John lawless
April 22, 2021
Though they filed in one by one and marching to the music
The decree was silence yet those devils kept marching
The Day of Judgement has been coming for a long time
Praying for solace , and waiting for the rain
Refreshing rain to wash the parade of inequity but the marching
The rain doesn’t condemn ,it renews and refreshes and remembers
Remembers the past and nurtures the future and the tide
Don’t forget the tide , it brings one in and takes it back
Those rubberneckers keep me alert for the Sun
They get inside of me waiting for me to make just one mistake
But the sun waits for me as well as does the rain but the marchers
They plod on and on but God found me free and gave me ablution
Let the bells toll, the children sing and the sun shine on all of me
If the thought doesn’t fit you must acquit
For All who suffer Depression
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