Lawyers scratch their behinds
contemplate justice, tone-deaf, blind
Is outing a criminal despot in our hemisphere ‘constitutional’
Is the Monroe Doctrine still useful ...
While evil Maduro's already behind bars
~ Venezuelans cheering freedom’s stars
A Martian ordered some Venetian blinds
A Venetian ordered the Martian kind
The Martian installed a few
The Venetian's lawyer sued
The Martian's did too ~ Lawyers' peace of mind
This poem praises a father's resolve and strength during a trying divorce process
Divorce is a storm,
A whirlwind of pain,
but you are the anchor.
Brother; do not drift,
Do not break.
Your children,your focus,
Your reason to fight
Refuse to let the bitterness
devour you.
Hope,choose strength.
Be their rock,their shelter.
You will survive this together
Their father's love is their shield.
'Oyez! Oyez! Oyez! all stand,'
said the bailiff before remand,
as legal eagles had looked for loopholes,
flaws in the law,
large enough to lose a lorry,
is that what they became lawyers for?
If I had taken their advice,
blindly handed out to me,
I'd have gone directly to jail,
if not in a trice.
Attorneys, barristers, solicitors,
ambulance chasers,
searching for victims
so they may litigate,
seen one you've seen them all,
what's not to hate?
no god would stoop so low,
to break a mind already fragile,
or put innocence in a cell,
let alone make it pay for some sinless crime.
there are ghosts who don’t leave,
they cling like smoke,
they stain a man’s skin
with the black of all he’s seen and felt—
screams sealed inside walls,
eyes kept wide, without sleep.
in prison, the screams bounce back.
you can’t shake them.
it’s like they’re inked into the air.
and the guards look away,
like they don’t know.
they see it all, and they know.
the world knows.
outside, people smile over dinner,
but in the dark corners,
they leave you to drown,
to choke on silence and shadows.
they’ll all just call it life.
We may be a nation of laws
But we're not a nation of lawyers
The Constitution - We don't want to destroy her
Though it tickles us pink to annoy her
LLB is primary condition
Advocates joining Bar Association
Wisdom and wittiness marks good litigation
Years of experience deepen skills in profession
Execution of duty with sincere participation
Respectful to court but no fearful implication
Serving and protecting justice is main intention
Ignorance of the law is no excuse,it’s law,all to know the piece of law applicable to their piece of work engaged in all those who are ignorance of this truth to pay a big price at once or more times in their whole life apart from loosing everything comparing to their peers knowing the law they are in a upper hand in the public existence knowing the law of the land is a not only a requirement by law but a tool of energizing,strengthening and teething with more confidence the carriers in turning them a complete citizens of the land that they belong.
Lawyers are no joke.
They take life seriously.
Their briefcases and files are immaculate.
Their hair is in place. They are grown up acting.
Expensive? Yes. Annoying? Sometimes.
But they know how to make bad things go away.
Get one if you can; use them wisely. They are worth the money.
My blood boils when I think I have yet
to meet a lawyer with a shred of dignity
one that's god-fearing and not immoral
heartless greedy or egomaniacal
It boggles my mind how anyone could
stoop so low to take advantage of the weak
and deliberately dry them out and
watch them grow old sick and wither away
at their weakest and most vulnerable
It ain’t rocket science…
Lawyers and buzzards what's more
unscrupulous and repulsive as they circle
playing their conniving ugly games
of gluttony abuse and power
I could never see myself
stooping so low knowing that one day
I'd have to face my Maker –
how do they sleep at night?
I'm not much for throwing
everyone in the same basket so…
I'll forget this scandalous disgraceful
travesty once it's over and done
One day this crazy outstanding
legal issue will finally be settled
when they run out of reasons
for delays and cheap empty promises
That’s when I'll let lawyers and buzzards
go on their merry way
saying… ‘Live and let live’ –
can't change the world in one fell swoop
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
People glower; horns get louder -
I wonder why a drive so dour
was ever termed rush hour.
.
Dollars followed by point 99
Are dollars with one more assigned.
Retailers think shoppers math blind.
Business phones in America evolved
With English as option, not default,
Like a blond joke saw phones solved.
In the USA, I cannot afford to die
So place my body atop funeral rates
Until they pass sky for heaven-high.
Halloween is marketed in July,
Followed by Christmas in August –
Greed's gone awry, I won't comply.
Medical care doesn’t care at all,
Should be re-termed medical gall
As many are ill from medical appall.
The law fits fine if one is rich,
Others needing a justice hit
Need a thief’s help to pay for it.
Let me end my sad word hurl
As born in my dramatic world:
Hyperbole debris, reality decreed.
Legal eagles or vultures?
Alimony and divorce
Wills
Your problem is in their best financial interest
Enduring power of Attorney
Representing you at a exorbitant fee
Stay away from them if you can!
Jan Allison
6th May 2016
Lawyers
The legal eagles I have known
fly low, incompetence they have shown
standing before the court
as they come up, all too short
has been my experience with the man
who never seems to do the best he can.
And so, laden down with laws
my lawyers seem to have no claws
or wings with which to fly
right into that legal eye.
Reflections
The child in me looks out to see.
Where is the man in you ?, where can he be ?
As the man I am, looks to find, where is the child
in you?, that entity that once ran wild.
Looking, yet never, hardly ever do we see
that which we should have come to be.
B. J. “A” 2
November 6th 2001
A day of pouring out
The above was the insanity of the chaos in my mind.
it came on the heels of depression and a troubling time.
Then came the spirit of catharsis, shows up in my rhyme.
Into the dark ages, my soul had crept,
for a few short years, my spirit wept,
the Grim Reaper, my heart had met,
my rhymes, my words had set,
a coarse to release, from the gloom
that weighed heavy, in the confines of my room.
The dark years have slipped past, have gone on by,
leaving no reason for me, to lie down, and cry.
B. J. “A” 2
November 6th 2001
Sharp Suited Sharks
Feeding
Fervently Feasting, Foul Fiends
Covetous Cuthroats, Cultured Convicts Convincing
Innocents Inked In Immensely Incurred Interests,
Indebted
Enslaved, Effaced Emotions, Exasperated
We've hit a bump;
the melodies and notes that
resemble the feelings of our love
hang in the air broken,
and the silence looms over us
like fog in a cemetery.
It's easier to remember the
difference in all equations than
what reoccurs;
and so our hound dogs,
like our past fights
keep us up at night with eh
passing thoughts of
"should I be here?" and
"Is it worth it?"
And so we explain our case;
the lawyers inside us that
never wish to lose a fight,
all lawyers are guilty.
There never will be a time,
when two songs of
different tempos will make a
melody.
Let's start humming the same tune,
and break the broken desires.
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