Long Acquit Poems
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A friendship made can often fade
I had one that quickly decayed
Loyalty was just a charade
I was dismayed I was dismayed
My eyes did not at first conceive
the lies her tongue began to weave
Slanderous words that made me grieve
I was naive I was naïve
She criticized me on twitter
Her betrayal left me bitter
What a mean gossiping critter
Won't acquit her Won't acquit her
Cruel, the rumors she had spewed
She needs a change of attitude
A real friend is never that crude
Hateful or rude Hateful or rude
Was upset when double crossed
Then realized nothing was lost
My looks burned her like Winter frost
Friendship tossed Friendship tossed
They day I told her we were through
She said, "I was a friend to you."
I walked away because she knew
It was not true It was not true
From ones like that, I turn away
Devious people who betray
She taunted like a mocking jay
And I, her prey And I, her prey
January 5th, 2021
Watered-Down Juice Contest by Edward Ibeh
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
Has life ever been cheaper,
When doubting God grows steeper?
Love without justice perverts.
Justice sans morals subverts.
Despite the evil scheming,
God's spiritual streaming.
Doubt your doubts about the Lord.
Confessing them brings reward.
His past acts need reflection.
Remembrance foils defection.
His Providence revealing,
God's spiritual streaming.
So, wait for the end of it-
His faithfulness will acquit.
Remember, He's powerful,
Gathering up baskets full,
After thousands done feeding,
God's spiritual streaming.
Let the fools think they have won,
When God has only begun.
The wicked need to think twice,
Boasting about our demise.
Trusting Him is redeeming,
God's spiritual streaming.
When all has been said and done,
The Warrior-God, His Son,
Fulfills the Davidic reign,
And godliness is great gain.
All bow the knee esteeming,
God's spiritual streaming.
Stop badgering the witness!
Love is a mysterious thing
Even if you found that perfect ring,
as we all recalled it was the mindset
that triggered strong emotion into the explosion
that separate the thing called love.
It’s have been more than twenty odd years since
the Weeper's victims left over tears, that never faded.
the dead feel neither pain nor anger
The jury is still deliberating long and hard, but still miles
to go on the public views, so once again
if the gloves don't fit you must acquit
Stop badgering the remaining witness America
Love is a mysterious thing,
'Tis well known that politicians have a congenital proclivity,
For concocting inane babble with audacious creativity!
The nuances that they spin and the postures they assume,
No doubt leave poor Mister Webster spinning in his tomb!
A very lame cliche is, "My words were taken out of context!"
(Didn't we grasp his original view? We are left a bit perplexed!)
"The jury will acquit me!" he said, bidding his peers farewell!
"I never stole public funds!" he asserted from his cell!
"A vast right wing conspiracy is out to get us!" she screamed!
(When things went awry on the shenanigans that they schemed!?
"But, I did not inhale!" he averred looking us dead in the eye!
"It depends on the definition of "is", was his equivocal reply!
"I voted to fund the war, but folks, that's not what I meant!"
(With that wily circumvention, he created considerable dissent!)
He proclaimed, "No American boys will fight in foreign wars!"
(Alas, thousands died in World War Two storming alien shores!)
"Read my lips! No more taxes!" he gravely guaranteed!
Most are heard to say, "I'll never steal, lie or mislead!"
Some gullible souls are charmed by what they postulate;
Please spare me, Lord! I tire of hearing politicians bloviate!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
I recently went to court to show
a supposed voice of reason
paperwork that had been falsified
by one within his own profession;
to my "If the glove don't fit, you must acquit" surprise,
the only real voice of reason was mine -
the pristine-looking image
of a con artist, theatrical profession
had to be more important than the truth.
We tell our children to strive to become
something bigger, better, and richer;
instead, we should be telling them to
become bigger, better, and life richer
than the superficial cheaters we usually
have them look up to while they are growing up.
For "The Voice Of Reason" contest sponsored by Paula Swanson.
There's a story from Dixon
About some ole drunk
Who came in the courtroom
Drunk as a skunk
When asked by the judge
Sir how do you plea
He pulled out a 5th
And said this ones on me
Unsure what he meant
The judge threw him in jail
Without that ole bottle
Without chance of bail
When his attorney asked him
Why cause such a rift
He simply stated
I pleaded the fifth
When word of the meaning
Got back to the judge
He released him the same day
It caused such a buzz
All the people in town
Still chomp at the bit
To tell the story of Barney
And how he pleaded the fifth
Unsure what he meant
The judge threw him in jail
Without that ole bottle
Without chance of bail
When his attorney asked him
Why cause such a rift
He simply stated
I pleaded the fifth
The day Barney died
The judge came to grieve
Said here you go Barney
This ones on me
So if you pass through Dixon
Or just stop for a bit
You'll hear the story of Barney
And how he pleaded the fifth
When the judge found it funny
He chose to acquit
And old Barney won
When he pleaded the fifth
My heart is joyful, lightened, truly glad
on seeing her upright and standing tall.
Remembering the trials we both had,
A miracle she’s even here at all.
You may recall our little goat named Split,
Who got a parasite, fell deathly ill,
And how, as pseudo-vet I did acquit
Myself with google and no other skill.
Young Split recovered well enough to go
back where my grandkids live, though things were grim,
for she was hobbled, crippled, limping, slow;
her chance for full recovery was slim.
But time, it seems, has worked its magic spell;
Her leg is fully straight and bears her weight.
To a keen eye, her knee still has a tell.
Her quality of life is surely great.
In fact, today, while helping Genevieve
to feed the rabbits caged there next to her,
she playful chased and otherwise aggrieved
GV with frolic and a mirthful stir.
I think about how wonderful this is,
For kids to grow up side by side in play.
It conjures images of garden bliss,
Gives hope that all will be made right one day.
He calls me naïve and I reply with a smile,
but in my dreams he whispers words of love;
my cravings fed:
fully sated.
He says I'm a foolish child; innocent and sweet,
but if he knew about our midnight trysts,
I wonder if he would find me guilty,
or acquit me for such intimate reveries.
If my fantasies are a sin;
should I be ashamed of my crime?
I dare not sleep,
perchance to dream.*
2/9/21 Fragmented Verse Poetry
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
*Phrase spoken by Shakespeare's Hamlet
Addiction.
I'm not addicted, I just like a hit.
Here and there, I won't submit.
Just some... ya’know… I mustn’t acquit.
I'm not addicted, I don't need rehab
Cmon! I ain't no handicap!
I scratched, slashed, and slammed.
I'm not addicted! Just give me a hit!
No! I won't admit it!
I wish I were 6 feet deep in a casket!
I'm not addicted. See 3 years clean.
I'm in pain now, burns like kerosene.
Now I take Buprenorphine
I'm not addicted. Maybe just a hit?
I mean, I'm not really desperate.
I really shouldn't recommit.
I’m not addicted, well… yes, I am.
Back into the rehabilitation program.
I only took a milligram…
I’m not addicted. Well, I can't be.
Hanged from the roof, I'm a coward to flee.
Death comes for us all; now they're talking to me.