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In conclusion to "Not Guilty Vol.I" I made it
threw the storm I'm fresh out the desert I been
delivered from my spouse and I thank God for that,
in every dark cloud there's that silver
lining God may not have come when I called
but it was perfect timing, I'm right where I
wanna be so yeah I'm fine I made threw
the test look how far he's brought me yeah I'm
blessed I must confess so to the jury my testimony
is concrete so I'm asking you what's
next? Shall I settle for less dare I dance with
the devil again...naw, that chapter is so see
threw some things are best left in my rear view
should I go back and fall into despair, should
I shed tears in vain I assure you I'm not the
same man I was, it takes two to fall in love
nevermind who I pulled the rug from under
who can actually get mad at me for doing what's
best for my son all of a sudden, these people
get relations twisted from actually true loving
so I could care less who's upset wit my decision
I'm still not guilty she just fell in lust wit my
seductive sentences regardless of who's listening
to my reason her season is over, them
flowers have withered this man of God is healed
even threw the pain I went threw, true the
door was locked so I had to find that secret window
yeah I'm a laugh now while she cry later
matter fact lets get it where's my divorce papers
The death penalty, a practice rooted in antiquity, continues to evoke controversy and ethical dilemmas in modern society. Despite its purported role in deterring crime and administering justice, the death penalty stands on shaky moral ground and should be abolished for several compelling reasons.
Firstly, the irreversible nature of the death penalty is inherently flawed. In a justice system prone to human error, the risk of executing an innocent person is ever-present. Numerous cases worldwide have revealed wrongful convictions, highlighting the fallibility of judicial proceedings. Once a life is taken, there is no recourse for rectifying such a grievous mistake, perpetuating an irreversible injustice that stains the fabric of society.
Moreover, the death penalty undermines the fundamental value of human life. By sanctioning state-sanctioned killings, societies diminish the sanctity of life and condone violence as a means of resolving conflicts. Such a stance contradicts the principles of compassion, rehabilitation, and forgiveness, which should underpin any civilized society's legal framework.
Furthermore, the death penalty fails to achieve its purported goal of deterrence. Empirical evidence suggests that the threat of capital punishment does not significantly deter individuals from committing heinous crimes. Instead, socioeconomic factors, mental health issues, and systemic inequalities often drive criminal behavior. Investing in preventative measures, such as education, poverty alleviation, and mental health services, would yield more effective and humane solutions to reducing crime rates.
Critics argue that the death penalty provides closure to victims' families and serves as a form of retribution. However, vengeance should not be conflated with justice. Studies have shown that the prolonged legal processes and endless appeals associated with death penalty cases exacerbate the victims' families' trauma, prolonging their suffering rather than offering closure.
In conclusion, the abolition of the death penalty aligns with the principles of justice, compassion, and human rights. By rejecting this antiquated and morally dubious practice, societies can move towards a more enlightened and humane approach to criminal justice—one that prioritizes rehabilitation, reconciliation, and the inherent worth of every individual.
Oftentimes in writing poems I tend to glorify
the ladybug…the bumble bee and, of course, the butterfly.
In so doing I’ve ignored the moth…
I thought perhaps because they fly at night might be the reason why.
but haven’t I written many a poem about the firefly?
I imagine my reason is more of a poetic nature…
The reason when it comes to moths I haven’t found the time
is because of that word moth…it’s so hard to find a rhyme.
Today I plan to correct this omission and, hopefully, open people’s eyes
to the beauty and importance of moths…who by the way outnumber butterflies.
Moths are indicator species which means in the places that we dwell
if we see a lot of moths…our ecosystem’s doing well.
Did you know some moths fly in the day, most have an incredibly gifted nose…
and despite what many think…most moths don’t eat people’s clothes.
And though moths might not be as colorful as butterflies…when their wings unfold
the patters they reveal are a beauty and a wonder to behold.
Gee…they are important to our ecosystem…
they are beautiful…and they don’t eat cloth.
(Hey…look at that! I finally found a word that I can rhyme with moth!).
In conclusion we tend to concentrate on nature’s beauty…
the beauty we see in the bright sunlight…
but moths are proof nature has so much beauty
she also lends some to the night.
I have been a deep thinker all my life.
For Example one looks at 2 sheep grazing on the Pasture,
And sees 2 sheep grazing quietly on the Pasture.
But me, I begin to see and experience happy thoughts of deep and thorough Peace and Peacefullness.
I think Calm, calmness, how the whole world should be like this, In this state and order.
I begin to condemn the wars world wide, and woner to myself, why haven't they seen and appreciated this scene or a scene like this.
It is like my kittens playing.
Then all of a sudden my mind switches,
To when everything or life was not always so calm and tranquil or even happy.
I revisit the memoirs of my Life.
Realising and Appreciating that there have been some good, kind, kindly, benevolent people in my life who have helped and or assisted me. And I say a quiet little prayer ofthanks/gratitude for them.
They made some of the times so sweet and smooth sailing.
And My Pets are among the Benevolent in my Life.
But I also remember the malevolent, malicious ones in my life, who never meant well,
And spewed Sheer evil.
The Selfish we meet in Life is a common constant, but meeting the Selfless is rare-very rare.
And then a thought hit me that we take, take take in life not give, give, give.
And that the true measure of a man is not how much he leaves behind in terms of possessions and money,
But how much he leaves behind in terms of his legacy for helping or assisting others, or for guiding others. How many has he helped? How much did he give?
How much did he contribute to the improvement of Humanity, to his community, to his country, to the world? or to his family?
What was his Net Positive Impact? NPI
In Conclusion, Be it the Will of evry human Being to tear down the walls of Injustice
All Over The World.
in diagnosis of psychosis, his pincer glasses reddening his nose,
the professor’s leverage - his certificate upon his office wall - the know-it-all.
a fragment of his time spent examining inky blots - the bevel of distortions of a picasso-like mind. he derided himself for thinking his patient as a derelict, given his own raggedy suit, long scraggly beard. He tap..tap...taps his pen, thunking it against his papers...tap, tap, tap to the annoyance of this...ahem, derelict.
“I must find a resolution to your illness. This panic you feel when you step into my office,” he can never bring himself to look the stranger in the eye.
with the vortex of a sinkhole, his innards drop out, when the derelict calls out,
“Times up!”
in conclusion of his illusion until next week, he thinks to himself,
‘next time we show up clean cut. that will fool him.’ he takes the blots with him.
he must know the answers for next time. the derelict must be locked up and he must be set free.
6/11/2019
Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Kai Neumann
*My original is 14 lines. Please don’t hold it against me if the poem runs longer on PS.
I write on my pets, most often my cats.
I think I may even have written on rats.
I write on God’s gifts that in nature are found.
I write on things based on sight, smell, and sound.
I write on great landscapes, on seascapes and sky,
especially on sunsets that dazzle the eye.
I write on almost everything that I know of.
I think in particular, I write on love.
I write on romance, some made-up stuff too;
I write on things mostly that I think are true.
I write on emotions, on evil and hate.
I write on TV shows and food that I ate!
I write on opinions I’ve formed through my life,
my joys and my trials (like being a wife).
I write on my feelings and sometimes on grief
and often I write on how life is too brief.
I write on my friendships, my children and kin.
I write on some topics again and again!
In conclusion, on paper I write while in bed
scribbling thoughts coming to my pillowed head.
I grew up in Ohio but have spent most of my life in Florida
where I am now 73 years old…
and having just spent the winter in North Carolina I have a theory:
We age differently in the cold.
When it comes to winter in the mountains I can put all vestiges of age on hold
because here my 73 years of age…is concealed by the cold.
Take the fact that as I’ve aged my ears have continue growing…
and I have much less hair than I did the day I wed…
but in the winter in the mountains…all those flaws are covered
by the stocking caps or hoods upon my head.
After 73 years…my face…by wrinkles have been attacked
but in the winter in the mountains…they disappear…
the snow fills in the cracks.
At 73 when I get up or move my bones might pop or creak…with every step I take.
but in the winter in the mountains the crunch of the snow beneath my feet
muffles any noises my bones will tend to make.
At 73 I have a tendency to trip…I’m no longer that young, spry, agile sprinter…
but slipping and sliding on the snow…why that’s just part of winter.
In conclusion…this is not scientific…just an observation from a 73 year old
This is the main reason I believe we age differently in the cold:
In winter…in the snow and cold… I feel less like an old geezer
and more like a sirloin steak that’s been stored inside the freezer…
The cold temperatures help to stop the aging process..
and when I’m thawed out as the warmth of spring returns…
the only sign I’ve aged at all…is a little freezer burn…
If my theory is correct…as each year I grow older and turn another page
a little winter freezer burn is a small price to pay
to knock a few months off my age.
The happily ever after...
He searched the kingdom for a fortnight 'til all saddle sore and weary,
With his eyes bloodshot and bleary,
The prince arrived at the last door.
He found two sisters, far too ugly, and an even uglier mother,
And asked himself why even bother,
This whole darn quest's become a bore.
Then from the kitchen came the vision he had searched so far and wide for.
He asked stepmother what she'd lied for
To say the three of them were all.
A flash, a crash, there was the gown, and then he saw her bare right flipper,
And on the left, a crystal slipper…
The girl he'd danced with at the ball.
The stepmother feigned regret that they had sadly so misjudged her,
T'was for her good that they'd begrudged her,
But to a prince one shouldn't lie.
On her wedding day the trio met the fate they should have dreaded,
They were arrested and beheaded,
And Cindy never blinked an eye.
The wedding feast and celebration were the grandest in the nation,
The king and queen felt jubilation,
Their son was "normal", after all.
They could retire and the crown would be passed down to their descendants,
Their kid, grandkids, and co-dependents,
They were so glad they'd had that ball.
But on their wedding night the prince confirmed his sexual confusion,
And forced them both to the conclusion,
Theirs was no fairy tale romance.
But still they made the marriage work, although they had no little nippers,
Sometimes he wore her gown and slippers,
And Cinderella wore the pants.
So, in conclusion, Cinderella got her semi-happy ending,
In spite of all the rules I'm bending
To tell her tale and make it new.
It wasn't meant to be so grand,
But what my muse commands, I do,
And now in bidding fond adieu,
My hat is off to those of you
Who stuck it out and read it through.
The End
be vigilant
don't be carried away
by mere words
In a hurry
never be in a
rush to listen
if you can hear
you can think
be vigilant
don't be just
a good listener
look at those faces
yes those faces
which lips is speaking
don't be in a hurry
just be patient
and be perceived
to release
is a free world
yet the world
is not free yet
be vigilant
don't be too fast
in conclusion
neither be too quick
in decision making
for in every opinion
there is always
a two sides
so be vigilant
look them into their eyes
them always with
this famous slogan
of change
listen you could
see or notice
the lies hidden
in their truth
be vigilant
don't trust in a hurry
for trust is not earn
that easy nowadays
my leaders has lost
our trust
we quietly ignore our pains
and that is their advantage
of never ending brutality
now chase them
yes we have to chase them
cos we have long
been in a deep hole of hardship
so we decided to change the
change they refuse to change
not by violence
but by only
be vigilant
Now and Then in 2017©
There was a time when I was younger
That there was this constant hunger
Time has passed and the years have flown by
Sometimes joy and laughter, sometimes a good cry
Vows kept under the stars we met
A grandson that keeps me young without regret
Where once I had a great left hook
I now rely on Facebook
I could compete at a track meet
What I do now is Tweet from my seat
In lieu of at the rink with my team
I’m Linked In to the latest dream
Before, at the diamond with a bat
After, I share the world with Snap Chat
Amazon was a great river in Brazil
Now an eCommerce site with a bill
Past, hanging out at the mall looking for chicks
Present, replaced by watching Netflix pics
It used to be four on the floor
Instead my best friend is an I Phone more
Many hours once spent polishing chrome
Replaced by Google Chrome in your home
Parallel parking used to be a real pain
My car parks by itself again and again
At the pumps no more
The car is electric and less a chore
I find myself often saying
Is there an “app” for that, and then playing
In conclusion I have no dilution of days gone by
The days of yore are long gone and I’m on standby
To give it all a try
Andreas Simic©