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There it is displayed in my den, an old oaken swivel chair.
They were going to dispose of it thinking it beyond repair!
It graced the old court house for decades serving a colorful cast.
Many notions of its use crossed my mind as I mused about its past!
A judge may have used it as he sat upon the bench so just,
Dispensing justice to hapless souls at whom the book was thrust!
Perhaps a drowsy bailiff occupied it trying a yawn to suppress,
During a boring trial, praying the judge would declare a recess!
Did a juror slump in it listening to evidence with his peers,
Anxious to flee the place to enjoy a couple of beers?
Perhaps an attorney used it, evincing the usual respect,
As he leaped to his feet proclaiming, "Your Honor, I object!"
It could have been reserved to confine an arrogant desperado,
Lounging in the chair to impress with his pretense at bravado!
I suspect though, that it was put to more mundane use,
By a green eye-shaded grumpy clerk, managing to be obtuse!
The old chair squeaks a lot and if you tilt back too far, beware,
Ere it dump you on the floor, leaving your arms flailing in the air!
Though its many idiosyncrasies someday may harm my spine,
I'm glad I rescued it - its a dear old chum of mine!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
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.
Justice is not a statue carved in flawless stone. It breathes.
It hesitates.
It asks not only, "What happened?
" but, "Why?"
Situational ethics— the phrase arrives already accused, as though context were a conspirator and mercy a weakness.
Yet every courtroom is built upon circumstance.
The starving child and the seasoned thief may steal the same loaf of bread, but no honest juror would weigh their hearts upon identical scales.
The law seeks certainty.
Life offers ambiguity.
I have defended saints who looked like criminals, and criminals who wore the face of virtue.
Appearances have never taken an oath.
The prosecutor arranges facts like stones in a wall.
The defense reminds the court that every stone once belonged to a mountain.
There is danger, yes, when ethics bend to convenience.
But there is equal danger when justice refuses to bend at all.
For a law without compassion becomes machinery.
A conscience without principle becomes chaos.
Between those two cliffs stands every advocate, holding nothing but words, reason, and the stubborn belief that truth is seldom found at either extreme.
And when the verdict is spoken, history may judge the law, but conscience will forever judge how we arrived there.
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.
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?
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
**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.
They say that #13 is an unlucky number
But I think it not so
My Best Friend was born on the 13th of October
So their you go
A Bakers Dozen is the #13
When you get your Donuts Supreme
All filled with Jelly and Boston Cream
#13 is on of the best numbers that be
Some people say that liking #13 is bizarre
But it's all in where intellectually you are
If you have a Superstitious Mind
Then you're behind the Time's
Back in Ancient Days
Some people were heard to say
They believed in Fairy Tales and Myths
But nowadays, we've abandoned that Craze forthwith
What we need 13 Jurors in the trail to be
That's what the Juror System needs
13 Jurors, the 13th can be a Tie-breaker
Or maybe just a Faker...
"Are you afraid of a Black Cat?"
"How about a 13 Black Cat Attack?"
"How about 13 open Umbrellas in the House?"
"Does that scare you and wanna make you pass out?"
Maybe 13 opened Ladders
To walk under them would be even badder
"Evermore..." Are you afraid of 13 Ravens?"
"Of you, that would be most craven."
Let me explain to you about the #13
To fear it is moot you see
The #13 is a good Lucky Number
This is what you should know and remember
Roll the 13 Sided Die
Go ahead, give it a try
Roll the Bones now
They'll never let you down
Now you may say, 13 Sided Die are only good for Cos Play Games
And call me lots of Silly Names
But all of this Nonsense is out of Fear
Which I will try to make disappear
The Old Saying goes, "Step on a crack
And break your Mother's Back."
Say that 13 times
And it'll blow you little Sane Mind
"Have you seen the Movie 13 Ghosts?"
"It's a very scary Show,
Usually shown in the Halloween Season."
"You should see it for Therapy Reasons."
"What do you think about Halloween?"
"Or do you think that it's too much to be seen."
"If you got Candies 13,
"Will you run away from the Scene?"
"What do you think about going to a Cemetery?"
"Or for you, is it much too Scary?"
"13 Tombstones,
All standing in a Row."
"13 Graves,
Of the Unsaved."
"I would fear that too."
"Yes, my Friend, They're waiting for you..."
"November 13th is our Friend."
"Only Good Vibes does it send"
"Say that to yourself, 13 times, over and over again."
"And you'll have taken your first steps towards Healing, my Friend."
Copyright ©? Jeff W. Watson, September 11, 2026
I don't look at the judge. I just look at the jury.
I don't look at the defendant or the defendant's attorney,
nor will I look a the prosecution assistant and or district attorney.
I will listen, not look at anyone giving sworn oath testimony.
As a juror I feel that it's my civic responsibility and duty
to decide strictly upon the evidence and not based on any ones appearance or personality.
My Justice is as blind as justice should be
not withstanding the decision that must be made beyond a reasonable doubt
based upon the hard core physical evidence presented to me that the judge will allow.
Every time I serve as juror, which believe it or not is an honor for me
I'm always dumbfounded by many other juror's stupidity
who are compelled to render this ultimate decision, Guilty or Not Guilty.
I wouldn't want 3/4's of the jurors I've met making such life changing decisions on me.
That's why I'll never turn down an opportunity to serve on a jury.
Everyone is Innocent until proved Guilty and all innocents need a juror like me.
When I informed a former boss that I was summoned to serve for jury duty,
my employer out right said, "Get out of it or you will no longer be employed by me."
Guess what I did. I served on the jury.
I'd rather lose my job, than risk someone who may otherwise be Not Guilty
losing much of their freedom and God given liberties.
*
Another personal note:
In Every Election I Vote.
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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