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Mandela had the right idea for sure.
How can the law get justice for crimes of a repugnant nature,
That are bought to light 30 or forty years in the future,
When evidence is scarce by nature,
And either party having a lapse of memory that has no cure,
With either party now believing their own lie as a fact of which, they are sure.
In these sorts of cases money may or not be the motivator,
And we may be looking at justice through a dirty window pain,
With Justice not looking to have much to gain,
With no side able to point to a reliable indicator.
So, we come back to Mandela having the right idea,
With a truth and reconciliation forum,
To encourage an atmosphere where forgiveness is more than an idea,
And truth can be seen once more to bloom,
With healing now the only worthy sum,
To be pursued at all costs at such a forum.
On this for me the jury is well and truly in,
Hopefully never to be recalled,
With each member free of such an impossible task,
Of being just to either party after 30 or forty years.
West of the Rockies,
North of the border.
Lay a little town,
Of law and order.
With one Tin Star,
And Deputies three.
Nobody transgressed,
Nobody but me.
On that fateful day,
Near the edge of town.
With my Colt 45,
Shot the Sheriff down.
I had whiskeyed head,
And bloodshot eyes.
On a stolen horse,
Was caught by surprise.
The Deputies three,
That I confounded.
Out of the shadows,
Had me surrounded.
With no other choice,
I dropped my gun.
Then raised my hands,
Under Noonday sun.
A few moments later,
I was put in a cell.
Waiting for the Judge,
To send me straight to Hell.
I was soon found guilty,
By a twelve-man jury.
Right up the gallows,
For the Hangman's fury.
As the trapdoor opened,
I couldn't help thinking.
This wouldn't have happened,
If I hadn't been drinking.
Yeah! Ya got a write to read a verse
But have not a right to rant and cuss, not
Yet if you think you must, I be not judged by a jury fair not you my peer
I prefer you be neutral and discipline
Be polite be respectful don't introduce insight negativisms
Be respectful we are his creation
And also co-creator of our fiction
If you don't like my words I should not be judged by you my peers
And don't read them if you don't like what you see or read
Let It Be but only my words can't be silenced
You can't disrespect me or threaten me with electronic violence
You rant and rave and disbehave
You can't read them or deny them my words I also have a writes
Don't read then mistreat me with insults me you can't bully me
11/8/20
JUDGE BY A JURY OF YOUR PEERS POETRY CONTEST
Sponsored by Mark Koplin
World of violence
As the morning slowly breaks
and, daylight in fil trates...
I feel,
the sunshine- burn away the grey
I feel,
the dawning, of a brand new day
I wish, the clouds would
confiscate the rain...
ease the pain ...
as I awaken,
to a world of violence.
In a world not far away
another bullet pen e trates...
another,
black soul it takes
Did you hear his cries...
for mercy?
Will his words be heard by...
the jury?
Or,
is justice, controlled by
the hand with the gun?
Answers...no one!
Can't we just stop...
the violence?
They say human nature hates...
so just surrender to the fates
so...does that mean it's too late?
Why is it so hard for us
to be kind?
Is this the end of
humankind?
Or, Is it true...
that only the strong survive?
Or is it better...
having God on our side?
Aren't you tired of this world of violence?
I am.
John Derek Hamilton
November 09, 2018
re-posted Jun09,2020
Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2018
Exhorted to fulfill my very best
amidst perfection and excellence test…
what matters well is I did my utmost
vis-à-vis required and set standards’ post.
Respecting others with their unique traits
cognizant of my flaws and error weights…
what matters is that I’m striving to learn
still improving for which my heart does yearn.
Unmasked by jury along good and right
my soul admits guilt of hypocrite’s blight…
what matters then is my attitude show
from inward repentance to faith-glow.
Exposed to God Who knows every motive
my spirit seeks His wise directive
what matters now is life’s earnest desire
in serving by His grace till I retire.
Thus, responding to bullies, may I say
tasks abound for achievement-gain each day…
what matters though is having honest* aim
helping someone, not marring any name.
*2Corinthians 8:21 Providing for honest things, not only in the sight of the Lord, but also in the sight of men.
November 9, 2020
9th place, "Judged By A Jury Of Your Peers" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Mark Koplin; judged on 11/14/2020.
a thousand tragedies paned
onto the community headlines
slashes the idle spirits
the wound enrages them to
seek out sadistic glee for the sake
to title themselves as 'woken.'
pitchforks and torches raised
looking for the guilty farmer
with swift words and stories
all the crops seared in the name
of the mindless chase for "justice."
“no god or jury; only us”
the next day arrives new tragedies,
sprouts new farmers to fight,
old pitchforks and torches to light
burning all but ideas
immortalised by martyrs made
from setting the flames
not one man asks for
the purpose of the hunt or be
branded as “the problem”
they walk the same burned soil
refusing to admit that they are
only casting flames on scarecrows
to the new age cult
criticism is blasphemy
indifference is hatred
Azure-accentuated ambiance awaits aspiring artists
Baby’s birth brings blessings, blowing boredom-blues
Cool calmness charms circumspect chefs to create cuisine cravings
Daybreak dos and don’ts discipline drivers from direction-dazzles
Enlightenment-exercise empowers engineers in their endeavors...
Fiery fluorescent fearlessness fuels firefighters’ faith-fortitude’s fervor
Glowing grace of God gears guardians for guiding governance
Hope highlights health-helpers’ handlings midst heightened heaviness
Illumined instructors inspire with their influence-iridescence
Justice-jubilation juxtaposed with jurisprudence-judgment joins jury...
Kaleidoscopic kindness-keys keep kinship’s knot kindling
Light’s luster leads liberation-lovers to lift the lamenting and lowly
Morning’s majestic magnificence moves mothers with mercies'* might
Nourishing nurses’ nurture and nature negates night’s negligence
Overwhelming opportunities open officials for output-optimization...
Peace-packed period pulls prayer-partners into Providence presence
Quality quotes quiet the querulous' qualms and quixotics' questions
Redolent reflections refocus reviewers against regretful reveries
Spiritual songs by soprano soloists shut silence-stillness
Triumphant thanksgiving tops tight timetable of tenacious teachers...
Ultimate urgency upholds undaunted umpires unto usefulness
Verses vanquish vanities vying against vision of the victors
Watchfulness warmth wakes the weary to welcome words of wisdom
X rays of ‘xpertise ‘xamination x-out ‘xpectations for a Xanadu
Yes-yells yearn for youth yielded yeah-yowls from yesterdays’ yets
Zion's zephyr zooms the zealously zestful to zenith of prize-zillions!!!
*Lamentations 3:22-23 It is of the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning:
great is thy faithfulness.
Abecedarian and alliteration forms
July 28, 2018
Edited on May 19, 2022
1st place, "ABCEDARIAN POEM" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger; judged on 6/4/2022.
Don't want an attorney I have no defense
for I am ready before any jury to publicly confess
Before you judge me and condemn me cold
I plea for your mercy from all my soul
I cannot live a lonely life untrue
my sweet darling I only love you.
I plea guilty for loving you in the first degree
you can chain my heart and throw away the key
sentence me to a life of loving you
I'll serve my time through and through.
If you judge me and see my chain
I'll lift it up high and gladly proclaim
Yes I am guilty and happy as can be
I'll do the time please never set me free
I cannot live a lonely life untrue
my sweet darling I only love you
I'll serve my time through and through
sentence me to a life of loving you
You can chain my heart and throw away the key
I plea guilty for loving you in the first degree.
A Law — is but a Whisper —
That trembles through the Air —
It binds — the speaking Conscience —
To what it dares declare —
The Truth — may wear a Shadow —
And Fraud — a fair Disguise —
The Jury — peers through Windows —
That open — into Skies —
A Word — can build a Prison —
A Glance — can set one Free —
And Justice — is an Angel —
That cannot always See —
The Fine Line — is a Filament —
Between the Heart — and Oath —
Where one — will perish — speaking —
And one — survives them — both —
So Florida — keeps her Balance —
Upon this Thread — so thin —
That even God — must marvel —
At how it won’t give in —
It was a political arena that he was in
A political arena where they said he could not win.
He was fighting for the rights of man
Someone had to take a stand.
His religious rights were being denied
They said he was a war activist which was a lie.
He believed in the commandment “thou shall not kill”
They wanted to take away his rights of “ free will”.
So his lawyer went to court, and fought
With everything that he was taught.
He knew he had a battle up ahead
But it was a fight he did not dread.
Civil rights were being denied
Freedom to all should apply.
They went to court the very next day
He knew the jury he would have to sway.
He started debating how he should start
When a deep feeling pierced his heart.
He told the jury: if this had been GODS will
He would have taught us how to kill.
Can you find it in your heart to take another mans life
And leave a person without a husband, family, children , wife.
Those words penetrated deep into their minds.
It did not take them very much time.
“ NOT GUILTY” we the jury do find.