Magistrates Poems | Examples

Attired In Elysian Clothes Like Deity

Nocturnal dreams of midnight fantasies 
neon flowers alongside scented lily pads 
Rippling clouds, crossings on the moon 
magnetic fields of bluing yes I see 

Angels flying, flitting, round the globe 
calling over stars to light the path
Magistrates of heaven glorious chants 
soft and mellow pastel like the sea 

Beatific vocals soft as voices of the earth 
enigmatic secrets of a society un-known   
Cooing doves fragrances of evening musk,  
Divine Beings attired in Elysian clothes like Deity.

Miles Tones

You spoke a new language
  of rarefied air
  guided nonchalantly 
  through curving channels of brass

Conduits of cool
  juries of jazz
  floating past soulful valves 
  harbingers of what will come

Slender fingers
  improvising storylines
  magistrates of melancholy
  bailiffs of bop

Miles from the mainstream
  a milestone of 
  modern modalities 
  kind of blue

Distinction Gone Into Extinction

Where does one find True Extinction
Long gone into sad extinction?

Know I some doubly soiled magistrates
Clean for their mansions with balustrades,
A wife-beater philanthropist
Who would not pay for bandaged wrist,
A lauded sharp shooter commando
Who fired and missed stalked Fernando 
And doctor who called colleague 'Dummy'
But swab forgot in patient's tummy...
And it's second missionary journey
Prompting a bribing of Attorney.

Good Friends,One Family

GOOD FRIENDS,ONE FAMILY

Obviously we can judge without Magistrates
As life has being turning around.
In the ups and downs,
And in the midst of failures and success,
We've met a lot of people.
Some became our friends,
Some became our enemies,
And still some became our frenemies.
But we don't know the price,
We got to pay for the good friends,
who've become a family.
In the course of hard times,
And in the course of good times, 
They keep us accompanied,
Without dividing their love in percentages.
Their words and actions mend our broken hearts,
So much that, we've held them with golden trusts.
And forthy as now of such strong love,
Our hearts testifies of the best gems we all have.
Which defines us as good friends,one family.

Auslander

The Ausländer
David J Walker

We share the world with sinners
We share the world with saints

We elect ourselves the oft mistaken 
magistrates 

Who mediates 
The distribution of the various 
prison tattoo’s 

Branding with scarlet letters 
The cautions of crossed pathed 
		Possibilities

each emblem 
the feared
confession of Caine

The smokey glass window stained with 
		the flawed and 

overexposed soul 
of someone who knows
		he/she

will always be 
		an  Ausländer

Totalitarianism

Fascism
Totalitarianism
Authorism
Drawing out side the line, makes one trapped outside an unlawful state.
As your state magistrates are filled with implorable hate.
Full of perfidious traits.
Picking on minorities, women, and small children.
An extension of your proposition.

Consistency

"Consistency"
by:  Eric L. Boddie

Contemplate, debate hate
Rate state magistrates
Mate great fates
Wait....date late
Deflate straight weight
Emancipate inmate traits
Dissipate irate gates
Indicate!  Investigate!  Litigate!
Incarcerate?  Degradate?  Incinerate?
Rejuvenate!  Captivate!  Demonstrate!
Innovate!  Motivate!  Fascinate!
Anticipate!  Dedicate!  Articulate!
Communicate....congratulate....exonerate
Infiltrate....penetrate....interrogate
Implicate!  Detonate!  Annihilate!
Separate?  Segregate?  Disintegrate!

Spirit Reign--

I know this the sun don't shine in the middle of the darkness in the moon don't glow in the rain but all so I know that God is creator of all and everything this is what I sing he ever rain
Glorious glorious things miraculous King
Almighty God creator of all
Magistrates dictates love awaits
We the children you are Father to all

I know that The Valleys aren't covered in water
And the birds don't sleep in the Wind
And I know that this body that I'm visiting isn't the real me
For My Soul and Spirit Reigns
Alleluia all creation come before Him Let Us Praise Him
Let's  us adorned in His

4/23/70
Written word by James Edward Lee 1970, 2019

Keepers of the Realm

Who cries for them for they do not weep?
Who cares for them for many do not keep?
Who sees for them for their eyes are shut?
Who eats for them of serving an empty gut?

The sun is theirs for the cold surely comes,
Nights are long for darkness always numbs…
As the frost sits upon their noses and thumbs,
And dinner awaits upon tables of their crumbs.

The clothing they wear does slowly evaporate,
For the churches and institutes do celebrate…
Along their wills and demeanors that do abate,
And the magistrates of conformity do dictate.

Keepers of my brothers so little time is left,
As they prepare the gallows for their theft…
Echoes of anguish as they null in their bereft,
Prisoners of time when captured in their arrest.




June.14.2019
Move me Poetry
Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux
Background music by Metal Heroes... 
A tribute to Tool~' Sober


N/A for contest

Turing Tested

He proved, with a skill irrefutable,
Some functions to be uncomputable.
   His run sadly halted
   When magistrates faulted
His code-breaking love as unsuitable.

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(Alan Turing was a brilliant pioneer in the development of computer science. Among other achievements, he is remembered for proving that it is not possible to compute a general solution to the problem of whether or not a given program will ever halt, and for his so-called "Turing test" approach to the question of what artificial intelligence would mean, and for the pivotal role he played in breaking Nazi codes in WWII. His tragic early death is thought to have been a suicide, perhaps motivated at least in part by the horrifying legal prosecution he endured for his homosexuality.)

My Words Are Under Fire

My words are under fire
by the PC police for hire
the outcome appears dire
as the stakes keep gettin’ higher

so I write with tongue in cheek
daring them to take a peek
and in reading loudly shriek
we must stop him – he’s a freak.

So the game of words progresses
in a quagmire of word messes
before magistrates in dresses
an inquisitor confesses

that the words are but a token
it’s the idea that they’re spoken
and our PC rules are broken
from the doldrums they have woken.

As their fire licks the pages
listen to the flaming sages
burning in their PC cages
cursing censorships dark phases

first its promise to empower
those held hostage in the tower
so that now they can devour
the soul of each wildflower.

So beware their flaming curse
as they plunder rhyme and verse
and the muse slowly coerce
with virtue’s piety perverse.


©9/12/2018

for – Playing With Words Under Fire Poetry Contest

Beyond the Breakers

Beyond the rugged linoleum sheen
of stamped moribund improprieties
where life is nothing but a deep-sixed scene
lost in the postmarked cliffs of postcard seas;

Beyond the frozen wake of guilty flight
taken by seagulls, judged by magistrates,
whose dispassionate paths, once brought to light,
shimmered as dull incomplete figure-eights;

Far from horizons of tidal-wave's shore,
seen beneath midnight’s refusal to glow,
alone, for one,  I pace forevermore,
as my insanity plays quite a show:

Visions return me where all’s well and fine -
Beyond the breakers, where, for me, the stars still shine.  

2/10/2017

Faith Without Works

Civil whoring: such architectural engineers of governmental grant of freedom.

Yea to bruise themselves,
lo, the magistrates
by way of horse-like member,
oh pearls before swine.

Wanting freedom of association 
--although prohibited --
she will meet the quota.

Godly engineered to preserve
cultural integrity:
she will find freedom
its demise.

Drinking intoxicating semen
in a coat of many colors 
there she takes her meal
fooling the blind.

Thinking temptation could never find her. 

© S. Wesley Mcgranor

Martyrs Or Magistrates

Seldom, if ever
Do the people
Whose crosses we feel we have
Nailed ourselves upon,
Fully appreciate the sacrifices
We believe we have made
On their behalf

Seldom, if ever
Do the people
Whose moral defects we feel we have
The right to pass judgement on,
Fully accept the pronouncements
We felt entitled to make
From our superior position

There Is Nothing Like a Dame

THERE IS NOTHING LIKE A DAME –
and there is no dame like a building society or a bank!

There may be nothing like me, but I assure you
the world would have gone to hell but for organised sex -
if boys and girls were left to nature’s provenance,
a person like me would be nowhere at all.

Oh, I know how to milk attraction
and stabilise what is essentially of short duration:
if boys and girls were left to innocence
there’d be no delighting old men.

If that sounds unfair, I didn’t make the rules -
all this spontaneity leaves everyone very poor,
the Church, the magistrates and the building societies
are all depending on the regulation of love.

It’s the people who won’t smile who bother me,
hard fitted, easy suited, do they think it’s all for free?

(C) Rosemarie Rowley


From IN MEMORY OF HER (2008)

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