Overrule Poems

Not Fancy

To tickle my fancy,
I like places plain.
From fancy environments,
I must abstain.

The same goes for clothing
And housewares and food.
For anything showy,
I’m not in the mood.

I sometimes like funky
And whimsy is cool,
But gaudy or flashy
I would overrule.

I don’t want things boring
Or sterile or bland,
Yet there’s lots of room
Between tepid and grand.

I thrive in the middle,
For deep in my gut,
I’m far from a pedigree,
More like a mutt.

AT THE COURT

At the Court

I was tried 
Felt I'd tried
At the bare
Crazy judging blare
Fair he held to plank

Decided my fate 
Said to him, I hail
Nay to being guilty 
I tried it to defend 
Instinct won't feud
What the mind has to say

At justice to rule
Where I took a bake
Of the jungle that overrule
Saying my eyes at stake 
Instinct judging morale
Who'll be free, all has a say
At the front of the law calling 

Arise to my call
A call to justice 
Silent not the instinct
That molds out  golden name
His rule will suffice to say
Who'll save morality, as all has to say

Rain

Listen to the rain friends
It's a symphony for life
Often slow and steady, but
Sometimes thunderous, loud, and rapid
There are crescendo's and decrescendo's
Pray for rain, dance for rain
Curse the rain, dance in the rain
Who'll stop the rain?
Rain a grand "contronym for life"
The choice of God to destroy the unrightous
Nothing can survive without it
Dark and dreary depressive days of rain
Ones intellect must overrule the mood
Knowing rain will only stay for a spell
Listen to the rain friends
It's a symphony for life
The rainbow nature's narcotic for natural high
Captivating, enchanting, and elevating to behold
Sing songs about the rain
Create grand metaphor's for rain
Love the rain, detest the rain
Listen to the rain friends
Listen to the rain

Embrace Rationality

Author Dana Redricks
July 22, 2023

Choose Wisely, rise Above emotions. In the movement and flow of life’s endless tide, don’t let emotions be your guiding light, for in hasty choices, regrets may reside, instead, choose wisely, with a logical sight.

Emotions, a tempestuous sea that can pull, clouding the judgment, blurring the view, but with a rational mind, you can overrule, and make choices that lead to a future anew.

Let not anger or fear be your steering guide, but let wisdom and reason take the helm, in the face of adversity, stand tall and stride, let your choices be planned, not overwhelmed.

For emotions, they dance like flames in the wind,
Flickering, volatile, unpredictable and strong, but a calm mind ensures clarity, rescinded, and propels you to a path that is proven and long.

So, dear wanderer, in life’s intricate game, don’t let emotions dictate your every move, choose wisely, rise above and reclaim the power to shape your destiny and groove.

Embrace rationality, let it be your creed, for with clarity, your choices become ever clear, navigate life’s waters with a calculated speed, and watch your dreams and aspirations draw near.

A Few Lines Straight From My Heart

I'm no legal expert, I'm the first to say
    Nor do I live in Israel, though I'm a citizen anyway
  But it's hard to watch a proposal tear my country apart
    So I'll write a few lines here, straight from my gut and my heart

  What if Congress could overrule the US Supreme Court's every decision
    It seems a surefire path toward unprecedented division
  Imagine Roe vs. Wade subject to Congressional wrangling and supervision
    The resultant laws, a recipe for chaos, scorn and derision *

  So, that parallels what's been proposed in Israel's judicial revisions **
    ~ likened to an axe making the finest of incisions



  __________________________________________________________ 
  *With every change of power in Congress, (almost every election these 
    days), Roe vs. Wade would be revisited and redecided. Heaven help us!

 **By a majority vote of Israel's Parliament (Knesset), Israeli Supreme 
     Court rulings could and would be overturned. (And with each shift in
     the ruling majority's composition, a fresh round of overturning could
     and would begin).

The Two Parallel Lines

Two parallel lines will never meet
Even to the infinity
All the evils and greeds of mankind 
Are preventing us from finding 
The truths and logics of life
We are travelling in two parallel lines 
With God and the universe
Truths and logics are hidden and twisted 
Many politicians always prevent us 
From finding the truths and logics of life
So that they can overrule the true world
The truths and logics of life
So that they can control, monitor and dominate the people
We have to be alert and wise
We have to divert our directions
Will we

Chapter Sceptre

Essence blend never before encountered
    Requests he bury his nose in her blouse
    Eloquent outrage smoothly surmounted
    Decisive fair decorum she endows


    Petals and pepper sauce complexity
    Cerebellum pillows King's heavy head 
    Slave to prime advisor dexterity 
    Burdensome thoughts bedside storybook read
    

    Prominent gem on band of platinum 
    Temptation's tassles draped in possible
    Syrup super glue subtle acumen
    Fairy floss buffer from bosses hostile


    Daily chest chainmail pools in her presence
    Regal defender dumbfounded in reverence





                20th October 2022

                 Two Will Overrule

Who Steals Justice

We don't know who steals justice
But we know who steals your heart
Greed steals your heart
And your heart steals justice
At the very beginning
Conspiracy is set 
Unfair rules are set
Overlapping and overlapping
Overrule and overrule
It takes tremendous time and effort
To discard them one by one
Greed is just like cancer 
Which spreads and spreads
A long suffer indeed
Before it's cured

Unexpected

Sometimes, things do not go as planned.
Sometimes, you lend, or need a hand.
Sometimes, the small can just expand
Or float off into fairyland.
Sometimes, we do not understand,
Or overrule, or countermand.
It dulls the mind when all is canned;
The unexpected can be grand!

Highs and Lows

My day was filled with highs and lows
But isn’t that the way life goes?
The joys show up and then the woes;
That’s what’s to be expected.

So smiles are followed fast by frowns;
We alternate the ups and downs,
With neon moods that switch to browns
And leave us quite dejected.

Of course, our focus, if we’re cool,
Should be the highs, which give us fuel
To plow ahead and overrule
All negatives detected.

God's Peace Eased Rustic Grief

Strains are carefully prevented with a tangle.
Were you eager for me to return to my angle?
It restored its fiery vigor due to the treble hook.
As a result, I wiggle akin a fish in the hope of a look.

In this yet another piece, rusty tones overrule.
On a grimy patio, a rusted-out rock bewails. 
Your deft touch lashed a pale face balky.
Worries that don't seem to act away quickly.

Your anile escape boots are no longer active.
There was a recent rise of a rich perspective.
A pair of delicate slippers were subtly conveyed.
It's two sizes vaster and boasts a range-wide.

The earthy angst of your cramped spine. 
Waning whine faded by a support divine.


Written: October 21, 2021

Global Reset - God Help Us

Global Reset?  That may sound grand- 
   but many do not understand,
      their New World Order is the goal-
a world divided, as a whole.

Two classes only, on the way-
   Elites and those who will obey.
      Then equity will be the rule;
equality- they'll overrule.

The total world will be one class-
   to follow laws Elites will pass.
      A robot, each of us will be;
controlled- yet told that we are free.

Who are these brash Elites, you ask,
   responsible for this grim task?
      Leaders who preach- "for thee- not me"
and each greed-filled monopoly.

No need to use our skills to work-
   Elites will pass another perk
      to make us feel that we're cared for; 
to our own choices- close the door.

While people live an aimless life
   and made to feel that it is rife-
      Elites get richer by the day-
each one of us- a castaway.

Pandemic- used to test their skill-
   to keep us bound with no free will.
      To date, they've managed very well-
Oh God, please help us break this spell!


July 2, 2021

Contest: New World Order
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori

Corona Virus

We wont even compare you with a ghost.
Even everyone wont able to touch a ghost,
But you are more than the ghost.
Because everyone knows haunt of ghost.

You corona virus, you are really overrule.
Who can stand on your way?
Who can say word to you?
No one, No one, No one.

As no one knows your weakness,
You are really enjoying blood.
You are gnawing by your way.
At least you can tell us where you were hidden yourself.
Or tell us when you will be free us.

Even every eyes are gaze at you,
You do not care.
Even every tears are falling,
You do not care.

Even every mouth are asking apology,
You do not hear and you are keeping extending dead body yard.
Since you started eat, you never get full.
Is true your intestine is too larger.

At least we knows your name.
We hope that tomorrow we will know where you come frome.
And your weakness as well.
So that we will able to stand on your way.

Poem by munyai ndidzulafhi patric

The Purpose of Trials

The purpose of trials
Written: by Miracle Man
2-18-2020

God uses our suffering to attest his power,
and always has a purpose for hardships that we face.
He remains a constant companion during this hour,
not always answering prayer at our desired pace. 


The suffering that we endure is God's teaching tool,
when experiencing trials it's a test of trust.
Though at times, in our thoughts, decisions we'd overrule,
we bear what HE brings because He is never unjust.


Hardships ultimately strengthen our testimony.
Tom

Is God Watching

Is god watching this film of mine?
The movie I’m in right now.
With pistachio nuts, a glass of wine,
rooting for me somehow?

Does he grimace at the screen
or cry when I’m feeling down?
Does he see where I’ve been,
laugh when I’m acting the clown?

Does he see my mistakes, take in
the circumstances which contribute
to an act considered a sin, 
to then overrule it as an attribute? 

Does he know me as a person
and that I have my many faults?
Does empathy exist within 
the deity where perfection is the default?

Or are we all god, one who plays so many parts, 
to then re-enact each upon the screen?
If so there are billions of films to see,
surely enough to last eternity.

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