Is there any DNA identification leeway?
Can a savvy forensic scientist fake the results?
Can their opinion and bias overrule guilt and innocence?
Do they sometimes work on a relative’s case....
without divulging their relationship?
Questions which will probably never be answered.
Scary, isn’t it?
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
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
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
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.
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).
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
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
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
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!
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.
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? 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
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
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
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