Poetic Justice
His rage arrived before he did—
a slammed door, a bottle’s clatter,
anger breathing louder than love
ever dared to.
Alcohol was his armor,
his excuse,
his slow, faithful accomplice.
He ruled the house with weather—
storms without warning,
silences thick as smoke.
We learned to read the tilt of his glass,
the slur of his footsteps,
the way cruelty passed for strength
when fear went unnamed.
Poetic justice is patient.
It doesn’t raise its voice.
It lets habits finish their sentences.
Cancer did not argue with him.
It did not flinch.
It moved in quietly,
cell by cell,
teaching his body the lesson
his soul refused to learn:
nothing survives constant poison.
The rage had nowhere to go then.
No one to corner.
No child to diminish.
Just a body turning inward,
consuming itself
the way he always had.
In the end,
there was no grand reckoning—
only the math of consequences.
The bottle emptied.
The shouting stopped.
The house exhaled for the first time.
Poetic justice isn’t revenge.
It’s the truth completing its arc.
A life shaped by destruction
meeting its mirror—
and finally,
falling silent.
I went to your retirement.
I needed to be there.
You had deliberately made my life miserable.
Still I thought I needed to attend.
I had mixed feelings inside.
Some would say 'unresolved issues'.
Saw for myself how you were despised.
I closed the loop on that chapter.
It was like watching karma in action:
What goes around comes around.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
She smiled in rooms that cracked her spine,
where beauty bruised and grace meant lie.
They called her calm, not knowing this–
each breath she took was clenched like fists.
The silence praised was not her peace.
It was the cage. She found the keys.
My cousin Vince was no prince you see
Just a bully in the first degree
He'd curse as you went by
Maybe spit in your eye
Or you might get slammed against a tree
Our family knew he was wackadoo
He was our shame and our black sheep too
He might noogie your head
Or just punch you instead
And once he took a pee on my shoe
At last all the locals took offense
And chose to dispose of cousin Vince
It's where it all went down
In our quaint little town
Where they say no one has seen him since
We went to Tegia to capture slaves
And we took some fetters with us.
But in the end, we Spartans were enslaved,
And they fixed our fetters on us.
POETIC JUSTICE
To me, what really is poetic justice?
It's the realm I unlock my muse & sayings.
Poetic justice is unleashing magical piece
that set creativity plain like in matrix;
By that, almost nothing goes amiss.
It's like standing on a precipice.
Ironically, somethin' definitely will miss.
But certainly not my punchlines,
Figures of speech & poetic device.
Poetic justice is like artistic paintings.
It's the finished product of the wright,
This is when I also "set things write!"
Methinks I did justice tonight.
Infinito, justice certainly served right!!!
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Vick Manuel Poetry
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FORM: Sonnet/Rhymes
Copyright ©? November 26th, 2023
She reported everyone for everything
She called IRS, medical boards and more
On Tuesday she got a ring-a-ding-ding
A misinformed SWAT team broke down her door
Words hold so much mystery and power and bleed the heart out
Healing powers of writing down my thoughts are what I try to do.
My mind is lost and so is my soul
Poetic justice
In love I am
Heart of a fool
But to love
so sweet the warmth
Of exposing your true heart
Excitement of the slightest touch from skin on skin
To love
When mocking a rival with mask
Prepare to be taken to task
For you may look dumb
When your test results come
And the public has questions to ask.
Is it simply, as you have made clear,
Like a flu that will just disappear
Or will you, like your speech,
Try injecting some bleach?
We’re on needles and pins just to hear.
All who claim that this virus is fake
Might get ready to see their mistake
For the ones who yell loud
Like the boys who stand proud
May be stuck with some germs they can’t shake.
By Dr Jose Manimala PhD
Doctor, behold, embolden spirit cheer ye,
C M may sharpen yore bloody dagger,
To pierce your brave – heart,
Lo, the fallen mighty, dreams to dust,
Bawd Swapna swoon double - heart,
Golden dreams took wings forever,
Na, crook ain’t my king, no more,
Where chatte queens reign!
Derriere queen is no bloom.
But a sucking vortex!
Poetic Justice, Tupac Shakur, let the man peacefully rest, bullets hitting his chest.
Poetic Justice, we need Justice for the people, Justice for the country, freedom from Corona lethal. Protesters scream Poetic Justice, Poetic Justice, Justice for the people!
We must find our truce our words
When clouds thunder out our hearts to rain
Down to pummel our peace
Where our sanctuary finds so little shelter
To birth contentment in our fate
Rather our solace like oceans of serenity redeem promise
Our spirits reservoir runs deep
With rivers of grace pouring from them
Overflowing with our surrender to beauty
Joy is found
In the absence of complication
Trials and tribulations become distant memories
Above sapphire skies delight sanguine eyes -
Inspiring forthcoming musing of the mind
To conjure our poetic justice
November 16, 2019
Complete the poem - In the absence of complication Poetry Contest
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Spider deftly climbs on by,
Quickly moves on toward the fly.
Ugly, arrogant arach,
In he steals for the attack.
Silently devours his prey,
Hungry still, he moves away.
Enter bored and grumpy cat:
Death to spider, whack and splat!
Of course I would never consider your harm a
Deliciously fitting comeuppance of karma;
I only confess that I might have enjoyed a
Judicious, wee smidgen of slight schadenfreude.
(Written 21 Dec 2018 for Caren Krutsinger's "Bunny Jump" rhyme contest.)
I landed in Poet's Court
Caught me speeding in my Sonnet
They judged it a rhyme crime
According to the officer's pentometer
I was doing 50 in a 25 word zone
I'm pleading for comma relief
Hoping to be released to free verse
Under supervision of course
Fortunately there's no sentencing in poetry
Maybe they'll just revoke my poetic license
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