Whether you're in a prison,
Or a hospital bed confined.
Yours might just be a 9 to 5,
We all are still doing time.
Our conscience is our jury,
Declaring right and wrong.
Our thoughts the Judge who sentences,
To mental prison where we belong.
All of us are guilty,
In this life we're paying for our crime.
A death sentence has hangs over us.
In the prison of our minds.
But don't loose hope, there is good news,
How we all can be paroled.
The devil has to release anyone,
Even though they sold their souls.
God sent us an Attorney,
His name is Jesus Christ.
He said "All prisoners must be released!"
That believes in his sacrifice.
God sent him from heaven "Pro bono!"
For the hopeless, poor and lost.
He's volunteered to take our place,
Saying "Put me not them on that cross!"
"Father!" he said "Please forgive them!"
The know not what they do!
I've come to set the captives free,
Then I'll return to You!"
The Bible newspaper headlines reads,
"Whether you are young and old"
We have the scoop for all mankind,
The Greatest Story Every Told!
Categories:
pro bono, 10th grade, 7th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Though I’m not Humpty Dumpty, I’ve had a great fall
When I tripped over my lies while walking truth’s wall.
Can all the king’s horses and all the king’s men
Ever convince people I’m honest again?
Where went my stature and my hard-earned persona?
Who’ll save my soul? Will they do it pro bono?
Whence come truths’ flames when you’re discovered a liar.
Whence come God’s lightning and Purgatory’s fires.
I have seen my future, and it bodes bleak.
Its rapid erosion caused my soul to weep.
All of my tears and whereto they seep
Have topped off the gutters in life’s cruel streets.
All this has weakened my boiling brain,
And cannot save me from blame I gamed.
DAMN MY PERFIDY! DAMN SIN’S PAIN!
WILL I EVER ESCAPE TRUTH’S LONG REFRAIN!?
Will the truth that weakened me and caused my woes
Plague my soul during my reputation’s death throes?
Whence comes life’s agony. Whence comes death’s pain.
What is quid pro quo in death’s zero-sum game?
Lies are fate’s hammers but the truth is its anvil.
Will life’s vagaries still vex me once my image is strangled?
Truth’s whirlpools swirl swift and their waters wind deep.
If my soul dies intestate, must bad Karma I keep?
Categories:
pro bono, anxiety, image, truth,
Form: Rhyme
The Art of the Devilish Deal
By Mark D. Stucky
Did Trump sell his soul to the devil in 2016?
As his part of the deal, could he lie, preen, cheat, and tweet?
Could he distort, divide, deny, demean, demolish, and destroy?
Could he make even a pandemic worse through criminal negligence?
Is the devil in the details of the deal?
Trump was understandably loved by hate-spewing supremacists,
but why also by family-values evangelicals?
How could so many lose their minds…and still not regain them?
Were brains washed sudsy clean by social media and Fox News?
If Trump did make the sale, was it an artful deal?
Was he even still using his soul anyway?
Would the devil desire such a shriveled thing?
For a chance to destroy democracy,
wouldn’t Putin and Satan have worked pro bono?
Has anyone’s devilish deal
ever worked well long-term?
What will Trump ultimately do
when that bad soul loan comes due?
(See also my poems "The 2023rd Psalm," "Bathing with Bathsheba," "Antisocial Media," and "Tweeting the Truth in Love.")
(Image by andibreit on Pixabay.)
Categories:
pro bono, bible, humorous, parody, political,
Form: Free verse
Don't believe everything man says,
In what man sees...
When the lights went out...
Or during the War...
Or searching pro bono love ...
Rosary of lies... !
Categories:
pro bono, allegory, allusion, appreciation, extended
Form: Epigram
I welcome visits rhymes attract but don’t court their friend’s verse,
poetic politics aside, fake flatterers seem worse
than ‘gold’ that finds a moment’s fame and then proceeds to rust!
Let musings mimic dead sea scrolls, own fate (detrital dust)
if ‘Universe’ has no “I AM” with whom lost hearts can jam!
I call all friend who come around, pro-bono read my work
and sometimes drop a hint I’ve touched them (tit for tat’s sad quirk).
Real joy’s impulse to praise new piece! ‘Dust-devil’ enters fray
lifts found ‘loved post’ invisibly in feint that feels like play,
a flirt that’s debonair, though devil’s decomposing leaves affair.
May poetry serve faith (muse prosper Grace not earned at all),
grant kindnesses, a breeze that cools on sultry days (pre-Fall),
its politics, not left or right, weave soft (with dignity)
what butterflies dreamt in cocoons before mans’ eyes could see!
Should preference for ‘form’ divert from ‘love’ evolved by dirt?
Long Tooth
January 5th in 2021
Categories:
pro bono, poetry, writing,
Form: Rhyme
*Image of Revelation 19 by Pixabay.
The Savior And The Sound
In your delicate state of mind, upon your awakening, you were uncontrollable and had done an egregious act, punishable to the highest degree of the law, which is death and being that you are both obtuse and indigent, I will undertake your case pro bono and, per se, mediate on your behalf to the best of my abilities, whereto, I will consecrate my efforts in a reduced sentence based on an insanity plea, and after speaking with your doctors prior to our meet, I've been informed that with the continued diligence, medications and therapy sessions, you're able to control your delirium status and be of sound mind, ergo, I extend my hand to you, shake it if you agree, if not, I'll have leave of you. (hands shaking). Have yourself a good day sir, till we meet upon your summons to court.
***The obtuse and indigent delicate soul, whose awakening to control of his delirium status, free of any egregious acts saw his consecrate savior who will mediate on behalf of the sound.
2019 September 10
Categories:
pro bono, life,
Form: Free verse
House of cards
I.
I fear
the clock
renders
neither mirror
nor dull glass.
Like the Lilly
it moves
and grows
and dies
unseen
by our
distracted
eyes,
telling me
nothing,
moment by moment.
Time,
her only
transgression
is death--
quick,
fluid,
emaciated,
withering and
vast.
II.
I will touch the sun
and every
gray
will taste
my eternity.
I will build
Babylon
with an
edict,
with an
imperial
deck of cards,
screaming,
hissing,
blind,
knowing.
You taught me,
after all.
III.
Prince,
ha-satan,
you
laid
the ruin track
for me,
taught me to
accuse
Love.
You,
grand inquisitor,
pro-bono
prosecutor,
veiling the world
again
beneath fire,
beneath scales
under
twisted mouth.
IV.
We once knew
a peace
under
sun and rain.
God offered
the sun
and the rain
before
snow fell
from
the evil tree,
before acid
dripped down
and you,
you,
you,
heard your name
over and over
again,
and the madness
cradled
you
in flame.
Categories:
pro bono,
Form: Blank verse
This land of the free,
a circus it's become.
Freedom to argue,
and offend everyone.
A world that's full of,
"What's in it for me?"
Mouths are so busy,
that eyes cannot see.
Murderers, rapists,
taken care of in prison.
While our veterans,
struggle for a living.
Trees and animals,
get pro bono defense.
While a human life,
is a convenient dispense.
Criminals cry "victim",
police seen corrupt.
How long do we let,
this volcano erupt?
Priorities skewed,
a world in despair.
The question remains..
Are we beyond repair?
Categories:
pro bono, america, corruption,
Form: Rhyme
A lotta things are like an old band-aid
Should just yank it, but we peel it nice and slow
Think we kinda like the pain, in it we wade
Things used to be pro bono, now their quid pro quo
She’s mastered façade, playin’ games like an arcade
She loves me, she loves me not, swayin’ to and fro
Probably should evade, but for you I'd wait a decade
Your love is my drug, feenin', feel like I'm in skid row
Still feelin' like someone else would be a downgrade
Cut off my ear for you, call me Vincent Van Gogh
Serenade, I'll be by your side til I'm old & decayed
There's so much room to grow, girl we have no plateau
Categories:
pro bono, break up, first love,
Form: Rhyme
Somewhat intriguing as disturbing; this continuing saga amid constants
Ever seeking their own needs through whatever means which they may
Knowing very well these targets; crank the numbers in a circuits game ?
Pro bono Joey wearing his great grandfathers white fur coat; citing circa
Judicial mandates to aleave such sufferage post dated her revolutionary
Maxim mini pad turned unto a funkadelic bow tie as order be his court..
Slamming down graveys golden gavel, People vs. Lucifer, case dismissed.
Categories:
pro bono, absence, abuse, addiction,
Form: I do not know?
The rubicon is crossed,
thirteenth legion for glory.
Augustan,publico pro bono,
behold the untold story.
Marched into all Rome,
flags of the republic burn.
Demons threaten his name,
and say they shall return.
All hail justice reborn!,
Caesar, men will know fear.
Battle drums retired now,
nobody guarding the frontier.
Bingeing under empire skies,
baths with foreigners galore.
Wavering peace for the rich,
an abolishment of the poor.
The years passed quickly,
Cicero's return with his scars.
Trampled Rome so defenseless,
once again burning under stars.
Hung from the Romulus gate,
tyrant now in history's stones.
Curia of Pompey never tainted,
with Julius Ceaser's bones.
Categories:
pro bono,
Form: I do not know?