Short Convicted Poems
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I reside in a commune of exconvicts,
Lucky I was never convicted.
I reside in a hallway of rooms of addicts,
Lucky to live here unrestricted.
Madame Déficit
Marie Antoinette
Convicted corrupt coquette
"Let them eat cake" she allegedly said
Revolutionaries roared "off with her head!"
Capital punishment
When a state
Kills a convicted murderer
The state
Becomes like the killer
Murdering the defenseless
In the toxic word
Of justice
CRIMINAL CONVICTED WITNESS
What's that
Bad rap
Accused
Misused
Convict
Misfit
witless
witness
7/31/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Distance starting
Hearts unfailing
Promises a grandeur
Hopeful entitlement convicted
~vitalment
10/6/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Have you ever been convicted of a felony?
Have you ever aborted a baby? ...
Outraged by the second question's premise
~ we shed no tears for the baby's demise
Clear Picture Depicted
A clear picture had been depicted;
Sins caused us all to be convicted;
Big ego we had;
Both sad and bad;
From God's church we were evicted.
Jim Horn
ONE STONE
An Infectious throw
An Accused victim convicted
Who throws? the One Stone
11/05/17
Information Had Been Substantial
All the information had been substantia,
But we heard was purely circumstantial;
Never fail;
Dollar trail;
Trump convicted on data that is financial.
Jim Horn
A mouthful
of hate
A bullhorn
of lies
Dissected
infected
With terminal
pride
Conscripting
the fledgling
Embedded
in brine
Indicted
convicted
True felons
— of time
(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)
He was perceived inadequate
Acostic and accused interactive.
Convicted guilty the free will
Unapologetic even still
Shown bested to be a king
In his own mind such a thing
8/29/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
like a ruminant you digest your own cud
you think that life has things in store for you
baby, it's been game over long time ago
go to your cuffin and void your burdens
every action is still born
every thought is convicted to death
Convicted witch
Who cursed the rich
Will strangle in
A rope-choked grin.
The gallows creaks!
Before two weeks
The duke she named
Collapses, lamed.
His crops decay,
His hair grows grey,
And two weeks more
His lips froth gore.
Form:
innocent child
housed
on a homeless street
crowded
with abandonment
and disparity
is found guilty…
sentenced
to life’s fear
that today
will become
tomorrow
and tomorrow’s
tomorrows
will become next
week…and…
and…
what the hell…
Convicted of raping
Now new game he's playing
He is sex offender
But he changes gender
So he becomes a she
Then the law does agree
The game he now has won
Sent to women's prison
Has something gone amiss
That lets him take the piss?
one day i will not love you anymore
i'll forget there ever was a score
of the holes in my heart you tore
out of my head furthermore
forget you're addicted
and abuse afflicted
like jail convicted
contradicted
i hate you
i do
Form:
Patiently waiting in a line
eyeballed an wary
harsh barking of subterranean cultures
standing weary and inured
to the rotten
fug
the rotten
oxygen
inside the high walls and wire, the weighted stone of
the convicted
existing like convicts
“If I claimed you sexually harassed me,
Who do you think they’d actually believe?
You – the convicted felon,
Or me, with my large melons?”
“You…so I might as well take what I please!”
8/15/11
Received 4th place in "Horrible Bosses Limerick" contest
My enlarged heart
not bears anomaly ... lives full
of love ....
I'm a convinced cardiac
so I love from the heart
who makes me pulse strongly ...
I live with a festive heart,
full of songs and flowers,
always an opened garden,
a watercolor of colors ...!
when i do declare
there is so much we should share
inhale all the air
had elicited
actions should be restricted
could be convicted
while in their presence
was in every essence
enjoy pleasance
had hesitated
things we knew were related
form abbreviated
The guilt of a smile
The hidden scars I bare
Feeling all lost
You have nothing to compare.
A laugh seems strange
As it falls from my lips
All dusty and bizarre
Even to myself
Guilty as sin
Convicted more than once
The feeling of life
Is an unfamiliar touch
Form:
The Light May Shine On Me
Those coming to the aid
Of a justly tried
And convicted
Criminal
Have been hiding in the shade
Of
Trump.
They know they
Are
Complicit
In his crimes
And deathly afraid
Of
Stepping into the light of truth
From a pile of .
K indly open your heart
U nderstand me
N ot just hear me
D on't make it obvious
A mend your judgement
C astigate me yes, But
H ang me not
A venge bitterly
M urder me not
A pprehend my conscious
T ame the animal in me
E xorcise my demons
T ake me to your church
E mancipate my soul
Pug puckered up
Gave the baby a kiss
No one noticed
Not his mother, father,
Or his nanny, a miss
Pug walked away, satisfied and happy
A dog who is sentimental and a bit sappy
Baby woke up and thought something was weird
But had no knowledge of the deed,
So no culprit was accused, convicted or cleared
Dear lord I'm addicted
All my morals are conflicted
The necessities been evicted
I ought to be convicted
And I should be restricted
As it was depicted
Some would say predicted
Once I became subscripted
That I'd soon be afflicted
And definitely unrestricted
It can't be contradicted
'cause to poetry I'm addicted