Short Indict Poems
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a grand sweeping hand
obscuring insight,
commanding demand
with energies bright
to seize and appease
while motions most sleight
corrupt to disrupt
when skeptics indict.
Indict Trump House Is Proceeding
Trump told many lies while impeding;
Towards destruction country is leading;
Often pausing;
Trouble causing;
Indict him House plans on proceeding.
Jim Horn
Often
words that
condemn
offer salvation
Their
juxtaposition
the blink
of an eye
What starts
to indict
turns into
redemption
The turn
of a phrase
their meaning
— belies
(The New Room: March, 2025)
Time and Fate conspire
To indict my garden of gravel
Where my tears never run dry
To water the flowers of hell
That bloom in the silence of midnight.
I still want to do something for you
Out of my nihilty..
Oct 27, 2008
Form:
I knew a man who wanted all his life to just be right
He challenged every question, every doubt he would indict
And though he struggled earnestly, and battled hard and long
The best that one could say was … that at least he wasn’t wrong
.
The day i learn'd
Not
To say no
Mine indict
hern countenance
tolerate
fangz
mine
sequester'd
If you can't beat him, indict him
If he goes up in the polls, convict him
If he is more popular than ever, imprison him
If he will win by a giant landslide, murder him
If he lives on through his populist movement, smear him
If his movement takes over the world, you always loved him.
Adrift in your eyes
The night is deep
I search raven skies
I cannot speak
What is this embrace
Held to your darkness
I touch your face
I feel the starkness
The powers that be
This mysterious night
Have come unto me
Your rule they indict
I am left to grovel
Desire unyielding
A lecherous hovel
A whim to your wielding
8/4/17
I’d like to turn you in
Point you out
Trick you
You, who evaded me
In my nightly dreams
Like sweat stuck against my skin
Clinging to my skull
Grabbing ferociously
And would not let me go
You are a beauty, my nemesis
And my downfall
Let them catch you
Weigh and indict in the name of injustice
And if they take you
I will still love you
Enamored, infatuated
Blinded by your apparition
Never forget you
Nor your vision
Though you deserve
All the agony
Dine like kings of yore
Savor the relish meant
For lips and hips
As selections indict the mind
Towards crimes we all can
Afford and appreciate
Thwart the slab who conjures joy
In its sublime, mere presence
Make it your own to meet needs
Which wiggle beyond your reach
Settle in with family
Who seize nourishment
Some of yours
Some of theirs
Sum is fine
And in unison or arbitration
We all give way
To the voracious id
We've all been taught
And meant to be.
(3/12/08)
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one's soul does not hide
in one's statements. We
self-proclaim. Self heal
or indict. Our lyrics, our
rhymes, are reflections
of a human spirit manifest
in the sentient world of
physical reality:
How far one has come,
or if to travel well beyond,
is a reckoning for one's
heart-led being –
Let us pray...and then yield,
to Higher, and far Better
judgment, before our text
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