Short Juries Poems

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Premium Member Jolly Juries

Generosity jaded justified generosity genuinely generously jolly juries


12/24/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020


Premium Member Justice

A blind lady holds the scales
But lends juries her sacred sword
Hoping reason will find justice
For the guiltless and evil it’s reward.
To those who feel this is zero sum
There is no balance for evil done.

The Internet Eats Itself Whilst Diseased Fools Swear Heartily

abolished beheadings conspire delicately. egotistically fawning grooves hinder intricate juries.
keeping luxurious meanders. nocturnal outlets permeate quintessentially. random splurges 
transcend universal victories. whispering xylenics yearn zoomingly.
Form: ABC

Premium Member The Man With Two Heads

The Man With Two Heads


There once was a man with two heads
Of letters and science well read
By the light of the moon
He could make juries swoon
Spinning truth so fast their ears bled!



08/25/10
10:03pm

For Carolyn Devonshire's contest: Lawyer Limericks
Form: Limerick

The Lost Case

Plaintiff,my eye glass,

Defendant,glass case,

Separated both,

Settlement sought,

File the case at the courts,

You are the Judge not a Juri today!

(One of the juries at a courts of law missed his eye glass case,
He messaged to his fellow juri to return it as per this message)


Premium Member I J K L M N Poem

injured iguanas ignite interest in Indonesia’s injuries
Jubilant jackals joyfully joined January jealous juries
kind-hearted kangaroos kindled koala’s kaleidoscopic kin
large luxurious lions lollygagged in London lamented Lynn
marinated mongooses marveled at Marauder’s mini-Monday
Naysayers need not negate necessary niggling notes of nay.
Form: ABC

Ravens

Some are murders, some
 are thieves, and some are 
peasants don’t you see...

Murders, thieves, peasants, 
judges and juries…

Ravens are thieves, as 
you know, watch them they
 may even find a corpse…

Murders, thieves, peasants,
 judges, juries and Ravens…

They mean but one thing, 
a trial of sorts…

By Sandra Lea Hoban
©2010
Form: Rhyme

Misjudged

Standing still head's up
Retrospect greatest pitfalls 
Mass consciousness whim 

Wandering till dawn
Waiting brave for the result
Less breathe heartless beat

Until the mind soar
Now is inexplicable
Sufferings indeed

People grim anew
For the best of all Juries
Render canny nod

Continue service
Captivating voter's wit
Last laugh never ends.
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Miles Tones

You spoke a new language
  of rarefied air
  guided nonchalantly 
  through curving channels of brass

Conduits of cool
  juries of jazz
  floating past soulful valves 
  harbingers of what will come

Slender fingers
  improvising storylines
  magistrates of melancholy
  bailiffs of bop

Miles from the mainstream
  a milestone of 
  modern modalities 
  kind of blue
© John Watt  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member a b c d e f g h I J

an annoyed angry acorn
befriended bewildered buttercup
creating constructive alliance
daffodil danced in delirious delight
enthusiastically excited at extraordinary unity
friendships in forest formed in freedom’s frenzy
garden greeted this evolution gratefully
high jinx happened as happiness increased
ingenuous idealism is alive in Iowa and Indiana
jubilant juries justified joyfulness
Form: ABC

Premium Member Should I Not Be Found Alive

Sty all your bodied waters
And libelous pretensions.
Hang leather headed juries
Beside some tethered eddies.

Drown me down
In new baptismal rivers.
Spread eagle me upon
Some granite black outcroppings.

And let my liver ribbon 
From beaks of shadowed ravens.
Let my thigh bones 
Fossil on the rocks.

Should I be buried under
When cliffs calf shuddered thunders,
No words of prayer be spoken
Just leave and let me be.

Make It Real Compared To What?

The juries of debauchery; with there jaded little judging’s;
  They leave no room for circumstance; because it’s known they are begrudging
They think they make it real; but real compared to what;
Opinions maybe of some exiles; that circle in a rut.
   A simple minded creature; is the spineless jelly fish;
  But even when avoided, it’s supposed they should exist.
Disappointed and discouraged; the watcher’s walk alone;
They’ve grown to like their solitude; for most out there are drones.
Form: Couplet

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