Short Prosecute Poems

Did Dispute and Would Prosecute

All things that happened we did dispute,
And of all evil may have been the root,
Had proposed,
Case be closed,
To community cause would contribute.

Jim Horn...

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Tired, so tired, these games, you play,
My heart, ripples to the sound, in flute,
With exhaust ion, till the fingers bleed,
I hyperventilate, trying to catch breath,
But I'm so tired, so dog gone, tired, of,
These inflating promises, that you speak,
In return, it's not how, or why, you prosecute,
Your betray able lies, I don't want to hear them,
I won't listen, just got tired, so I got ear plugs.........

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Sleepwalking in my birthday suit
My mother thought was rather cute
But as I aged my little flute
Was soon declared forbidden fruit

Sleepwalking on my chosen route
My teen physique left others mute
Some neighbours claimed they'd prosecute
But soon could see me more hirsute

Sleepwalking as an old galoot
I do not fear a bare salute
My grandson is a new recruit
And just like me, won't give a hoot!...

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Insurrection hearings are here
Over 20 million viewers
Hoping indictments will appear
For all of the evil-doers.
Government coup
What can we do?

Waiting for action for a year
Riots, liars, MAGA spewers.
Give them their due, and shed not a tear;
Prosecute all the wrongdoers.
Jail him post-haste
Trump, piece of waste. 


Jun 13, 2022
Posie Poetry Contest, sponsored by Emilie Pinet...

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A photograph may look cute, 
And lead us to prosecute,
But if you want my advice, 
Literacy to the truth will help us advance,
With questions to entice
Us to read between the lines,
And look between the pixels.

If we want productivity to rise,
We cannot look at a picture and surmise.

If we want productivity to rise,
Only literacy will make us wise,
To the time we are wasting,
With all the pictures we are pasting,
With no room for words that should be informing....

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Through this tempest dark I hear
That small still voice of love
Which fills me now with cheer
And faith in the One above.
Oh dreadful storm approaching
Hurling downward spears of fright
Your thunderous encroaching
Is bereft now of its might!
What horrors now instill thee
Seeking hearts to destitute?
Why bid you to harass me
And my peace to prosecute?
   For naught bids as highly priced
   As God's promise kept in Christ.
 
 

                                    Timothy I Brumley...

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old you must know I was called
I give myself twelve more years
as I never indulged the apostles
just to make sure my pup will be ready
to break an heart long gone in the desert of sahara
hanging on the edge I thrive the walk and the barking
sand in my sandals I can still run and swim you to the end 
the camel I never rode hiding in the shade a bicycle 
I pedal my trade folding to take a ride in a taxi for the finish
and you pigs oinking in a sty I do not care as I am free...

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