Short Unjustly Poems
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I write blank verse (justly)
Enjoying challenges (unjustly)
Good or evil (evil usually)
Not good myself (unusually)
But my God is GOOD (always)
Alas it seems my list has been curtailed
as half my list has been unjustly jailed
all those naughty bits
challenging my wits
I’ve tried and tried again yet always failed
John G. Lawless
©8/3/2019
Life’s unfair-
Unjustly governed-
Less love, no feel for sharing-
But to us the power given-
To right the wrongs unjustly governed-
To make more love, to care for sharing-
To right the wrongs unjustly governed-
Dancing to the tune of iniquity,
Deviously artless in their silent retreat,
Elusively lashing out unjustly,
Pelting out timorous creeds;
A casualty in their vapid beliefs,
Brought upon by diligent lunacy,
Primed in erroneous ideologies.
Imperfect as we are, how can we
begin to grasp the intensity
of His pain, that immense agony
of suffering for humanity?
To be unblemished, yet have to be
the one to bear such cruel mockery,
body nailed to a cross unjustly,
His heart and soul pierced for you and me.
I hate this job completely,
I hate it totally.
It makes no sense any time,
and I'm treated unjustly.
The insurance and the benefits
they say out weigh the stress.
But so far I cannot see it
and I am a total mess.
I hate this job completely,
I hate it totally.
outside
light
a. eruption
thundering
magnificence
such satisfaction
I do not deny
so I remember
my contemporary
unjustly
treated
yet regained
& quite confortable
beautiful gentle good
trusted&believed
but
indifferent
You were once immigrants in this land
And I made you a great nation
Why then are you treating the
New Immigrants
Unjustly and oppressing them
Why you are not treating them the same under the law
Why they are not part of your inheritance
Change your ways or
You will be immigrants again
I am
Unjustly stymied, down by law,
The good citizen balks, throws his -
Monkey wrench into the grinding gears of society:
"They all be damned."
But freed, aided,
The good citizen (Way, will) makes straight that path,
Turns forward the Great, Lasting Wheel of Society,
For the benefit of all.
I never meant to hurt them
They are my family
But I cannot determine what
These people want from me
Why do they get so jealous
And value only pride
When all this time I tried to show
That I am on their side
Because I only love them
I thusly ask them hence:
Stop accusing me unjustly
Use your common sense
Where is this place
They talk about in space
A place you can't see
The stairs that lead
Only fit one
So i guess
Loss isn't a pun
While we watch loved ones rest
In a world full of lies
Jesus can be anyone
With just the right words
In the wrong eyes
For all believers
I as
If God is almighty
Why has evil taken over unjustly
Your
emotional tornado
my unjustly sentence
rips through each dying organ
Powerful devouring,
Leaving infinite gaping holes
But my heart,
my heart
is slowly shredded,
piece by anguished piece
Igniting the flames that char my soul
Shadowed remains of what once was
Now eternally etched with darkness
With nothing left to feel
Not even hate
Friday morning, here I stand on a hill, alone again
Trying to brave the heat and the pain
Thinking about tomorrow from the shadows of yesterday
Misty is the path of today
But I still believe that each morning brings the sunshine
That one morning when time is right, I shall be fine
For, when I die today, it's unjustly immature
Hoping to live till day of rapture
My height hurts my height,
I mean of freedom,
freedom in any angle,
mainly for my inner self.
Unjustly treated height,
opportunities between my fingers,
anger conquering my heart,
hurting that right of love,
mercilessly.
The time is near,
for heights to faint
and have no more control,
over love, trust and opportunities,
through sacrifices, sweat
and sweet fruits.
Am i right to have questions?
the perspex of time eludes me.
Am i right to compound others betrail?
is it wrong for the taxation of sunshine through a window?
does the dictionary not say, wrong is to treat unjustly.
or wrongful an injurious unjust?
can i writhe on this subject?
or can i just wriggle?
a burdensome duty is a deresion,
a fallacy,a mistaken idea.
its just a delusion.
Apparently I’m just a tool
Destinies fool.
But I refuse the jesters part
Of this proceeding court.
What map has fate graphed?
That stalks my epitaph
What star harbors doom?
The ethereal gloom
Must my ship,
So gallant and fierce,
And blades tip,
Unjustly pierce
The veil of this play
Fates arranged day.
Where can chance ring
Where I can freely sing
My path unfold
My future withhold
My destiny untold.
Form:
WINTER TALE
A true story
abandoned pit bull
his owners have moved away
just an empty house
he’s been left outside to freeze
sits and stares in disbelief
the dog doesn’t know
whether to whine or to bark
decided to bark
he would summon his master
and he loudly pleads for hours
some men come at last
they are from the pet control
neighbors have complained
oh pray he’ll be adopted
not unjustly put to sleep
Dave Austin
Sorrow overwhelms us as we think of you
Antics entertainment Heaven took from us
Sweet and kind and loyal knowing just the truth
Suddenly and unjustly without care or fuss
Agony continually storming upon us
For You always grasped the Tone of Human Soul
Restless, curious Needle Lengenthing our Gap
And Above in Heaven angels still behold
Still the Shadow of Your Presence Haunts us
Silent grief distressing more than moaning cries
People are gonna have their opinion.
People are gonna talk their smack
People are gonna look down on you
People are gonna laugh at your lack
People are gonna think they’re better
People are gonna categorize you
People are gonna look at you funny,
And people are gonna unjustly despise you.
These are things people can do to
cause us shame, but only if we let them.
The only power people have to cause
us shame is the power we put in their hands.
I should have let it go,
theunkind words they spoke
the phrases unjustly, hurtfully said
but you know me...
My mind thinks and mulls the words
over and over again.
They churn like whipped shakes and malts
until they begin to overflow.
Before realized, they spill over
onto counter tops and make a mess.
Cleanup doesn't serve me well
as the disliked stickiness is spread
Soon, everyone around sees and knows
that thing they said -
I should have let it go,
I was on the cross at Calvary
The day Jesus suffered and died
An innocent Man who took your place
Was unjustly crucified
No one saw me hide my face
But everyone knew my name
I was the reason He had to die
And you were the reason He came
Everyone is a part of me
From the moment of their birth
Just a whisper in the garden
And now I rule this earth
Nailed to a cross at Calvary
As mercy and grace begins
I am what His blood made clean
For I am all your sins