Carrying their brief to Washington Street
Ready to present before the court
A solicitor’s compelling case
Based on the law of tort
The judge arrives on the circuit
Yet in his ways he is hardwired
To let this case run on forever
An efficient ruling, anything but
An hour later, the judge cries
“Time to break for lunch”
Soon, we’ll find the defendant’s motives
About which I have a hunch
Across the street lies there
A sandwich and hot tea
Although those desperate junior counsels
Will beg for soup from you and me
Come evening, sessions close
There’s a bus home from the quay
Emails from the Law Society
Ask us to record our CPD
A faded white shirt
accents his rumpled brown suit
He takes his place unobtrusively
sits content, quietly
His preferences pedestrian
narrowly bourgeoisie
Guests sample exotic liquors
His pleasure is tea
He cares not for flaming duck, nor for pheasant-under-glass
His pudgy fingers put a chokehold on a peanut butter sandwich
For dessert, the raspberry tort was recommended
~ Buffett pockets two mints, peppermint-scented
____________________________________________________
Of course, it's 'The Oracle of Omaha!' Is there any other Buffet
on the world's radar?!
A Florida Man was in court
defending an arson report.
A lawyer for hire,
his pants caught on fire;
at least he now understands tort.
Denying the arson attack,
he need not be bothered with facts.
His extemporaneous:
the car burst spontaneous,
like his e-cig battery pack.
—————
A Florida lawyer was in court defending his client against an arson charge by suggesting the car spontaneously caught fire, when the e-cigarette battery pack in the lawyer’s pant shorted and set his pants on fire…
L’amoureux brindezingue dit non avec la tète
Le cerveau fort agité amèrement s’embête
Pendant qu’il dit oui avec le cœur enflammé
D’un amour incertain, embaumé et emmitouflé
Oh ! Quelle bête! Les femmes ont toujours raison
Même quand elles ont tort. La gravité défie la raison
Dit-on, d’un air funambulesque et prodigieux
L’amour à sens unique est bizarre et malheureux
Quelle folie de se voir noyer dans l’entonnoir de l’étang
Le fou rire le prend, le cancre a gaspillé tout son temps
L’amoureux désaxé au lieu de rencontrer le grand bonheur
Se voit masquer dans les cendres noires d’un triste malheur.
Copyright © Avril 2022, Hébert Logerie, Tous droits réservés
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs recueils de poésie.
Palate of my art
A blank page
So dark
The velvet blackness
Of naught
Caught my frustrations
So fraught
With turbid
Thought
To free oneself
Of constructed
Tort
To feel
My self
My pen
My thoughts
Express it
With self-colour
An Echo
To bounce
Upon
This page
First day
No way
Lost book
He took
No good
A hood
Bad thief
My beef
Loud shout
Found out
Poor schnook
A crook
In court
Have tort
No bail
In jail
Too bad
Not sad
I did a dodgy job of mending
The backyard gate.
Mellow memories still feel like gaping gallows,
They perch like birds do on the fence
And eat all the seasoned grapes.
I thought reminiscing
About tort predecisions
Was an act that had distanced itself
From my street.
But those aches
Of the past still hang around
My back gate
Like dog s**t on the lawn,
Where's that darn rake?
The grass hasn't been mowed in weeks
And those nosy neighbors pretend
To know me or what type of fertilizer I use
Or what flowers are in bloom
On my porch.
Fake talk.
Maybe it's time I picked up some nails
From the hardware store and
Mend those hinges.
something to keep me afloat
Whenever I am at nought
Has become a kind of antidote
A coping mechanism of a sort
A comfort blanket, a coat
Whenever feeling distraught
Always making a constant note
Expressing my every thought
No matter how it be remote
Whether its long or its short
What ever it is I have wrote
Has always been self tort
follow on from poetry was all one write at one everything back on soup updated
It's Harassment, Baby oops
By: Tom Wright
8/19/00
These things offend,
know I, tis true.
in these, I've been schooled,
now I tell them to you.
An innocent touch, a wayward look,
a word or threat aimed another's way.
Is today, considered harassment,
and that party has final say.
Were not to needle, mock, or jab,
to razz, or quip, gibe or jeer.
To scorn, roast or ridicule,
and whatever you do, don't leer.
It's best that we not banter words,
deride, intimidate, or taunt.
Should you be one inclined to joke,
these too, you must not flaunt.
We must not rile another,
even though it be in jest.
Sneering, too, is not allowed,
so put those thought's to rest.
Another's traits never mock,
nor offend with apparel you doff.
Find not within reason to knock,
while daring not to scoff.
Belittling another isn't right
nor take occasion to tease.
But other than these few things
treat other's as you please.
In meeting, should I, not extend a hand,
and appear to have little to say.
It won't be because I am snobbish,
but fear a Tort Lawyer coming my way.
IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : LXVI
LXVI
IF ever I had even a third-rate useless country
And if ever I were say by wishful thinking put in-charge of the Propaganda Ministry
I would campaign to enthrone a Law as an inalienable right of every citizen or migrant
To publicly proclaim and denounce by any means at his disposal if he had incontrovertible
……..evidence on any culprit
Who was the author of some tort or crime - without having to pay some lawyer - against ……..himself or some other knitwit
And have this Law enshrined into the Constitution large and loud writ
That is, if ever through even wishful thinking I were the Propaganda Secretary
And even if I never ever had no third-rate useless country
© T. Wignesan - Paris, October 5, 2018
Bob’s accident was not "too" bad;
young lady with both legs broken.
Driving on drugs, he’s ultra rad;
“Go to Rehab,” judge has spoken.
Meanwhile... she goes to rehab too;
Bev learns to walk again, wahoo.
When laws and legs guys freely break,
what’s “legit” walks off the pages.
Their lawyers give this bellyache,
“We don’t put addicts in cages!”
Meanwhile... last time Bob tests a tort,
Bev appears as lawyer in court.
written May 26, 2018
So hailed a once sophistic court -
Dealt and felt, their mordant tort ...
If e'er the fount divulged its queen,
From seeping wrists ... what might have been.
(Out of Eden IV)
I’m cross as I cross The Cross
And wonder as I wander
My Spirit has rejected the spirit in me
For fear that it’s fare is fair.
The cause of my ‘coarse’, of course
Is as tied, as the tide betides
Fight then the fete of fate with faith
The feat, by the feet, defeat.
The bait of my bate the debate
As I bare the obeah that I bear
I’m taut with thought of tort I’m taught
Indecent descent to dissent.
Now, Requiem of Carpe Diem
Like a fool, I lived life to the full
My sinews of sins are a scene of obscene
Whether it’s seen or unseen.
It’s whether I’ll weather the weather
Just pray that I’m not the prey
My life is a life, in life, for life
Too dear and so dear to ‘dare’!
Please pass me a piece of peace
And sing me a song sung strong
To laud The Lord as loud as allowed
His Reins shall arraign to Reign.
(The Fg 81.5.8)
Fiction
that spells hypnosis
Statements
with taste
Or state mints
used as comedic clarity
What's funny is
They misunderstand themselves.
People
and what they say
When thought
is opposite of tacitness
Karmic gluttony
is the result.
Paper cut thin sized warts bleed inward
and mark the face of discussion
with its smiling frown
its unapproachable easy goingness
its happy go lucky blank headiness...
This welcomes the reply
or tort of vanity
One word against the other
The spellings and pronunciation even disagree
If frustration isn't the cause
what remains is unexplainable
and incomplete.
there once was a man from afar
who stood and held forth at the bar
but the tort he invoked was no more than a joke
in defence of the hot pink galah
now the judge who was wearing a wig
when he heard this did dance him a jig
for a poor constitution conveyed no solution
in the case of the flight of the pig
so the case was referred to the crown
who replied with a quizzical frown
how dare this galah make a pig fly so far
i refer to the case of the clown
but the clown at the back of the court
said surely there's more of import
than pigs and galahs who can fly through the bars
when the judge is so easily bought
galah: 1-gregarious australian pink and grey parrot notable for its often comical behaviour
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