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"judiciary" poems
O traveler, why lookest thou straight on the road grave and speculative, Depriving your eyes such a beatific sight, See the angelic form standeth behind the window curtain, Come, wait, sit beside me, it’s worth waiting, We both will sing in praise of her And linger until she uncurtains the curtain. You say it’s purposeless Why argue? Isn’t it the reason our maker gives us eyes? Isn’t it the purpose of our mind’s evolution to sing and hail the beauty; at least of her. You won’t believe my word? Impertinence! You will be blinded by her shadow spare her presence; “stare not for long”, What? You say it exaggeration… Bon Dieu! If beauty is not exaggerated where lies its charm. Look! her shadow moving, she is growing impatient as if  getting late to meet her lover. Yes, she wins heart in a look and crushes it in a blink and wins again by smile. Monarch sleeps in her bed Life in right, Death in left hand; she possesses, Judiciary in closet And warriors in purse. Countries bow, world kneel, universe supplicate before her. Stop! Where thou going? Pardon these adynatons, I’m drunk in her beauty. Let us sing then, I’ll lead, you follow Flowers wilting in chilled air, Waiting clouds to part To have a look fair, Of moon… Do see the restlessness in that room? I can sense her ***** heaving, repressed sighs and her fingers twisting, twirling in exasperation, It must be a lover who invented the song, isn’t it? A gloomy firefly in this starless sky Searching his lover Who has lost the light, Wait not moon, rise, help him In his plight… Look! look! The curtain is drawn There she, my sovereign, don’t mistake her eyes for stars. Have a profound look, but not too long; this witnesses only fortunate. What? you lost your vision- But I warned you earlier. Now, who’ll testify I saw her?
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Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 7:43 PM UTC
My Sovereign!
O traveler, why lookest thou straight on the road grave and speculative, Depriving your eyes such a beatific sight, See the angelic form standeth behind the window curtain, Come, wait, sit beside me, it’s worth waiting, We both will sing in praise of her And linger until she uncurtains the curtain. You say it’s purposeless Why argue? Isn’t it the reason our maker gives us eyes? Isn’t it the purpose of our mind’s evolution to sing and hail the beauty; at least of her. You won’t believe my word? Impertinence! You will be blinded by her shadow spare her presence; “stare not for long”, What? You say it exaggeration… Bon Dieu! If beauty is not exaggerated where lies its charm. Look! her shadow moving, she is growing impatient as if  getting late to meet her lover. Yes, she wins heart in a look and crushes it in a blink and wins again by smile. Monarch sleeps in her bed Life in right, Death in left hand; she possesses, Judiciary in closet And warriors in purse. Countries bow, world kneel, universe supplicate before her. Stop! Where thou going? Pardon these adynatons, I’m drunk in her beauty. Let us sing then, I’ll lead, you follow Flowers wilting in chilled air, Waiting clouds to part To have a look fair, Of moon… Do see the restlessness in that room? I can sense her ***** heaving, repressed sighs and her fingers twisting, twirling in exasperation, It must be a lover who invented the song, isn’t it? A gloomy firefly in this starless sky Searching his lover Who has lost the light, Wait not moon, rise, help him In his plight… Look! look! The curtain is drawn There she, my sovereign, don’t mistake her eyes for stars. Have a profound look, but not too long; this witnesses only fortunate. What? you lost your vision- But I warned you earlier. Now, who’ll testify I saw her?
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** A fast-track court in the capital city; A Judiciary of a democratic Country; Hearing the a gang-rape case, reserved its order on the quantum of Punishment for the four convicted in the Gang-rape and ****** of a 23-year-old innocent girl A 237- page judgment, Noting that that the Crime was committed in an extremely brutal manner. “The major part of her intestine was pulled out from the body,” the Doctor  said. The prosecution has sought the death penalty for the four convicts, while the Defense lawyers for the Convicted are pleading for a lenient verdict. The arguments in the gruesome gang-rape case are over and sentencing will be announced at 2.30 pm on Friday, 13th September, 2013 "The sentence which is very appropriate is nothing short of death," special public prosecutor told the court. “The common man will lose faith in the judiciary if the harshest punishment is not given “ the Judge remarked; Guilty of ****** Gang **** Unnatural *** Criminal conspiracy,   destruction of evidence, Kidnapping and attempting to **** the  eyewitness  said The fifth convict Committed suicide in Tihar Jail in March this year The sixth convict was a juvenile at the time of the incident and has been given a three- year term in a reformation home. A fast-track court, A Judiciary of a democratic Country will order Stop Crime against women ! “Hang them, Not let them go free” ** ______________________________________________ BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 7:32 AM UTC
“ Hang them, Not let them go ! ”
An Irish judge recently commented that cyclists should pay insurance to protect people driving over priced cars.   I suggest that idiots in powerful positions in the judiciary should pay insurance for the possible damage that they may cause to this country. Cycling is the last vestige of the romantic, facilitating free movement with minimal dealings with capitalists, exploitative business people, bus drivers, and the self interested.
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Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 8:14 AM UTC
An Irish Judge/About a bicycle
Down in the ghetto, real ****** stand together Me and my 2nd in charge had an alibi that breezed us on through Sued the NY Times and their racist news for they had no clue about us The judge winked us both off and later was paid what he was due Corrupt, corrupt judiciary The reasons for this are mostly monetary No questions ... it’s just customary While the Judges, Lawyers, Popo’s, too Lookin’ for a way to make a few extra dimes They were askin’ ‘bout, tryin’ to cash in, all da time What judge or man wouldn’t agree ‘bout raisin’ a little bread on da side No questions ... it’s just customary I then asked a judge, why doesn’t the NY Times take a bribe, so they don’t need to report all da crimes I listened with intrigue and right away I saw the signs Then my eyes closed tighter, as I hear what he describes Judiciary started callin’ and Popo’s started fallin’ Shhhush . . . it’s just customary While the Judges, Lawyers, Popo’s, too Lookin’ for a way to make a few extra dimes They were askin’ ‘bout tryin’ to cash in, all da time What judge or man wouldn’t agree ‘bout raisin’ a little bread on da side No questions ... it’s just customary Well the New York Times is owned by the Irish and not by a wealthy enclave of Jews I think I just made my very last mistake He fired a pistol from under his robe and shot me to da ground And I heard him sayin’ “Never **** with da men in da gown” Corrupt, corrupt judiciary The reasons for this are mostly monetary I’d asked to many questions ... it’s just customary While the Judges, Lawyers, Popo’s, too Lookin’ for a way to make a few extra dimes They were askin’ ‘bout tryin’ to cash in, all da time What judge or man wouldn’t agree ‘bout raisin’ a little bread on da side No questions ... it’s just customary.
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Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 7:11 AM UTC
Never **** With Da Men In Da Gown
Down in the ghetto, real ****** stand together Me and my 2nd in charge had an alibi that breezed us on through Sued the NY Times and their racist news for they had no clue about us The judge winked us both off and later was paid what he was due Corrupt, corrupt judiciary The reasons for this are mostly monetary No questions ... it’s just customary While the Judges, Lawyers, Popo’s, too Lookin’ for a way to make a few extra dimes They were askin’ ‘bout, tryin’ to cash in, all da time What judge or man wouldn’t agree ‘bout raisin’ a little bread on da side No questions ... it’s just customary I then asked a judge, why doesn’t the NY Times take a bribe, so they don’t need to report all da crimes I listened with intrigue and right away I saw the signs Then my eyes closed tighter, as I hear what he describes Judiciary started callin’ and Popo’s started fallin’ Shhhush . . . it’s just customary While the Judges, Lawyers, Popo’s, too Lookin’ for a way to make a few extra dimes They were askin’ ‘bout tryin’ to cash in, all da time What judge or man wouldn’t agree ‘bout raisin’ a little bread on da side No questions ... it’s just customary Well the New York Times is owned by the Irish and not by a wealthy enclave of Jews I think I just made my very last mistake He fired a pistol from under his robe and shot me to da ground And I heard him sayin’ “Never **** with da men in da gown” Corrupt, corrupt judiciary The reasons for this are mostly monetary I’d asked to many questions ... it’s just customary While the Judges, Lawyers, Popo’s, too Lookin’ for a way to make a few extra dimes They were askin’ ‘bout tryin’ to cash in, all da time What judge or man wouldn’t agree ‘bout raisin’ a little bread on da side No questions ... it’s just customary.
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we stood in our scarlet, costco bought handmaiden costumes wordlessly taking a stand because words matter it is a stoic thing to make history kamala harris wisely having her moment so far, the height of her career then we re-enacted various episodes of House of Cards all in front of Judiciary Committee afterwards, we were given some money. before going home to watch netflix, we had to educate the world on the language they are and are not allowed to use, because we need to control the world's vocabulary especially since so many people are tranny-phobes and we still think the term "hateful bigot" holds power. thank god for the 25th amendment, there is no way in hell that we will lose another election, but if we do, we can always fall back on 25A.
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Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 12:41 PM UTC
"It's over, it ain't going any further"*
Questions asked— Answers evaded Questions asked— Churlish responses Questions asked— Reality revised Questions asked— Dangerous denials Questions asked— Squeaky clean! Questions asked— RED HERRING!!! Questions asked— Deny FBI Questions asked— AD HOMINEM!!! Questions asked— Boast, repost Questions asked— Uncivil snivel Questions asked— Snide asides A question asked: Where are we? Scary judiciary? End times? Revolution? Not in this Kansas.
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Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 1:49 AM UTC
LESS THAN “D" MR. K
Said the lawyer to his client... you'll be locked away for all the misdeeds that you've done ripping your business partner off has bought you well undone Said the client to his lawyer... you've mounted the best defense that you could it is now time for me to be incarcerated at Dartwood Said the lawyer to his client... there is no chance of an appeal a ten year sentence is your deal that's what you get for being such a heal Said the client to his lawyer... have you no criminal stains upon your wig and gown I've been told that you're the shiftiest lawyer in town Said the lawyer to his client... the judiciary hasn't caught me out yet but in the future it might find something on me that is a good odds on bet Said the client to his lawyer... none of us is above the law and one day you'll be locked behind a set of cast iron doors Said the lawyer to his client... yes! I must admit over the past twenty years I've been involved in some shady **** Said the client to his lawyer... we've both chosen to follow a path of shame and a judges gavel will always bring an end to all illicit games
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May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 7:43 AM UTC
Illicit Games
take rain from sky take the way tall men straighten your stance take the students of dance see the little ballerina stretch her toes see her mother warm with the floodlight take your plea to the judiciary take your eye to the statue of David smear on the dust of Somalia rub raw the frost of Croatia refresh your aim in the heights of Angola but do not stop only at this breathe every impediment trust every promise of clemency stumble if you will fall under cease-fire take it all take the watchmaker bent over time with fine tools clasp each second take the sculptor who chisels and scalpels for the grandiose later in your armchair fold creases in your newspaper with care be with every nourishment be with the cloth of your nakedness make sail for your harbour of origin remember the milk of your mother warm or cold or sweet if it is so appease hunger with the ambidextrous mouth of a soldier fed with death in his jungle be the bystander, be the bi-partisan, the ******* the timeless, the dancer be it all breathe each increment do it now measure the infinite the possible MChallis © 2015
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 8:02 PM UTC
Take It All
said the lawyer to his client... you'll be locked away for all the misdeeds you've done ripping off your business partner has bough you undone said the client to his lawyer... you've mounted the best defense that you could now it is time for me to be incarcerated at Dartwood said the lawyer to his client... there is no chance of an appeal a ten year sentence is your deal this is what you get for being such a heel said the client to his lawyer... have you no criminal stains upon your wig and gown I've been told that you're one of the shiftiest lawyer in town said the lawyer to his client... the judiciary hasn't caught me out yet but in the future it may find something on me that's a good odds on bet said the client to his lawyer... none of us are above the law and one day you'll be locked behind a set of cast iron doors said the lawyer to his client... yes! I must admit that over the past twenty years I've been involved in some shady **** said the client to his lawyer... we've both chosen a path of shame and a judge's gavel shall always bring an end to all illicit games
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Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 8:23 PM UTC
Illicit Games
There were thousands and thousands o'kids Pushed down pits or stamped out in t'mills Mekin theer bids fer freedom. Aye...from the drudgery and slavery of serfdom. Now I realise..all that they got was a sub standard plot.. ..and two penny's to cover...their poor dead eyes And in the parlours Ma cries. It was the minimum rate from which.. ..we still cannot escape. The rasping and grasping maws.. ..the jaws that still trap us in poverty and penury It's time for the judiciary to alter the law To give poor people more. What the **** are they waiting for? A return to the old ways.. ..back to the old days? I wait for the answer but suspect I won't hear And wonder what year this can be Or even what century.
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Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 3:53 AM UTC
Dry toast
Enough is enough We have watched We have heard Every year, every month Every week, every day Every hour, every minute Thousands and thousands Of untold horrors In every state In every city In every village In every nook and corner Of this monstrous country A supposedly secular country A supposedly democratic country Enough is enough How much more can we stand? For how much longer Do we have to put up With this Brahminical terror Unleashed by the state and legislative By the judiciary and police By the corporate and media Don't you dare hide Under the garb of patriotism Under the garb of secularism Admit it, this is what you wanted Right from day one A Savarna-Brahmin India Free from Dalit-Bahujan resistance Free from liberty, equality and fraternity An India ****** would have been proud of
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Jan 22, 2020
Jan 22, 2020 at 12:12 PM UTC
Enough is enough
Executive- My powers are absolute, thus I am totalitarian. The legislature and judiciary are each subservient to my whims. I pass my bills with attendant compliance, and interpret my own terms as the law. I shut the doors of compassion, I am very deeply elusive. I give no room at all to dissent. I get bloated with the treasures of the nation. In a leap year's tenure I bulldoze my way back to my incumbent status. And when four multiplies two, I impose a minion to cover my ills. Legislature- To obnoxious decrees I give my consent. I inflate yearly forecasts to become opulent. I am gratified for the cabinet servants' affirmation. I always my selfish treaties ratify. I am undoubtedly slavish to executive excesses. I seek the redress of constituents' grievances to enlarge my pocket's size. And above all else, I am largely rubber stamp. Judiciary- My evasive justice is yours' to reap if you are a top notch, whilst I withdraw the distributive and restorative from insolvents. I base my interpretations on business interests, and make laws for the interests of a cabal. Equity and rights are only in my constitution stated. But in reality they are no more than abstract twins. The sacred laws of our national prospectus I serve as a weak custodian of, and weaker still in the face of political heavyweights. But with all the lofty responsibilities I am reverently saddled with, I can do nothing more than empower bigwigs because I am weak, and they are powerful.
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Aug 2, 2023
Aug 2, 2023 at 5:29 PM UTC
Symptoms of Nigeria's Governing Arms
An Island on a Brink of collapse, Leakages on our national budgetry, Cronysm and Inept speeches seizes Powerful seats. Our national oil Reserves Guzzled down by twit Politicians women Aspiring for change by Denying their Husband Conjugal Rights. Millions of unemployed youths run Amok causing a Frenzie country-wide, Anarchy spells Doom across the country. State of Internal security is a vital sign for the Failure of our current Governments. Reforms of national cohesion and a new constitution seems like a Fantasy to many Africans. Our cumbersome Judiciary procedures discourages Investors, so goes the Plea of Desolate souls in Africa.........
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Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 5:56 AM UTC
STATE OF AFFAIR.....!!!
JUDICIARY Rotting is the system entire, shouldn't it be set on fire ? Only wealthy crooks, win cases because lawyers powerful they can hire. Hearing n seeing what is going around, only increases my ire. Judges n witnesses on sale!!! crooks rich are the buyers. When will that blind folded symbol, open her eyes; the need is dire. Cases of dragging justice lingering on for years, is rising higher Shouldn't we burn this rotting judiciary with fire or an electric wire? What is your reaction? Armin Dutia Motashaw
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Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 1:16 PM UTC
JUDICIARY
So you are Death a scavenger of breath a vulture for pleasure Preying on life's treasure Each heart beat you measure... You, have prettified me to my core But no more!   Fear will no longer keep score Today I welcome you at my door Come in! Leave your footprints on my floor To remind me never to crawl Join me on this journey drown in my ecstasy Taste my sexuality Lose control in my fantasies.... Penetrate deep into my darkness I have nothing to hide Come along and alight upon this ride Just for once jive on this other side Be alive like a bee hive Observe and find your mind Transfixed on love and lust and bodies entwined Listen to my excitement mount as you choke yourself on my account Oh Death, What a mistake I have made! A coward to my bursting urges to be free Afraid of your ever presence to be ME I've been a prisoner of my own judiciary But now I see like the blind who sees for the first time And I accept your crime I embrace your truth! I invite you to share the joys of my youth And beyond where boundaries no longer bond Live vicariously through me and persist Inhale every moment to fully exist! And when you decide my time is up, feel the emptiness of this bottomless cup The excruciating sadness that fills it up to leave this journey we are on I want you to forever remember that once you lived as a contender   Not as a lifeless tree in December But in full bloom Fresh from the womb Life! the greatest gift to be given Ah to give! and NOT to be taken! But alas, even you have no jurisdiction
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Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 1:27 PM UTC
A meeting with Death
So you are Death a scavenger of breath a vulture for pleasure Preying on life's treasure Each heart beat you measure... You, have prettified me to my core But no more!   Fear will no longer keep score Today I welcome you at my door Come in! Leave your footprints on my floor To remind me never to crawl Join me on this journey drown in my ecstasy Taste my sexuality Lose control in my fantasies.... Penetrate deep into my darkness I have nothing to hide Come along and alight upon this ride Just for once jive on this other side Be alive like a bee hive Observe and find your mind Transfixed on love and lust and bodies entwined Listen to my excitement mount as you choke yourself on my account Oh Death, What a mistake I have made! A coward to my bursting urges to be free Afraid of your ever presence to be ME I've been a prisoner of my own judiciary But now I see like the blind who sees for the first time And I accept your crime I embrace your truth! I invite you to share the joys of my youth And beyond where boundaries no longer bond Live vicariously through me and persist Inhale every moment to fully exist! And when you decide my time is up, feel the emptiness of this bottomless cup The excruciating sadness that fills it up to leave this journey we are on I want you to forever remember that once you lived as a contender   Not as a lifeless tree in December But in full bloom Fresh from the womb Life! the greatest gift to be given Ah to give! and NOT to be taken! But alas, even you have no jurisdiction
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this really has become a really bad greek joke, i knew that the romans could sing, **** me, they gave us castrato sing along, but i never knew greeks knew humour, perhaps too much emphasis on their philosophical prowess... 'so you're telling me we've been basically lacerating ourselves and kneeling just to get the puzzle's end result, a ******* clock?! you have to be ******** me... thanks to this device we're more prone to insomnia, news channels of 24 ******** global trading & global warming...' i say, the greeks really know how to tell a joke, first they philosophise so everyone takes them seriously... and then the punchline... christianity! and indeed first, simon (peter), a name for simony.                                                                               simon (peter)            andrew                                           james ibn zebedee                 john ibn zebedee                                                          philip                                                                           bartholomew                         3^                                          thomas         matthew                                                james ibn alphaeous               thaddaeus                                           simon the zealot                                                        judas and indeed judas, last, meaning the son of judiciary. ^but look here, a clock emerges, the trinity of the hand of the hour, the hand of the minute, the hand of the second, and twelve names as sentenced to 12 (simon peter), 1 (james ibn zebedee), 2 (philip), 3 (thomas), 4 (james ibn alphaeous), 5 (simon the zealot), 6 (judas), 7 (thaddaeus), 8 (matthew), 9 (bartholomew), 10 (john ibn zebedee), 11 (andrew); **** this greek contraption! back then the zeitgeist ("holy spirit") of humanity stated that it was both α & ω, and indeed this was true, look at the past 2000 years, we know so much! but in the current state of affairs, the zeitgeist of humanity changed, since it states a shortening, a dried up river, it states that the zeitgeist is shortened to α & β, the whole alpha / beta male dynamic, sex-fuelled ******** gladiators with electricity bills, Odysseus with a dilemma over carrier pigeons postage stamps and email... but aha! don't forget the ω male, who seems to be walking into the freezing plateaus of mirrors, for whom the α & β dynamic means life is too short because it's too quick... it means the α & β are competing, the former is a billionaire / banker, the latter is probably a journalist... and the ω male is a pedestrian... remember that guy.
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Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 1:26 PM UTC
αστειο ελληνικα / 3ω / α & β v. α & ω
this really has become a really bad greek joke, i knew that the romans could sing, **** me, they gave us castrato sing along, but i never knew greeks knew humour, perhaps too much emphasis on their philosophical prowess... 'so you're telling me we've been basically lacerating ourselves and kneeling just to get the puzzle's end result, a ******* clock?! you have to be ******** me... thanks to this device we're more prone to insomnia, news channels of 24 ******** global trading & global warming...' i say, the greeks really know how to tell a joke, first they philosophise so everyone takes them seriously... and then the punchline... christianity! and indeed first, simon (peter), a name for simony.                                                                               simon (peter)            andrew                                           james ibn zebedee                 john ibn zebedee                                                          philip                                                                           bartholomew                         3^                                          thomas         matthew                                                james ibn alphaeous               thaddaeus                                           simon the zealot                                                        judas and indeed judas, last, meaning the son of judiciary. ^but look here, a clock emerges, the trinity of the hand of the hour, the hand of the minute, the hand of the second, and twelve names as sentenced to 12 (simon peter), 1 (james ibn zebedee), 2 (philip), 3 (thomas), 4 (james ibn alphaeous), 5 (simon the zealot), 6 (judas), 7 (thaddaeus), 8 (matthew), 9 (bartholomew), 10 (john ibn zebedee), 11 (andrew); **** this greek contraption! back then the zeitgeist ("holy spirit") of humanity stated that it was both α & ω, and indeed this was true, look at the past 2000 years, we know so much! but in the current state of affairs, the zeitgeist of humanity changed, since it states a shortening, a dried up river, it states that the zeitgeist is shortened to α & β, the whole alpha / beta male dynamic, sex-fuelled ******** gladiators with electricity bills, Odysseus with a dilemma over carrier pigeons postage stamps and email... but aha! don't forget the ω male, who seems to be walking into the freezing plateaus of mirrors, for whom the α & β dynamic means life is too short because it's too quick... it means the α & β are competing, the former is a billionaire / banker, the latter is probably a journalist... and the ω male is a pedestrian... remember that guy.
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They ask me about words and I forget that they often don’t know the same words that I do. I forget that sometimes my words and their words are mysterious and often not as profane as they might be used to. Then, I remember that there are countless words, concepts, ideas, and beliefs that I am totally, sometimes shamefully, unaware of. (all of these based in vernaculars unfamiliar) None of us live the same type of life. None of us have earned passage through hardship any more or less than anyone else. Ours are circumstances, unshared. Not luck, not fate, not grace, not inherent anyway. No different than my last name being Claywell and my typing that very same name into the system of The Department of Corrections; seeing that name, the same as mine, unowned by me, belonging to faces of men and women that I have never and likely would not ever meet in our respective lives. What does it matter? It’s a name, no different or more or less special than Jones or Smith. The name is mine and theirs, as unique to us as we are to one another; poet or prisoner. Person first, second, and third. Like a story, a book, a treatment plan, sitting on a shelf or locked inside a mind until the proper moment providence or provisional, authored by the judiciary or just some guy. (like me) We live by words, are released by words, are transformed by words, frightening, fitful, fretful or foreign. Words give us our humanity, allow us to encourage or enrage, engaged so as to establish a renewal, reestablished ability to manifest, to actualize the abracadabra of our own magic act… our lives. *** -JBClaywell ©P&ZPublications 2021
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Jul 18, 2021
Jul 18, 2021 at 9:22 PM UTC
An Abracadabra of Our Very Own
They ask me about words and I forget that they often don’t know the same words that I do. I forget that sometimes my words and their words are mysterious and often not as profane as they might be used to. Then, I remember that there are countless words, concepts, ideas, and beliefs that I am totally, sometimes shamefully, unaware of. (all of these based in vernaculars unfamiliar) None of us live the same type of life. None of us have earned passage through hardship any more or less than anyone else. Ours are circumstances, unshared. Not luck, not fate, not grace, not inherent anyway. No different than my last name being Claywell and my typing that very same name into the system of The Department of Corrections; seeing that name, the same as mine, unowned by me, belonging to faces of men and women that I have never and likely would not ever meet in our respective lives. What does it matter? It’s a name, no different or more or less special than Jones or Smith. The name is mine and theirs, as unique to us as we are to one another; poet or prisoner. Person first, second, and third. Like a story, a book, a treatment plan, sitting on a shelf or locked inside a mind until the proper moment providence or provisional, authored by the judiciary or just some guy. (like me) We live by words, are released by words, are transformed by words, frightening, fitful, fretful or foreign. Words give us our humanity, allow us to encourage or enrage, engaged so as to establish a renewal, reestablished ability to manifest, to actualize the abracadabra of our own magic act… our lives. *** -JBClaywell ©P&ZPublications 2021
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I want to be the alm the faithful glorier a day in a mind that keeps center about a truth memory a kept kiss secret in days of pink sky seances and the solemn remembrances that people cry for sob break bread for have tea in dresses best dress around fine china, though I never had any, altered states where I might find fine the silken robes those kings adjust as they eye me suspicious for I aim to change away the blood rights judiciary and make plain pollen eye-watering. Some things are just better left unsaid.
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May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 11:49 PM UTC
change
JUDICIARY Dead is our conscience and almost blind too; as the emblem of Justice is Justice true there is hardly; it has pathetically, sadly, almost ceased Now three "M"s rule it; muscle power, ministers n money to palms grease An honest man, a poor victim, from our jails, or judiciary claws hardly gets released. What expect can one from people with a conscience dead, crumpled n creased? Lawyers, false witnesses create and train, then their fees ten folds increase An honest victim wrongly caught , with frustration n fight can to death freeze. Ahura, Your justice so impeccable is, than why do innocent humans suffer like this? Armin Dutia Motashaw
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Oct 5, 2021
Oct 5, 2021 at 6:10 AM UTC
JUDICIARY
I'll find the answer I'm looking for at the bottom of an empty wine glass. So I'll name this story; THE BOTTOMLESS SIP Don't justify your angst Towards her with social stigma The cropped top And the bare brassiere strap Wasn't for your pleasure and judiciary It was a hot And sweaty day man And she knew I'd swing by tonight Now listen here Layla I know you work behind the bar With another man And I see how you feel When his eyes tussle With another woman's hide Just like the other day When you kept chasing my stare And always seeming short Because I knew It was your turn to pry I don't want to pick you up Working behind the bar Like every fool from afar I've got something planned for us But first I need to see Where your commitment lies You got a man at home Waiting up and hopefully alone I just need you To give up on childish love If you gonna look my way Like an innocent dove Take my hand And lets make amends for lost time But if you're serious About the father of your child Marry him forget me And make more of your kind
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Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 8:36 AM UTC
Bottomless Sip
Hateful campaigns polarize The public; salacious scandals abound; Demagogues stir up the voters; Vicious rumors are passed around; Threats are made if one's opponent Wins the race; fake news spreads; Internal strife within the parties Has the members at loggerheads; Security leaks flow from the top; Vitriolic accusations Denigrate opponents; we hear Of more and more allegations; Threats are levied at the free press; The masses suspect the educated; Verbal assaults on the judiciary Are brazen and unsubstantiated; Fears of election fraud are raised; Hypocrisy knows no end; Little attention is paid to the truth As people don't care whom they offend; Candidates "pump the popular passions"; Hush money's paid; stories don't jibe As lawmakers find themselves Susceptible to paying a bribe. It sounds like politics and elections In America from what we've seen Happening in the past few years Leading up to twenty eighteen. But this was also America In the year 1800.  Since such Chaos occurred back then as well, It shows we haven't changed that much. -by Bob B (3-30-18)
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Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 12:47 PM UTC
"History Has Its Eyes on Us"
INDIA is the coolest place Being here is not a disgrace Home of Bollywood Indian version of Hollywood Delicious , mouth watering food Biryani makers my mouth drool And no one should forget Chaat, Paan and sweets It is seriously worth taking a tour home of Taj Mahal and many more it has the best judiciary to make sure no one breaks the rule Apples in Kashmir are the best Once you eat one you won't rest do you know what I am talking about? Yes, it is my country INDIA
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Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 9:13 AM UTC
INDIA
World is changing, People are changing, Having lost their senses, Trying to hurt everyone except themselves. Women lost faith in god, Begging to be safe, There's no one but ***** minds, Being wild for their sake. Believing in judiciary, We expect some shame, No age, no innocence, Ultimately crime should be blamed.
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Aug 29, 2020
Aug 29, 2020 at 4:51 AM UTC
Women