Objection, Your Honour (Tirtinska)

OBJECTION, YOUR HONOUR

Ironic liberty caps put him in the dock here.
Plus a system not quite broken but severely bent.
Climbed a sycamore entranced by the texture, the scent.
Then someone comes down the road. Too late to disappear.

This officer of the law – you see his type worldwide.
Worships petty regulations. (i.e. benighted.)
“I proceeded to caution the accused who replied …”
The constable consulted his notebook, recited
“‘Oh, the colours, the colours,’ he giggled and sighed.”

Now the magistrate’s favourite part, inducing fear.
The power to deal harshly with any miscreant.
“Something you wish to say before I pronounce judgement?”
“Beam me up, Scotty. It’s getting rather hot down here.”

Panacea: Four By Six

PANACEA

Everyone does their best
From their own point of view
Nothing wrong with people
Genocide wouldn’t cure

One Hundred : Four By Six

A Valentine’s Day poem?

Certainly. (Who needs clichés)

ONE HUNDRED

He was seventy-two
While she was twenty-eight.
A round number – Perfect!
Though only they thought that.

Pride And Prejudice: Tanka

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE

They said not a word
For not a word need be said
A cloud of silence
Always accompanied them
Others looked on bathed in awe

Relatively Speaking

RELATIVELY SPEAKING

Those who put
The ‘big’ in bigotry
Are those who keep
The ‘small’ in small-minded

Dug In

DUG IN

“I do not need proof.
My beliefs are strong enough.”
A slippery slope.

Odd Bedfellows (27a)

ODD BEDFELLOWS

That we find
Unforgivable
In others
Is tied to
That which we find in ourselves
Indispensible

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Shadorma November

Badge Of Shame

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BADGE OF SHAME

Pride and prejudice
I love the book but hate it
Used as a motto

Gender Issues

GENDER ISSUES

The suicide decided after all to cross the river.
Styx a stone’s throw away – Too many thrown stones.
Crossed over now into who knows what or where. Into
who knows beneath all that faith and charity after all?

Cruelly abandoned by us all; backed up into corners.
All those accusatory closed doors, shuttered windows.
Words not the sole way to show a soul’s distress though.
Tiny gestures, reactions, dress choice speak volumes;
sightlessness alive and well among the seeing.

The suicide decided to cross the river.
(Styx a stone’s throw away after all.)
Many too many thrown stones.
And words not the sole way
to show a soul’s distress.

A SAD BLIGHT

A SAD BLIGHT

None so blind as those
Who, given the gift of sight
Cannot, will not see