Actually knowing versus
Thinking you know:
Have you seen proof,
Or did someone say so?
Will it hold up in court?
Will it hold up in life?
Can you afford to fight it
Even knowing you’re right?
And if you are right,
Will all lawyers agree?
Does “right” even matter?
What’s legality’s fee?
Tag Archives: Poetry
Legal Questions: A Poem
If Only
What we call those lucky
Individuals who seem
To know who they are, what they want, and
How to get it.
If only they could
Tell us what “it” is.
His Message
Perhaps, it seems ineffective,
Even slow, yet he knew the
Apparent strength of violence was deceptive,
Carrying with it the repercussions of fear:
Easing you backwards while promising progress.
Like a Grumpy Child
Dawn peeks through the clear air
Like a grumpy child from under heated covers.
The pinks and golds give the sky a false warmth,
Concealing the harsh, bitter cold
That strikes at the slightest opening,
Putting all within its reach –
Hands, feet, and nose –
To sleep as though waking
Is the Enemy.
Entrusted with Prisons
Like a baby bird, begging for food
Or a kitten, crying piteously for its mother,
They call out, again and again,
Repeating, unstopping,
Pleading to be heard –
Their cries echoing off their invisible bonds,
Imperceptible walls, strong as sullen stone,
Locking them away by will
Alone.
A Symbol of Hope
On Christmas Eve,
They gather round in reverence,
Ooh-ing and Ah-ing at the festive greens,
The shimmering ornaments,
The flickering lights, and
The shining star.
A lift to the spirits,
A joyous tradition –
In their words,
A symbol of hope,
Peace, and love.
Happiness.
A few days later,
They gather round in a rush.
Muttering and grumbling at the horrible chore,
The monotonous removal,
The continuous wrapping, and
The annoying untangling.
A chore to be done quickly,
A season completed –
Stored away,
A symbol hidden,
Unseen and unfelt.
Forgotten.
I Tried to Argue Once
I tried to argue once,
And they patted me on my head.
“I understand your feelings,
But you’re wrong,”
Was all they said.
I tried to argue twice,
And they shook their heads and sighed
At my irrational neediness,
At my hormones,
At my pride.
I tried once more – and once again –
And once again nobody heard.
And I found I argue best,
With most success,
When I never say
A word.
Of Human Comfort
Obsessed with order and logic,
They lined time up in a row.
They broke it up into
Digestible bits –
Applied math to a
Natural flow.
Imperfect and flawed,
The system remains
365 – or sometimes 366 – days.
Beginning again and
Continuing on,
Something new –
Something old –
Both illusion and dawn.
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