Poetry Blogs (2018, justice)

If you find love for the duration,
This you may find will benefit every nation,
It begins with the nucleus,
And that nucleus is me,
All I want out of life is a cigarette and a cup of tea,
Anything more would be great,
But we must rid the world of hate,
Love is the answer to all things,
If you have true love then you will live the life of a king,
There will be justice for all,
And if you ...

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In the courtroom

a murder of lawyers spluttered,

arguing, debating their hourly rating,

the state of an unbalanced mind,

war cluttered.

Eventually concluding

when they un-flapped their gowns,

they’d little comprehension 

of acute combat tension

in South Asian border-land towns.

Whilst out on the street

banners waved and horns sounded,

family membe...

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               A Message of Hope

This is a message of hope, of peace, of justice

Of the pieces of me that are not taken

Not trapped, Not tapped of sourceful energy. 

And the resources of friendship and kindness and love

Of the part of me that is alive and breathing and being. 

With Nature and trees and sun

With butterflies and hummingbirds and eyes open

Watching the glow of...

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The greedy God is a needy God

offering paradise to those

who would make a body count

in a violent misshape of fate

for needy Gods need sacrifice

to justify their cause.

What God creates he takes away

while man creates his laws.

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will welfare victims

wait for justice as long as

twenty-seven years?

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Held accountable
For my actions although those
Were not my actions

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Five years and nine months

Can you tell what it is yet?

It's not long enough

So whilst on 'A' Wing

Bend down to pick up your soap

Whilst in the shower

No 'Two Little Boys'

Just 'Jake the Peg's middle leg

Summary justice

A didgery-doo

Try your Kangaroo court sport

It's coming to you

Then why no remorse?

Banged up at portrait's pleasure

L...

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Should have been your boy

back from the game

bag of fish and chips

grin as wide as the Mersey

drunk on youth and sunshine 

still living every pass shot tackle

as he settles down in front of the box

him and the old man each with a can

to watch it all over on Match Of The Day.

Instead, it was coppers

neighbours, friends, the sad-eyed priest

it was sorry for your...

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Children Of The Glamned

preying on the teenage Kohl eyed panda
tinfoil fumbling back stage
now fear her mature rampage
finding strength in her dotage

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A rain of death is falling in Ramses Square

There's something perceptively evil in the air

Perhaps it's the word Moslem

That excuses the eagle from treating them less like men

I saw him, unarmed pleading hands outstretched in front of the tank

The rifle raised these bastards are not firing blanks

What code, what right is invoked that separates crime from state

What t...

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Entry: Free

Open Mic Event

Contact: ushiku.crisafulli@googlemail.com

I am pleased to announce that Ashton Library will be host to the Manchester launch of the Robin Hood Book, a poetry anthology alongside the Robin Hood Campaign analysing, celebrating and discussing various social issues of importance.

There will be readings from Ushiku ...

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40/1  Clara Petacci in the Piazza Loreto

She was Benito Mussolini’s squeeze.

He’d jump official meetings for quick shags,

leaving state officials fingering their diplomatic bags.

He’d have her on the carpet, on a chair,

over a desk; almost anywhere,

then go out on some balcony, thumping the air.

Of course it had to end:

Armies defeated, tr...

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The knocks came loud at half past four;

The wife woke from her sleep.

"You give that noisy pest what-for,

I hate the little creep"!

Her husband squinted at the clock

And rubbed his tired eyes;

He'd give that yob a nasty shock,

An unforseen surprise.

"What's your problem, son?" he cried,

Flinging back the door,

And quickly stopped in verbal str...

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GALLOWS

Wet dawn morning rain dripping on sombre scene

low clouds distilling all colour to grey.

No warmth or hope or peace of mind.

Count down approaches creeping death

as workers test the gallow’s string, new white rope up,

haul heavy sacks of grain to test it – dead weight.

In his cell a condemned man is brought,

he didn’t sleep much. His last day on ear...

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I present my argument:

Justice is a moral issue;

morality is subjective;

therefore -  Justice is subjective.

The Just Person is:

upright righteous fair-minded

‘on the side of the angels’!

unbiased unprejudiced impartial

dispassionate indifferent detached

decisive unchallengeable

legitimate

objective

With all due reasonableness

the Ju...

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poetic justice
if poets did justice and the law

loansharks would get baliffs knocking on their door
animal abusers would have to go to the vets instead of the doctors
muggers would be beaten up by old grannies
scientists who test animals with cosmetics would find themselves dolled up every morning
by cosmetics that give them a rash
and bankers who get big bonuses would have to wor...

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