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What Must I Judge?

Good morning, all! I hope you’re having a wonderful day so far. I have a nice little piece for everybody today. I’m thinking I may start writing a little lighter. Let me know in the comments or shoot me an email at sam@poemsbysam.com if you’ve got any directions you might like to see from me! I always love hearing from people who enjoy my writing. On that note, please enjoy!

Jurisprudence

Just in time for a hung jury.

Make a decision,

don’t be late.

You’ve got a very important date.

Take the time

to deliberate

and make the fate

as bells chime.

It’s up to you,

you’ll never guess.

Make sure you dress

as if you knew.

Be just.

We rely on your applications of jurisprudence.

Inspired By The Stars

Afternoon, friends! The stars as my muse, I have written for you a monologue, one you may find interesting. It is less of a poem but in the same format. I’d like to think it’s a part of the lore I have built up in secret, awaiting some slow release that may finally culminate in an understanding of one final work. We shall see. Please enjoy.

A Monologue

Futility at its best.

You’ve come to restore the Empire.

Your putrid little thing.

It withers and dies as we speak.

How could you ever hope to keep it alive?

It being so rife with decay and abuse.

I watched as my world was destroyed.

Burned to a crisp.

The surface turned into a most luminant molten glass

along with my family.

I will tear you apart,

piece by piece,

and show you a most vehement, vociferous suffering.

In reflection of my own.

I have hunted you for many years.

I am glad to have found you now,

on the precipice of higher achievement.

His Majesty’s last admiral.

So shall there be none more.

I come for the emperor now.

Missed Call

Not a whole lot to say today, friends. I hope you have a wonderful mother’s day! Please enjoy the poem !

Missed Call

That’s what gives you hope?

The stinging, ringing feeling

of some unknown isotope.

Always leaves you reeling.

A good man, you say.

Do you know what that means?

Those words…

How deep they cut.

I hope one day

for a cushion

instead of a knife.

I hope to lie in peace,

perhaps,

rather than on a bed of nails.

Always poised

as if to be struck.

Now what kind of life

does this one make?

What kind of life

does this one take?

Broken and unbroken…

I don’t know how the pieces go together.

Maybe One Day

Good afternoon, friends. I’m always dreaming of the sun. I’m often dreaming of love and the future and what might be. Join me for a moment. Enjoy the poem today. I think you’ll like it. PS: I was just published in the first issue of Mind Swimmer! Go check out Julia’s website at https://smarellijulia.wixsite.com/mindswimmer!

Little Love Story

Is that what you want?

A love story?

You want to find yourself on a pier, set against the waves, awash under the light of the moon?

You want to lose yourself in those storied, starry eyes reflecting all your stories back at you?

Maybe one day.

Maybe one day you’ll sit there on the porch,

rocking back and forth

while the kids play inside

and the afternoon sun rolls over your tired old skin.

One day,

maybe,

it’ll all make sense

and you’ll wonder why

you ever worried at all.

One day

you’ll find your little love story.

Symphony In Town

Do you ever hear that music? That wonderful music that glides and dashes over your ears when you least expect it? There’s a symphony in town. Be ready to hear it. Enjoy the poem, friends.

The Towers

Twin towers

protrude from the mold.

Their rust

and incontinence

lead men astray.

Hope to change

a world they can’t control.

Like a spectre,

their deeds are lost.

The sire sits upon that twin throne

begging to be pushed.

Their will be done,

into the pit you go.

Read that book about the lost,

find your things that you have lost.

Find yourself now to be lost.

They sit upon the liar’s throne

knowing but abandon,

no one to reprimand them.