We find the defendant guilty

Take him from the dock.

There ought to be a sentence

But for some crimes there is not.

 

The guilty pangs of conscience

Are sometimes all we’ve got.

To know that he is guilty

Will forthwith be his lot.

 

There’s no reprieve of sentence

Or chance of an escape

Haunting knowledge he did that

Will eat him from inside.

 

 

via Guilty

You’re making a big assumption.

Are you sure you got this right?

You may not have the answer

Jumping in’s not bright.

 

Don’t rush to make assumptions

Before you’ve thought it through

Stop to think, discuss a bit

Get other points of view.

 

It may not be what you’re thinking.

It could be you got it wrong.

If you had properly thought this through

You’d sing a different song!

 

Things mightn’t be how you think them

That may not be how to is.

If it turns out later you called it wrong

You’ll rememember I said this.

 

Don’t leap to wrong conclusions

Or get the wrong end of the stick.

Sometimes you have to pause and think

Before you rush to pick.

 

A response to the Daily Prompt

via Assumption

It’s time to go I’ll disappear

It’s clear that I’m not useful here.

I’m past my ‘sell by’ out of date

To slip away will be my fate.

 

When turning up is just a chore

You don’t belong there any more.

I’ve served my purpose, done my bit

There’s nothing left. I guess that’s it.

 

I’m out of here. I’m done I’m through.

There’s other stuff I want to do.

I don’t feel that I’m needed here.

It’s time to go I’ll disappear.

 

A response to the Daily Prompt

via Disappear

It’s all a little bit awkward

I don’t know what to say.

In truth we’re not accustomed

To doing things this way.

 

It’s all a bit unfortunate

Not how it’s supposed to be.

We’ll have real trouble explaining

How things got this way.

 

The situation’s awkward

It shouldn’t be this way.

Blushing and tongue tied

I don’t know what to say.

 

 

 

 

via Awkward

My application’s too early – a little bit premature

It seems Carol Ann still wants the job

And there’s not enough cash for two.

 

Two hundred a year and canary wine

Must stretch the coffers enough

My application’s premature

They don’t need two of us.

 

They don’t need another Laureate

At least for now, not yet.

So I’ll sharpen up my craft a bit

For now she’s a better bet.

 

At least I did a poem though

They can’t take that away.

I’ve done my little bit to help

The couple’s special day.

 

A response to the Daily Prompt

via Premature

Your aim’s not straight

It’s bent, it’s skewed.

You’ve hit it wrong

It’s been miscued.

 

You hit it wrong

The flight’s not true.

It’s not gone

Where you  meant it to!

 

You hit it wrong

It’s such a shame.

It’s clear that you

Are off your game.

 

We get things wrong

We make mistakes

You had a chance

You didn’t take.

 

Today you failed

You don’t feel great

Another day

You’ll hit it straight.

 

via Skewed

I’m lost in the forest

Lost  in the wood

Surrounded by trees

Encompassed in myth.

 

Who lives in the forest?

What lurks in the wood?

Secrets surround us

What darkness is this?

 

Folk tales and heroes

And things that are hid

Don’t talk to strangers

Or get lost in the wood.

 

Men of the forest

All dressed in green

Things we don’t speak of

Perils unseen.

 

Keep to the path

If you pass through the wood

Hear the trees whisper

Beware of the wolf.

 

via Forest

A handsome New Forest Pony

Wanders across the road

For the ponies of the Forest

Are free to graze as they will.

Commoners rights are centuries old

It’s always been this way

So cars slow down to the pony’s pace

And life is pleasantly slow.

They say that ponies have grazed here

Many a thousand year.

And later on ‘‘twas a hunting ground

For Willie the conqueror.

It’s not all trees in the Forest

There’s open moorland too.

It’s a special place you can get away,

Stay, visit or just drive through.

You may meet a pony in the road

They’ll likely slow you down

But adjust yourself to the Forest pace

They’re a pleasure to be around.

via Forest

I called you my mentor

But sometimes tormentor

Was closer to being the truth.

I’d try but I’d fail

And the cost of my failure

Was often that you’d hit the roof.

I’d try very hard

But I’d just hit the ceiling

And  your expectations were high

Just went through the roof.

I’d try hard to please you

But often displease you

I guess that’s just how you are?

It can never be known

If you’d left me alone

The creature I might have become.

But you are my mentor

It’s been an adventure

Without you I’d never have won.

 

via Mentor