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Forensic Feelings

The mourners numbered four.

Three boys …a woman, slight.

Silent was their vigil,

One stranger passed tonight.

The wife’s shoulders straightened

Walked away,  empowered mind.

The arguments now over

Peace, the new divine.

He won’t be found in heaven.

Hell’s tavern he will roam

No more fear, my darlings

He won’t be coming home.

The local pub is crowded

They’ve come from far and wide,

One Good ‘Ole Boy they’ll sorely miss

So many tears are cried.

A ruckus is arisin’

His buddies raise their glass

Beloved memories overheard

‘Bout how he’d saved their ass.

“Let’s take up a collection.”

Those barroom voices plan,

“We must erect a statue for

One mountain of a man.”

One man, two stories told.

Forensic feelings, black and gold…


For Jingle Potluck:

Beaches and Mountains


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My Thoughts on the Death Penalty

A tortuous choice that is needed.

Death Row cell


Sounds awfully simple. It tortures me to answer this.

I know it is not a “modern ” view. I DO believe there are unspeakable crimes where the death penalty IS warranted.

The crimes, that I could describe to make my point, are too heinous to even repeat…but they exist. I need not create nightmares to make my point.

DNA can really help us out. The “without a doubt” must be held to the highest scrutiny.

I  do not consider it a deterrent …but an end of the threat to other potential victims.

I do not like the juvenile “tried as an adult” situation though. Either you are a juvenile or you are not.

I knew a friend who had been a steadfast opponent of the death penalty.

Her brother was mugged and murdered, at random, for $14.00 in his pocket…

her views were forever changed, as was, her life.

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