...anywhere and about, an apology alters an argument.
Before--bickering breaths boxed bigotry besides bettering bases.
Closure cutoffs, constants considerable circulation, contradicting confusing controversies.
Detrimental debates deliver disturbing discernment, distinguishing divisions' defense.
Every episode extracted evidence, excluding even elements.
Familiar facts fathomed fantastic fiction, fractured factions--following...
(the last line returns to the first line and ends)
Categories:
cutoffs, analogy, angst,
Form: Alliteration
PYRRHIC EVOLUTION
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
There once was a time in this great land
When folks said “ yes sir” and “yes maam”
Those days are ancient, eroded away
Where are we headed, I’m afraid to say
A time when the elderly were respected
A time when vulgar language, not accepted
A time when women were fully attired
A time when patriotism; a virtue admired
We now live in era where anything goes
Hard to distinguish colleagues from foes
Every one has picked an agenda to defend
Voices are silenced: afraid they may offend
Folks are traumatized, by a word or a look
Students sickened, by the title of a book
Authority’s role is constantly questioned
Four letter words constantly mentioned
A well dressed man wore a suit with a tie
Now an unbuttoned shirt will get you by
Women wore hosiery, blouse and a skirt
Cutoffs, flip flops, physical assets overt
Many now change their biological gender
Crude, obtuse: replaced warm and tender
Technical advances slowly eroding creeds
Obscuring civility with vexatious deeds
Categories:
cutoffs, allusion, america, angst, humanity,
Form: Rhyme
Days of youth, spending time tossing that white pellet.
Learning how to play was sometimes heartless
as losses were an injury which was difficult to take.
As time went, so did the misunderstandings of the game,
but instead left a deeper love for its nuances.
Where to move on each play, who covered which base,
cutoffs, and the defensive attitude in mind when on the field.
Looking to see if the coach had enough faith
to put your name in the lineup for that day's game.
Every pitch became important. Every batted ball became the
hit you wanted. Every member of the team became your friend for life.
Don't let them down with an error or strikeout. Be their hero
with the saving catch or drive in the winning run.
Baseball on green fields
Pastime of all my summers
All American game.
Categories:
cutoffs, baseball, childhood, kids, friendship,
Form: Haibun
Her hair blown free,
with eyes ablaze
She walked toward me,
through morning haze
Her steps unmeasured,
her cutoffs tight
Eyes palest blue,
the lightest light
Would I speak first,
would she respond
In ten more seconds,
her image gone
Our shoulders brush,
she passes by
My arm goes numb,
my heart on fire
I had no choice,
I’d lost control
My breathing stopped,
I’d play the fool
And looking back,
all fear defied
An all-star waited,
—her ‘Chucks’ untied
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Categories:
cutoffs, love,
Form: Rhyme
LADIES OF TAHRIR SQUARE
She spread through our minds
In the chaos of Cairo backstreets.
And on this day
Oh how we loved that girl.
and we stopped our red Vespas at the red light
for her to cross.
We knew who she is,
In her tight jean cutoffs,
Western Wear designer jeans,
designed to change the world.
and her near waist yellow T
revealing all of the woman she could become.
We knew we would see her again and again.
Yes we got her Message
and it is Holy.
All we could do is watch her.
She knew.
But did she ever know we had our eyes on her.
When she reached the curb, she paused,
and she threw us a backward, over the shoulder smile.
Yes, she knew the revolution was overdue.
Their Arab Spring was new and here.
Ready for her rise to human right,
we turned,
we blinked,
and she was gone.
We knew it is so.
Their girls are so beautiful
sans an abaya.
Suddenly her revolution was ended.
and gone, her smile.
Those ladies of Cairo,
They were right,
They were together,
They had the hope,
and the world was on their side.
So why did they lose?
?
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Orlando FL 07-30-2014
Categories:
cutoffs, anger, beauty, betrayal, eulogy,
Form: Free verse
SHENKINIAN GIRL
Remembering is not so much a problem
as just not forgetting the taste
of your fresh squeezed, unsweetened lemon juice.
My saliva glands still go wild
and picturing you in your faded cutoffs,
trying to look Hebrew or even hippie,
god you were so skinny.
The only truth I can find in it all
is that we were both Sheinkinian
if but for the night.
Humping in the alleyway,
just off the street,
we loved it so much
that we did not even hear
all the other humpers.
I hear you finished your graduate study the next day
but have to wonder
if you were still faking ******?
It's not a lot to say
about Tel-Aviv in July,
but I still crave unsweetened lemon juice.
© ron wilson
Categories:
cutoffs, lost love,
Form: Free verse
We many wear our denim cutoffs a little bit to short but that's the way we like it.
Sometimes we may let our dark brown roots come in on our bleach blonde do,
but our men like it that way. Sometimes we may drink too much on saturday
night, but were always in sunday school the next morning. We just take a cold
shower, drink a strong cup of joe, pop a few asprin and head off to sunday
service. We go four wheelin in our camo and get all muddy, but we like it that way.
Southern Gals, Can't hole a candle to em!
Categories:
cutoffs, adventure, cowboy-western, family, drink,
Form: Free verse