His old clothes came to whisper his good name;
he values them with fragile pride instead.
No dreadful task, he always picks the same
plain blue jeans and shirt striped in white and red.
Shattered soul of Gainesville,
he wears the name Big Will.
Benevolence takes skill
to recognize
and realize,
rationalize
that apparel is no one’s claim to fame
Big Will’s focus is well-known and widespread -
what makes this man? the spirit of Goodwill,
clean, but no guise.
written May 26, 2018
Contest: The Puzzle of my Rhyme
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Categories:
gainesville, clothes,
Form: Rhyme
You're going back to Gainesville,
which
I think is very brave.
They tied our hands and made us
dance their dance.
We were prisoners of a smear
war
who voluntarily walked the
plank.
But now that the she-devil has
given up the reins, our
exits may not have been in vain.
You, stepping up at home
plate
and me, pretending not to care when
my mom came home bearing
the news
that you said you want me there.
Categories:
gainesville, music,
Form: Rhyme