Forward pass changed the game
Offense was never the same
Overtime rules continue to change
Tackling though can limit the range
Blitzes can really shut it down
Audibles can turn it around
Linebackers can do it all
Linemen are the heart and wall
No offense, she said, but I want you to stay as you are.
I stopped dead in my tracks halfway to my car.
What do you mean? I asked with a quiver in my voice.
She is kind of a mean girl, my co-worker Joyce.
You are totally strange, she said, weird, I am sure you knew.
As a matter of fact, I have always half wondered about you.
I did not know what she meant, I totally did not see.
I want you to stay the same, she said. “weird like me.”
No offense, one kid says.
But school lunch’s meat tastes like raccoon droppings.
Why would that be offensive? I wonder.
I sit with pen in hand this downcast morn;
and search the Muses for more enraptured songs;
songs of great cheer, of memories heartworn,
to banish the spirits of inflicted wrongs;
before, no songs could quell the ruthless onslaughts
of life; so abject, I was comfortless;
unsaved but for them hovering in my thoughts,
wooing me with lines that eased the hopelessness.
So, wherefore am I life's steel lightning rod;
a man, and lone soul, whose quiet defense
the world longs to disrupt—invade? (So awed
am I, that viciously it takes offense.)
From such place, the Muses grant their rare escape;
where, in peace, poets can safely take their shape.
To you my love I do propose
Cursory couplets to compose.
What sort of short verse would you hear
In short iambic rhyme my dear:
Coupled couplets in a couplet?
Coupled cutlets in a couplet?
Or perhaps a brace of bears bare?
Perhaps a pair of pears to pare?
Surely none, you have too much sense
As such poetry gives offense.
Date Written: 1/17/2022
Contest: C Form - Couplet Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Is that what you think?
Is that what you know?
Stories you've heard, time passed and consoled.
Moments ended in a blink of an eye,
All Hell breaks loose hoping you'll die.
A blurry silence,
But an extremely loud pain,
Driving you crazy,
Leaving a stain.
All things good, gracious and true,
Falling before you, bleeding you through.
I raise my hands up to Heaven above,
Fists shaking, with conviction and love.
What have I done?
Did I do something wrong?
God must be furious and want me to fall.
This is it, it must be the end.
I lay down my head so I may not offend.
R-estrictions
E-rase
N-asty
E-pidemic
U-ntil
B-acteria
A-voids
L-ockdown's
D-efensive
O-ffense
Topic: Birthday of Bro. Rene Ubaldo (May 31)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
One who is full
of himself,
as fragile as crystal ball
on a shelf,
who sulks in resentful
vain defense
against the slightest
imagined offense,
and shines or dims
or shatters
depending on the tricks
of flatterers.
No Offense - But
you take offense
to what I say
tell me I cannot say it
I take offence
to your offense
you say Oh, No!!
that’s our defense
we find your words
just too intense
they make….
you know….
just too much sense
we find your gaze
just so intrusive
a lingering look
oh how abusive
your voice…
please keep it to a hush
lest fragile egos
you might crush
perhaps you should
just go away
you’re old
you’ve sadly
had your day
we take offense
to creaking bones
arthritic fingers
gnarled “flip phones”
we’ll raise our kids
without a lap
we’ll simply download
a parenting app
for we’ve been taught
that you are weak
and shouldn’t be
allowed to speak
for if you started
making sense
we’d have to stop
taking offense
John G. Lawless
©9/3/2018
The grass
Though growing underneath
The grass does not take offense
At the stately oak tree
No offense
I plan my actions carefully
A good impression is the key
I’d rather die than have the people
Think not nice of me
I’ll smile when it’s required
I’ll nod no matter what
Yes, even when I don’t agree
I’ll keep them tight and shut
Why should I be authentic?
It is not worth the fuss
Excuse me therefore if at times
You’re thrown under the bus
Because I take no chances
And you should understand
I know I gave you wrong ideas
But it is all staged and planned
Just play along, take no offense
My reputation is at stake
Be glad that I am still your friend
Even though I’m just a fake.
Wendy Nipas
A woman can take like a offense at the end,
just in two situation, and both inhuman:-
If you see in her a woman, not a friend.
If you see in her a friend, and not a woman.
There once was a fat lady named Hortense
who claimed she could sing but this was nonsense.
She would make our ears ring
when she tried hard to sing
for her hitting high C was an offense.
I'm scared of life.
I'm scared of speaking in wrong terms, afraid I'll offend someone.
I'm scared of not dressing a correct way, who knows, I might offend someone.
Who knows, maybe its just my face.
When family sees it, the hard words pierce the skin, n after years
they turn to scars and blackness.
I'm scared of life.
I'm scared of speaking in wrong terms, afraid I'll offend someone.
I'm scared of not dressing a correct way, who knows, I might offend someone.
Who knows, maybe its just my face.
When family sees it, the hard words pierce the skin, n' after years
they turn to scars and blackness.
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