The ides of March sing consideration
for widows who must accept that new name.
The guides of March bring realization:
life, as it was, will never be the same.
The tides of March trace recalibration
as adjustments to the world we re-frame.
I confide this March in my Salvation.
Where do skeptics go in grief’s waiting game?
The offsides of March face deliberation.
mistakes made, can we move on without blame?
Categories:
offsides, 11th grade, absence, death,
Form: Rhyme
Where were you last year
Back in relegation I did hear
Have your beer with your cheer
West Ham will level it soon
Under this Friday Night moon
Hammies gave it a try
And it would have worked if someone did not let out a cry
First time that the ball went into the net
The boss on the sidelines dropped a flag it wasn’t time yet
Offsides was the call there was a violation in the futbol law
With one on the board the Blades needed not another score.
Hammies played them tough trying to draw even feeling that would be enough
And then it happened, an aggressive move on the enemy side
With a nice kick the ball was giving a ride.
In it went and the players celebrated knowing full time was almost spent.
Once again there was a complaint
And after a review the athletic feat was not done by a saint.
The Blades player had physical contact
Which told the Hammies it was time to pack
After watching this I must say
It was 2-1 Hammies if the goals were okay
But fouls were committed and the Hammies bit it
Now that the match was done, and The Blades won
It should be noted it was the Hammies who were the ones that made the two hours fun
Categories:
offsides, cheer up, confusion, fun,
Form: Rhyme
S-Score goals
O-Offsides
C-Corner kick
C-Curve the ball
E-Excited crowd
R-Running down the field
Categories:
offsides, 10th grade,
Form: Acrostic
On a game field of the greenest grass
We’d touch, I’d run, and you’d pass.
I’d gain ground and you’d intercept.
Every game, we leapt and swept
Into the end zone to a climatic end;
Nothing left to defend or offend,
Too many touchdowns to surmount,
No personal injuries or fouls to recount.
Then, offsides, false start, taunting?
Your penalty flags left me wanting,
Challenging every yellow thong thrown;
Then ejected, exiled to the Friend Zone!
Categories:
offsides, 12th grade, humor, relationship,
Form: Free verse