Too many tiny minds
telling others what to do
the sighted led by the blind
even tho' they can't do it too
curtailing all creativity
restraining imagination
destroying individuality
those who can don't need advising
those who can't should stop supervising
let me make my own mistakes
it's the only way I'll know what it takes
to get where I need to be
so put the key in the slot
wind me up and watch me go
a robot I am not
Categories:
restraining, how i feel, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Age and a footballer
A lot I hold against Age:
It can the cheapest goals wedge,
The fortyish striker make a tired leg;
Final whistle of a match quick to beg,
The referee not afraid to bluff
For a first half long in rounding off!
A great deal I have against Age:
Many a thirtyish dribbler by the ball dribbled
And later when interviewed simply quibbled…
Big names you wouldn’t believe could lousily fall;
The signal to players to hang an advancing boot
Even as either pair still fits either foot.
A zillion things I know about Age:
How very similar it is to Restraining Cage
And some sort of brother to the slowest plague;
The while footballers are still in the race
Merely basking in God’s grace…
The many times one is featured in a tournament
Age patiently withholding its embarrassment
Categories:
restraining, age, fear, football,
Form: Rhyme
Put the key in my front door
Like every other day
And struggled to open it
Because i forgot
The date was February the 14th
Valentine's Day
And the door was stuck
Under the insurmountable weight
Of those i secretly admire
That returned my card
Reminding me
Yours Sincerely
Have you forgotten
About the conditions
Of your restraining order
Categories:
restraining, slam,
Form: Free verse
"Well, how ya doin?" he asked
placing his foot inside the door.
His face became a sneer
as he recognized her fear
that only strengthened his resolve.
"What are you doing here?" she said
leaning her body against her side of the door.
She couldn't smile, didn't want to frown
as terror coated her tongue.
"Well, I come to see you, dahlin." he cooed
leaning lazily against the outside jamb.
"Dontcha think we could talk awhile .... "
"No!" she screamed. "No, no go away." she sobbed
pushing at the door.
Suddenly, he moved. The door slammed shut.
Inside she stood trembling.
He shrugged, turned and walked away smiling
having accomplished his mission
in their escalating war.
Slowly he drove away to a liquor store
and after putting a bottle in his car,
walked leisurely down the street to a gun shop.
In his gait was a little hop.
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~~~ Dedicated to all the men, women and children
who have lost their lives in domestic disputes ~~~~~
Categories:
restraining, social
Form: Narrative