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Give me a Uniform

Uniforms look crisp and smart
Designing them is a keen art
Police, FBI and police wear them
Most look manly, not the least fem
If I had one, I’d feel six foot tall
No one would call me “babe”or”doll”

The Plea

In dress uniform,
Well-trained for combat,
Which could not compare,
With the task at hand.

Sitting on his knee,
His brown-eyed daughter,
Whose eyes filled with tears,
As she made her plea.

“Please, don’t go, Daddy,”
She cried, “Please don’t go.
I’m your little girl
And I love you so.”

Choking back his tears,
Trying to be brave,
How could he explain,
What could not be said?

Right words would not come,
And nothing could drown,
The words of his child,
That pearl in his arms.

“Please, don’t go, Daddy.
Mommy is sad, too.
Don’t leave us alone.
We want you at home.”

Usual

The summer sun shines brightly,                                    Rooster invites the day light loudly,                                       The boy removes the blanket finally.                                     
                                                                                                     His mother calls him angrily,                                                   He runs into the restroom swiftly ,                                        And wears the school uniform slowly.                                 
                                                                                                     The school bus comes casual,                                               
 He steps into the bus unwillingly ,                                            It has been done daily as usual.

Afande She

She has a pretty face
She carries herself well
In uniform she is an iconic
Many so desire her moments

A detective she carries her gun well
When duty calls she flashes her smile
Its a smile i have see disarm many
She has no use for brute force
For her lovely essence nets all delinquents

I used to spy her long time ago
At the signals training school
Once we were Seim Cohorts
Remember.. Kurutu mbona hanyoi..
God knows what followed that

Her MO disarms with ease and grace
My MO disarms with an O prerogative
Saidia Utumishi.. They also need service
Our officers in uniform have to be served too
That's where PMC's we come in and succeed
For controlled outcomes and black ops OP

Uniform

uniform silence
dawn’s blatant bugle exhales
forcefully revoking sleep
recruits jump to feet
bounce a quarter off their sheets
commander shows no bias

The Wrong Uniform

The Uniform 

I have a framed photo on my desk of three little boys
dressed in oversized German uniforms doing a nazi salute
A black, square box- camera, a picture was taken
in 1946. I was eight years old.
My uniform jacket reached below my knees like an over
an overcoat was roomy and warm and shielded me from
the cold westerly wind that blew over the flat landscape
and trees stood permanently bent as elderly people are
I was allowed to keep the/jacket coat and happily walked home
The war (as wars go) had been a mild one; we didn’t know 
that millions of people had died under much suffering
in the name of a “Hail Hitler.”
At home, my mother refused to sew natural buttons on my coat
and rejected me wearing it outside, but she didn’t mind
if I wore it inside, as it was warm and we had little coal for
heating when the weather was cold.
The grownups make a child’s world difficult so, many things
are forbidden, don’t do this, don’t do that, an endless warning
against what was daring; I wore my coat till it shrunk and 
became a jacket and too tight around my shoulders.

Queen Bess's Uniform

Queen Bess's Uniform

We didn’t want the frostbite
We didn’t want the burns
We didn’t want to leave our homes
And families far astern.
We didn’t like the future
As we grimly sailed away
But we wore Queen Bess’s Uniform
And did it anyway.

We didn’t want the battle
Or the bayonets at night
We didn’t want to lose our lives
In such a distant fight
We didn’t want the air raids
Every moment of the day.
But we wore Queen Bess’s Uniform
And did it anyway.

We didn’t want a medal
Or parades in front of crowds
We didn’t go there
Just because we wanted to look proud.
If we’d known then what we know now
We might have stayed away
But we wore Queen Bess’s Uniform
And did it anyway.

Uniform Not Mufti

I hope you did Bernard inform
He should be there in uniform
Or else he is the Out - Of - Form,
Who shan't be housed in Lucas Dorm:
Forever A stranger to storm;
My prayer: that kids grab The Norm 
Striving to not leave any torn,
So that their guides won't seem won.

Simple: Haters of uniform
We need to pointedly reform
Heads cramming with the unsafely
Of one edging near a mufti

School Uniform Palaver

The school child not in it clad
To end up ‘Not Glad’:
A sure vexing of his body with whip
And final nursing of an inflamed hip …
Also, a barbaric conversion into laborer 
Which makes his Disciplinarian A torturer…

The school’s spear grasses to down mow
And her refuse dumps in trucks tow.
Still a freezing interview to face,
Interviewers’ final finding “A Purposed Disgrace”
For a child could a launderer grab in time
To avoid The Unwashed School Uniform Crime …

The Pardoned upon a second default
To be shown his waiting vault.

He Wears a Blue Hot Uniform

On a hot spring afternoon, a wet postman
Hurries down the sidewalk home.
I catch him stepping on a new white iris,
And were I not alone, I would but
Scold him, but I would not, instead,
I wouldst hand him a cold coke for his dripping head,
Then pat him on his shoulder and pick up a dropped letter,
On this unseasonably hot afternoon.

Ode To My Daughter's School Uniform

Your uniform is like unto a sonnet
And you, a poem dressed in vest and skirt.
How peaceful are the eyes that rest upon it
Creative spirit framed in pressed white shirt.
As birds that soar the heights on freedom's wing
Require sturdy skeletons for strength,
The poet, though confined, writes words that sing,
Conformed to proper meter, rhyme, and length.
What landscapes and still lifes the poet paints
Rich words that cause her readers to rejoice,
And all within the sonnet's strict constraints -
She reaches deep within and finds her voice.
Small freedoms may be sacrificed by you,
But still your creativity shines through.


Author's Note - written for my daughter on her first day of high school where school uniforms were mandatory, causing no small amount of chafing in her creative spirit!

Peeing In Your Uniform

They say love is like peeing on your uniform
Everyone can see it but only you feel the warmth
It felt so good it did
When you were a kid
Nothing else mattered, not even your warts

Bear In Uniform

Bear in Uniform

You had wide shoulders, 
and a scruffy face. 
Your beard was soft, 
and you had nice eyes. 

I was not what you needed, 
You were exactly right. 
Saved me from ugly, 
and evil.
Thank you. 

What can I say, 
that “we” were never meant to be?
Convenience, and friendship, 
turned upside down. 

Yet, a picture found loose,
in a drawer,
brought back…
happy feet, spoons, 
pleasant reminders
of better moments, now gone. 

I hope you are happy.

Uniform Gray

the wind in unseen
commotion stirs up the chimes —
paired nicely with gray

1/20/2019

The Tattered Uniform

The event was an annual affair,
and all the town would be there
determined that no one shall dissuade,
The old soldier went to the fourth of July parade

He dressed in his old military uniform
frayed, tattered and  worn
on his chest he wore the Bronze and Silver Stars
awarded for heroism in the Vietnam and Korean Wars

The cheering crowd lined the sidewalk
the throng stretching from block to block
He walked with dignity and grace
Pride and Honor etched on his  wrinkled face

There among the cheering crowd
Cheering sounds deep and loud
There before him passed floats and bands
Beautiful young girls waving their hands

In the distant heard the American anthem began
to play and the old soldier proudly raised his hand
as best as he could with honor erectly stood
There among the crowd a portrait of all that's good

Then Old Glory came passing by
Tears slowly appeared in his eye
in remembrance of his dying friends;
brothers' in arms until eternity ends

Not for adulation or applause
Freedom, Freedom! A worthy  cause
Freedom for our democracy
And to ensure a free Society.

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