Sunday, November 30, 2014

Arm of the Law



Arm of the Law

Zimmerman and Wilson might as well been birthed from the same woman.
Two mistakes, from two men, no one learned from the first man.

Could’ve waited for backup,
instead,
bullets flew and Wilson backed up.

A painful state resides in Truman’s birth state.
Bess lived longer than her mate,
nearly one hundred years - Someone bless their state.

Sweet are Missouri peaches,
Sour is currently what Missouri teaches.

Ferguson, Independence, and Lamar,
all have their stories, near and afar.

The Arm of the law no longer reaches, instead,
bullets fling in its drawn out speeches....

Let Freedom ring
and
cease the bullet Fling!

-a.o.debarros

Tell A Tail Tale



Tell A Tail Tale

He placed his face near a whiskey bale,
she shook her tail near his manly veil.

He hid her from the sun and made her pale,
he sat on his ass all day and became very frail.

All the beer made his inspiration fail,
he never delivered and she no longer expected her male to mail.

Their relationship became a regretful trail,
errant tracks hindered by muddy puddles stranded with no sail,
worse yet, there was no courage to pave the lot and create a garage sale…

-a.o.debarros



Thursday, November 27, 2014

Giving Thanks



Giving Thanks

On this day we give thanks,
on this day we close banks.

On this day our gratitude is ranked.
on this day, from the serving plate, our food is yanked.

on this day the bottom of the barrel lies the best drank,
On this day our weighted scales register blank.

thank you for weighing in and giving thanks!

-a.o.debarros


Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Mourning Night


Mourning Night

wipe tears from sight,
pain is heavy and not quite right,
Fight the darkness and rescue the light!

what is this meaning of might,
when you might speak a bit of might but ‘might’ is your only soundbite.

Fear flees, action fights.
swap meets, flea markets, and some meets feel contrite.

Fight throughout the morning, day, and night - fight when you’re mourning at night.

-a.o.debarros


Sunday, November 23, 2014

Pondered Miracles



Pondered Miracles

To have made it in this world, someone had to push.
Just ask her - the doctor told her to ‘push’ while she sat on her tush.

And look at you now, sitting on your tush,
listening to conversations from a TV, call it a modern day burning bush.

The empirical lyrical miracle,
now that’s just hysterical,
Please put the grind to the stone and remove the hypocritical.

distance the proof, substitute it with a spoof,
You’ll surely raise brows that’ll think it’s aloof.

A wayward mute,
opens his mouth, but there’s no reverberation off a single tooth.

Go mine, go ski,
better yet close the high school and make like bees.
don’t forget to knead the dough and sprinkle the flour,
take that mute to Crested Butte and pick wildflowers!

-a.o.debarros



Thursday, November 20, 2014

Racing Heart




Racing Heart

Emotions run through an emotional mart,
comes and goes but always begins at a line named start.

A Longing kiss converses between silent lips,
love on the radar and beeping with multiple blips.

Sweep her off her feet, better yet, carry her off in a loving cart.
Within thy belly, butterflies dart.

Tend to a blushing face,
otherwise, it may drift around your empty space,
love is competitive and your heart is driving in a race!

-a.o.debarros



Saturday, November 15, 2014

Halfway



Half Way


Halfway, please do lengthen your stay
and progress to something more than a midday cafe.

So near, but yet so far,
mimicking the hours of a closing bar.

Working half way, will surely end a yearly pay.
paying half way, will surely dismiss a lingering stay.

A procrastination defeated,
Yet, if not continued, will encourage an altered ending, one that’s very mistreated.

A great mile marker,
alerting when efforts grow darker,
save the day and remove Venom from Peter Parker.

-a.o.debarros




Sunday, November 9, 2014

Excused Tread



Excused Tread

A justified misplacement of shaky feet,
worn, balding and lacking lip to speak.

Excuses are not displays of affection,
Wipe your surface and tidy your reflection.

Wish all you want, all of the tread,
is worn underneath that camouflaged bed.

You wanted a glorious homestead, but instead, you excused the hard work and stayed home instead!

-a.o.debarros

Thursday, November 6, 2014

Ticking Bucket


Ticking Bucket

Tick-tock
Drip-Drop

Time slips by wishful hands, ticking with an idle streak,
and wishing for a resolved leak.

Tick-Tock
Drip-Drop

A vessel of courage collecting hearty drops,
A whisper in your ear,
“It’s time to tip and become more than a prop!”

-a.o.debarros

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Shine

Shine

Before a shine, a surface must be clean and reflective.

Wipe away the negative perspective.
courage revealed during the retrospective.

Wax upon sultry lips; call it lipstick.
wax upon wine, add some food; call it a dine.
Write home about a glorious time, empty pockets full of dimes; you’ve arrived amongst cathedral pines.

When all is said and done, does it all look fine?

-a.o.debarros

Monday, November 3, 2014

Start at the Finish Line


Start at the Finish line

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View from the view you intend to view.
Chunks do not get processed without a chew.

Look into the future you,
make sure your choices and actions are cultivating the desired brew.

One step at a time, look at that finish line,
wait, the finish line doesn’t move, rather it should be you…  
I’ll repeat once more, one step at a time, it’s time to wear out a pair of walking shoes!

-a.o.debarros

Sunday, November 2, 2014

Unfile Happy Smiles



Unfile Happy Smiles

Does happiness belong in a file?
Do you dare ponder for a while?

The last I heard, frowns are going out of style.
Crack a smile, perhaps you can take happiness for a trial.

A smile is happiness unfiled from the cluttered file.

Unfile happiness and display a smile,
we all need a reason to clean out our suppressed cabinet files.

-a.o.debarros









Saturday, November 1, 2014

Diet Pill





Diet Pill



Like fishing with a rod and no real ambition to reel.

like Kissing lipsticked lips; all frills, no thrills, and a waxy meal.

Excess weight to appeal, a leaner figure to mill, hard work stands still.  

Results it may give,
healthier motion will not live.
Swimming ocean depths with a closed gill,
you’ve just taken a diet pill.

-a.o.debarros