Best Sideline Poems
Who am I now this lonely man bent to the point of break, wishing to share his soul yet existing in hallow void of loneliness and dark realization none are found who would receive it.
Set aside for the busier matters of others lives I struggle in my search for that peaceful joy I once knew in the refuge of loving arms and shared dreams of purpose,,,,,,, now I exist in bleak solitude with full understanding my assigned place is on the sidelines of life- serving the needs and desires of others
why do we fuss as we die
where a germ started from
the job of the president was to stop it
from getting here
spreading out and killing us
does a president after a rocket attack
sit on the sideline
watching its markings close up and
pointing out that the rocket came from
a lab or factory in an unfriendly country
as we are laid out
Wearing the silver and blue
Lone stars with loyal honesty that is true
Inviting those dressed in burgundy and yellow
With the mission ‘keep the politicians mellow’
For a Thanksgiving meal
Where the division standings are the big deal
Due to a tie
Eagles at day's end will say goodbye
To first place
Until Monday when brotherly love builds its case
Against the hawks
Underdogs right now by those who use chalk
But after the holiday dinner
Who will be watching this match for a winner?
Just a close game
With the feds having no name
But there is another reason
Why this gridiron duel is pleasing
A nice electric shot
Of the cover model advertising spot
Famed crowd friendly supportive group
Cheering in an attractive uniform suit
Having a certain look
Luring using their physical image like a fishing hook
Guys no longer asking, ‘can she cook?’
These stimulating flashing lights
From the squad protecting their knights
May stop festive fights
Or wake up someone who momentary may not be all right
Since the beast who is calm
After diffusing his egotistical bomb
Still has a mind
And the time
To be thankful and kind
All due to the high kicking line
Or numerous glasses of wine
Win or lose
It is hard to refuse
A football team playing the boys
While helping kids write to the North Pole for new toys
I've always wondered as I got older why we sit on the sideline. While some are better than others Loved more. Memories have to last a lifetime, never showing my true feelings as life continues. Here comes the sadness of life's time coming to an end. I'm lost as it's tearing apart inside,e, wondering why what happened, ed, why my sister and I, what makes us so different. Yet we stand close enough to hear him breathing, touch him as if it is our last time talking to him. Does he feel us there, Or are we bound to the sideline of life?
What
are we all
doing here
on the sideline
damaged
needing repair
in a lineup
getting processed
waiting for a tuneup
our turn thru the puppy mill
longing to rush back
pick up the pace
speed spinning
our hamster wheel
AP: Honorable Mention 2020