Long Sideline Poems
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Some people seem to think that love is just for play
an eccentric emotion that ignites the senses for a while
so when it gets too complicated or think it out of style
they thrash the heart as if it were an organ made of clay
While some believe it can't outlast euphoria of lust
others choose a paring knife aggressing it with carves
Setting small fires round town they love to play
over hot irons of passion, while love slowly starves;
Some people are given a fine bow and a good violin
from the start, others look from the sideline but never go in;
I for one would trade my last piece of bread for love,
if treated right by one and other it becomes a turtle dove;
Some people seem to think that love is just for play,
I for one would give away my heart for ONE, Devotional allay.
We went to our Ava, our granddaughter’s, soccer game the other night
and once again I was shown
how everybody…every family…has a story of their own.
We saw some familiar faces (as at Ava’s soccer games we always do),
people who’s stories we’re familiar with…because we’re in a chapter or two.
Of course when it came to the other team and their families
I did not recognize a face…
In fact this night might be the only night our stories interlace.
And though we had our eyes on Ava while the game was on…
in those moments in between…
we had a chance to visit with some parents from the other team.
We talked to a couple all bundled up because the night was Florida cold
and another couple with a baby who just turned one month old.
Since Ava is the goalie we tend to do our cheering as we stroll
back-and-forth along the sideline closest to her goal.
As we were rooting for Ava to block every shot…
her goal posts to control….
next to us was a father from the other team
cheering his daughter, Ryan’s, shots would find their way into the goal.
I complimented his daughter Ryan…he complimented Ava…
and we reached this harmonious accord….
because Ava blocked a lot of shots…and his daughter Ryan scored.
It was a pleasant evening…as for one night our lives intertwined…
being a part of their story…as they were part of mine.
And I was once again reminded…as Ava’s soccer game began…
how we should try to walk into each other’s stories…
as gently and lovingly as we can.
Penuriousness long did acquaint
yours truly, who feels loath
to lodge complaint
regarding series of unfortunate events
(Lemony Snicket be damned)
imposed monetary constraint,
now aghast with horror
(ain't no trick),
I unwittingly did faint,
only negative indebted interest accrues,
now if ever mister money bags I haint,
no gainsay purposelessness
to air principal plaint,
yet to fulfill personal daily quota
regarding poem writing
subliminally eases restraint
prompting good samaritan
deeds subsequent anointed saint
homelessness looms around
the corner crimping psyche
argh mental health depressed
courtesy poverty doth taint.
Seriously folks (especially Bugs Bunny),
I best coon sitter
turning over new leaf versus "fake"
gilded pretense success and posthumous
famous author doth leave me awake
nsync courtesy restless leg syndrome
shakes bed (lamb - spouse) like earthquake,
whereby thwack with her elbow
finds broken rib cage, when thus spake
Zarathustra bidding me to branch off
and leave writing... say kickstart
panhandling as faux grubstake
with global warming...
formerly deeply buried
untold bajillion dollars free,
for taking, thus best not forsake
golden, silver, bronze... opportunity
analogously swimming within monied lake,
or accumulate stash tall as Taj Mahal
and/or Trump Tower livingsocial footloose
and fancy free gourmandizing
till I resemble Mar-a-lago sized beefcake
recklessly splurging penny wise
and pound foolish
proudly arrogantly boasting
what cutthroat tactics can accomplish,
hmm... perhaps contemplating
on whim purchasing Greenland
for a song (infringing,
extracting, bilking... copyrights) swish
goes signature scribble to abolish
purposeless law meant as hedge
to sideline ruthless machiavellian brash
art of the deal done courtesy genius
eh... so what if the global
financial market doth crash, viz fillet of fish?
Paradoxical revolution
Enough of this, I have been standing still far too long
I shall become revolutionary, not murmur descent
For fine-tuned ears, no, I will scream my hatred to
the ruling elite with a megaphone, cultured dancers
Delight, amaze, waving a wand like I'm a magician, and
wish for the capitalists to sink under the sand
I shall spare no one, least of all the friendly billionaire
the only wealthy man whose flaws are open
For you to discover, he is a poet of the heart, and his businesses are a sideline while waiting for the magic
of words
I shall demand that Facebook and X must stop selling
Smut, they will be closed down
Get me right, an equal society must become unequal
for the sake of the common good.
I was once told that "THERE IS HOPE BEYOND EVERY STRUGGLE"
Sometimes, I doubt those words & I wonder
I've been struggling all these years
But I couldn't find hope anywhere here
Every time I approached her, she flapped her wings & flew so high
Arms stretched out - but..... I couldn't reach her because I was so shy
The talents I have, the opportunities, the potential in me
All gone down the drain because i was too timid
I kept all those in a little box waiting for a miracle
Without realizing that all along- Hope was standing on the sideline cheering me on with a high pitched whistle but
She's invisible
A little voice in my head says "You can do it" but when?
I just wanna give out all that I have
Poems after poems after poems all kept in a drawer
I was too narrow minded thinking that was my last straw
HOPE whispered again "you gotta have patience in order to reach me"
You won't lose me coz I'm buried deep within
HOPE !! I'm starting to give up !!
Don't you feel sorry for me? Or is is that my struggle isn't enough?
Now I'm feeling like an expectant mother waiting for delivery
The pain is just unbearable, I just can't take it
But somewhere in me deep down
I believe that you're around
So there comes a time when I gained my self possession
I took out that lil box and opened it with so much affection
This time - HOPE was right by my side
She gave me new wings to be able to fly high
Oh! my gosh- the view from up here is amazing
The feeling I have right now is just ecstatic
Hope made me hopeful enough to be able to hope again
I could no longer keep up the masquerade
I guess I've been imprisoned long enough in a world called the comfort zone
It trapped me so hard making me feel alone
Well, I don't wanna hang around there anymore
Coz the Eagle in me is now ready to soar.
Was into Alcoholics while doing mental yoga
Marijuana seeds and being a non-smoker
My cheesy dorritos better than taco bell ones
People said I was dumber than Pole-lish ones
I took my husband’s drunken hits
Because I showed off my Latina ****
All the Oak-keys were trying hard
To get inside my retard’s lee-oh-tard
Went to my hairdresser to have a hair-do (hair do-be-do-be-do)
Asked if I knew some drug addict from Purr-due
He introduced me to Fentanyl and Cocaine
Now making chee-sea nachos is just a sideline
Now it’s just a side-line!
Went to Mexico, I bee-come a Gnostic
Did a Juan in the origin-nal Coptic
I really don’t have any theories
Random thoughts, in no particular series
There are no windows into my mind
Steve told me,
“It's not your mind, it's your body they're into”.
While selling Firestones he said,
I need thoughts like I need another
Hole in, the in the hole, in the hole, in my head
I am an honor-ary Oak-key now
Have to keep a pretense somehow
Can’t take my boyfriend’s latest hits
Cause guys keep checking out my ****
All the Oak-keys are trying to get inside
This retard’s lee-oh-tard
Lee-oh-tard lee-oh-tard lee-oh-tard
Oh Ninnekah, my lee-oh-tard
My Lee
Oh
Tard
La La La La La La Lah
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
A parent is shunned by a child
That is a loss to put it mild
For the parent the suffering remains
Like water down drains
Living with pain
For the parent the pain will remain
The parents have done nothing wrong
The child feels very strong
Decades of giving and loving
To the child this means nothing
All the parents ask for is love
that has gone out the window like a dove.
A parent’s fear
Is not having his children near
At night sheading a tear
Year after year
Not sharing in the child’s joy
Because the child gets annoyed
The parents live on the sideline
for the child the parents will never shine
(Dedicated to my Daughter, with endless love)
©™ AC the Poet
12/5/20
Are you really on the right side?
Drawing a fine line
Very little or a lot of content on the timeline
Sippin' beer, red and white wine
Hard during the night time
It's almost always hightime
Getting sky high
No reason to always take my time
I've only got a lifetime
In the dark and where the light shines
Going to leave you on the sideline
Saw it coming, nice try
Never did any good being a shy guy
Okay, I'll speak the truth, I am drunk and I'm high
Let's be honest, why lie?
A lot think they are Einstein
Only if needed, will use any of various lifelines
As I continue to heed guidelines
Near and far from a pipeline
Continuing to climb high
Way off in the distance the skyline
Into so much more than Sci-Fi
Stars in the sky shine
Bigger than "Primetime"
Got to make the best of it, or opportunity will slide by
As "Juice Wrld" already said "I don't really like how time flies"
Not looking for a sign, I'm
Going to fight my
Own battles, proving the point of why try?
Because otherwise I either OD, or I die
I'm in my prime and a nice guy
Not a dummy, a wise guy
Don't need anyone's approval or a high-five
Not always going to abide by
People and their demands, in areas with or without Wi-Fi
Really I tried
But was always out of my mind
The cause of my destruction, always being a high guy
More than twice I
Paid the price by
Messing with dry ice
And being greedy when it came to a slice of the pie
Got to cut you off, no longer my guy
Girl you did me dirty, life is finite
It's far past time I
Say bye-bye
The baby in the check-out line was the only one smiling.
The cage free eggs and the free-range eggs met at a boundaries workshop.
The lone golf course Goose struggled to get out of the sand trap.
In a distant frozen corn field the crows snuggled with the scarecrow.
The sideline Squirrels puffed their tails and chanted: “GO NUTS! GO NUTS!”.
The “Elves on the Shelfs” union filed a class action suit.
On Share a Gift Day Timmy brought diapers for the Baby Jesus.
Joe Biden has Mistletoe in his back pocket…you figure it out.
The Global Warming Coalition canceled its demonstration…it was too cold out.
Turtles that washed ashore on Martha’s Vineyard got the same treatment as the illegal aliens.
A large group of Christmas carolers was arrested for disturbing the peace.
Ava’s mom, her dad, two of her brothers, a soon-to-be sister in law
her cousin with his girlfriend and Nana and I all came….
to watch Ava (her team’s goalie) play this season’s last soccer game.
In spite of a cool wind blowing and a sprinkling of rain
our excitement on the sideline could not be contained.
There were high expectations when the season had begun.
but, alas, Ava’s team this year lost more games than they won.
And though we’d love to see her team win every game along the way
as a family we are happy just watching Ava play.
Cheering her and her team on…feeling happy, proud, enthused.
Celebrating with her when they win while supporting her when they lose.
And our family is not the only family to share this point of view
If you happen to look along the sidelines you’ll find…it’s something families do.
Perhaps besides supporting Ava…in a way we’re reliving our youth…
remembering a time we miss…
and though that may be partially true…it is much more than this…
I think it’s because we know there will come a time (as it has for all of us before)
when Ava takes off those big goalie gloves and doesn’t play soccer any more.
When she looks back to her soccer games…to a day…perhaps just like today
she won’t remember how many games she won or lost
but she will remember who came to watch her play.