I sat on the edge of love
Too afraid to go all in;
Not knowing if I would sink and drown,
Or, instinctively know how to swim.
I stood upon the shoreline
Watching many a fish swim by,
Never working up the courage
To give meeting any of them a try.
When finally, I dove in,
I discovered I was just another guy,
And when living emersed in water
No one notices when you have a cry.
I eventually found my lover,
After venturing into the deep end,
Surprised to have discovered,
She was disguised as my best friend.
I wasted time standing on the sideline,
That could have been spent with my soul mate,
But, better than never diving in,
Is jumping in a little bit late.
So, if you are sitting on the edge of love,
To you I give this advice,
Work up the courage to come on in,
The water in here is nice.
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.
When playing basketball
being tall is best it's thought
but that's not all
wearing saggy baggy shorts on the court
needs keen hand-eye coordination
plus being fleet of foot
and have no quibble with dunk or dribble
if through the hoop a Wilson you wish to put.
As for American football
boring from the sideline I find
it's more talk less action
namby-pamby as opposed to rugby
which is wilder less calmer
and without all the body armour
now there's a game with some traction.
America's pastime baseball
is another matter
whether pitcher or batter
with Rawlings or Slugger
when on the mound I have found
unlike soccer or rugger
before a ball the hurler throws
and the pitch is hit or caught with a mitt
first rearrange the private parts in public
twitch the cap and then spit.
To you I'm just an afterthought
Endearing name that you forgot
A half remembered romance plot
A once frequented sacred spot
To you I'm just an alibi
Some one to cover up the lie,
for when you're with your ride or die
The hush of do not question why
To you I'm just a sideline thing
Someone to keep there in the wing
Who'll nurse the wound, remove the sting
To treat you like a hero king
To you I'm just a pastime game
You play when bored and feeling lame
A mundane chore to keep you tame
To cool your passion's burning flame
To me you're not even a thought
My mind is here; my heart is not
Your love has been erased, forgot
To me you are a dead end plot.
This truth to you is yet unknown
You're blind to signs that I have shown
One day you'll wake up all alone
Regretful thoughts all that you own
Eileen Manassian
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
Willie Nelson
likes to play music for fun
he doesn’t need money for his family to feed
but as a sideline he developed his own brand of weed
Sound of burning fire crackers reminds me of a day
Light from burning fire crackers reminds me of a day
When you were her, joining the group with joy
I watched you from the sideline when your face light up pink
The smile that never faded till you were here
But the feeling engraved within me tells me to cry
I meet you in my dreams and always try to tell you
“I love you mother, you were so blue”
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.
I step into a room of people.
All are strangers,
To me.
I stand on the sideline
To afraid to talk,
Knowing that I,
Stumble with Communication
And find it hard to get a conversation to flow fluently
Communication,
It's always been my struggle,
It's always been my weakness
But I have to persevere and communicate no matter what
on a daily basis
Communication,
It's a love hate relationship.
He Said Nice
Souperstars
Who do you really think who you are,
Tony's and,
Emmy's and,
We only know what the others can't,
You Jane plain,
You Joe plain,
you'll only show on the other end,
Losers you,
Hanging to,
not walk the aisles, sideline smiles, turn blue.
Poetess',
Poets too,
not star-struck but star-caught, living true,
and, Soupers are,
near not far,
for another heart, lest they'd be a rising star.
Sidelines.
I've always wondered as I gotten older why we set on the sideline
While some are better than others Loved more.Memories they have to
last a lifetime, never showing my true feelings as life countinues.Here
comes the sadness of life's time coming to a end. Im lost as its tearing
apart inside wondering why what happened why not me an my sister
what makes us so different.Yet we stand close enough to hear his
breath does he feel me there,Or am I bound to the sideline of life.
In debate a gallop called Gish
Scored points like a basketball's swish
That Joe could not block!
So now taking stock
Biden's sideline walk is our wish
DT's sick slick lies and his bunk
Were passed past the player who stunk
Since Donald can trick
Let's set a quick pick
For a super sub who can dunk
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?
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
Paint never would smile at Turpentine
And I tell you The Serpentine
Wouldn’t at The Truest Valentine
“Hither I Come!” from Far- Off Turpentine
In Paint’s eardrums, A Monstrous Frankenstein
And-trust me- to The Serpentine
The love avowals of The Dove-Like Valentine.
Anyhow, mind-blowing gifts now part of it
From even the guy overflowing wit,
Endorsing Michael Jackson’s levying of men
In his Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin of then;
For, indeed, if one can’t feed one’s baby
One shouldn’t try to have a baby…
Then, from your account graciously withdraw
For those who often close to you draw
And to him things are awfully hard,
For his woman a dollar recharge card:
Faithfully actualizing that wonderful line:
A decree that one mustn’t one’s woman sideline.
And valentine may be partly lips paintings
For men who’d see it and start fainting
Or wearing the whitest upon the wettest
And it won’t read as old martyrdom clinching fresh protest…
Also about cleaning one’s sanitation-begging house
To lovingly rid it of every mischievous mouse!
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