"ringside" poems
The older we grow
the faster life goes,
priorities change
quality of living
and loving takes
precedent, over
self-indulgence
and material things.
Nothing as important
as family and friends.
It is racing now,
these fleeting days
and years, reflected
most in my grandsons
growing too soon from
children to young men.
Along with Steller parents
our little farm provides
a learning ground for the
kids, teaching life lessons
that inspire character and
self discipline, with Cows
and pigs to show at fairs,
pride earned with accomplishments
and Blue Ribbons to share.
So lucky am I having a ringside
seat, watching yet another family
generation ascend and grow,
Football and basket ball
games to attend, Christmas
morns of excited children
clamoring down the stairs,
many birthday celebrations
with ever more candles aglow.
Memories all, retained and shared.
Perhaps the best part is,
these grandsons of mine,
still are up for hugs and
good night kisses, genuine
affection received and given.
Families are a true blessing
and a privilege, the only
real reason we are here.
All these things, remain the
sweet frosting on my aging
Grandfather's cake of life.
I sometimes wonder where
I would be without all these,
my reasons for being?
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 3:11 PM UTC
The little Prince of Persia
Who's purpose is to depurse ya,
Dispersing suits, clock off time city worker,
Mark your card, inertia.
He's no mathematician or magician
But give him a dynamoment to take you to the cleaners,
cause this one's mean a!
Hellbent on humiliation he'll reverend run you to the station.
He's counting cards, counting on ya till your seeing stars, K.O, ringside seat whilst you get parred, po, poker face he'll drive you gaga!
So Loay and behold he might not be honourable, but he's willing and able to bring the last supper to this table.
He's not called Jack but he's a joker, in guise he tries to choke ya, draw the ace but it won't help ya,
cause you're a disgraced King
and you've just been usurped sir,
by that little Prince of Persia.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 4:44 PM UTC
"They're selling postcards of the hanging" Bob Dylan
Frolicking in the Hague festooned
as if some monarch's golden jubilee
not a room left empty in all the land
queues for miles to get a ringside seat
at what is billed as The Trial of Man
as W, **** and Rummy sit chained
to the bionic calves of barstools while
Condo Lisa bears witness atop a piano
ferreted throughout the conurbation
breadlines and circuitous routes
recalling the Nicaraguan case
low on the radar of short-term
the disunited states of disarray
vetoes its own trial's outcome
and it is business as usual
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 11:42 PM UTC
Her cheeks, alive with red wine, will catch eyes.
Sized up/sighed off guys still spy from ringside.
Sideline surfers curse. Analyze their worth.
Turpentine and Turf giving birth to hurt.
Her body is the Earth. Insides, the sky.
Coincide: heaven. Mt. Olympus thighs.
Miles high, priests would die or--least of all--feast.
Bleating sheep cease to be. Lie still, deceased . . .
A little . . . lying still. Shy beast survived.
Rings: still-born. Pacts of love unpacked to die.
Distilled vice, hiked-up skirts and hiccuped "Hi"s.
Crying mind aside, high at hammered time.
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 10:45 PM UTC
*Lucky to be here
in this ringside seat;
incredible dramas get enacted
on the stage of my mind.*
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Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 1:15 PM UTC
That's how you break it
now you are alone
and I am alone
but that doesn't
make us of each other
the universe, starry night,
from the ringside view
of a puff rising;
let it rain, for
I must not get wet
out in the fury,
I've lost all adhesion
hymns
of nightbirds
rend the sky
this lonely hour
Dec 25, 2017
Dec 25, 2017 at 12:35 PM UTC
How long before you see it
You have spent years occupying that ringside seat
Observing everyone of my victories and every defeat
Every step towards each foe collated with incinerating heat
every move in clear detail down to the faintest heartbeat
You've been there for it all
And yet you find it quite the feat
To understand that I want you in this ring with me
In here with me where the fight is thickest and no longer in the stands with the on looking fleet
In here where you and I together can face anything...throwing synchronized punches as potent as concrete
In here where your voice and your touch can immediately heal me back to my feet
Your effects have me standing even taller and more graceful than the most slender athlete
I want you ms. Anonymous
My princess, my queen, my everything
At the end of our bout
With all our foes on their knees
Our hands will be raised as the victors
With the entire ring becoming ours doing as we please
And as a symbol of our fight, and the obstacles we beat
I'll place upon your finger a ring...
Our love finally complete
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 4:03 PM UTC
Often, it has been said that I am prone to over emphasize.
Today, they will not hurt me with such childish criticism, the importance of today they shall not minimize.
On this day, awhile ago.
The universe was randomly kind.
It wasn't until sometime later that I realized the enormity of how though.
Maybe the stars were aligned.
The fact that she cares.
Unconditionally so, while everyone else looks for an easy way out.
Splitting hairs.
Sam is there, ringside.
During each bout.
My goal isn't to win. I just want to make this woman glow with pride.
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 11:32 AM UTC
Tryna switch the K.O to the O.K
for all those ringside but despite how hard I try I can't make everything better,
cause to say it' s all alright is a common lie.
I'm not O.K, I'm K.O
all you've gotta do is look me in the eye. But you won't.
It's hard to see ghosts haunting paths before their time
and besides Immortal Combat doesn't warrant eye contact when you've got nothing to lose in life, but there's no winners either and I'm tired,
so forgive me as I look up and cry out that immortal line.
"FINISH HIM!"
Cause right now I'd rather...
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 10:05 PM UTC
Sip on joy the purest drink
Move to make
Thought to think
They can feel us from afar
Avenues and boulevards
White collar cannibal
Whatcha gonna do
Everyone's a tendon
So who you gonna chew
I will not equivocate
If that's so let's celebrate
Shamefully shame's claim on me
Led my life with infamy
But I don't call it
I don't solve it
I dissolve it
Famously
I've been so politely at the bottom
Pull it tight boot strap
Strap it on and top 'em
I've been so politely at the bottom
Pull it tight boot strap
Strap it on and top 'em
In the past
I was patient
Now I'm so tired
Fa fa fa feverish few I will not drop it
Power cowards never stop it
I have nurtured
You corrupted
I am erupting
Don't interrupt it
Careful I'm an animal
Trap trap trap
First of the secondary class class class
You know I don't trust you what's the catch catch catch
Don't you ******* touch me I will *gnash gnash ****
'Cause I am an old phenomenon
And I am an old phenomenon
Show them we believe
See the unforeseen
Sharpen canine teeth
Get those ringside seats
When the scorched of the earth
Come back by sea
Sip on joy the purest drink
Move to make
Thought to think
They can feel us from afar
Avenues and boulevards
I've been so politely at the bottom
Pull it tight boot strap
Strap it on and top 'em
I've been so politely at the bottom (in the past)
Pull it tight boot strap (I was peaceful)
Strap it on and top 'em
I've been so politely at the
I've been so politely at the (I'm a creature)
I've been so politely at the *(I'm a feature)
I've been so politely at the (and I am on fire)
But I am an old phenomenon
But I am an old phenomenon
But I am an old phenomenon
But I am an old phenomenon
Aug 2, 2025
Aug 2, 2025 at 2:50 AM UTC
It’s no mistake we met,
Not mere chance or happenstance,
like it was written in some old dusty book,
I’ll fight in your corner,
And if oak doors and drywall have taught me anything,
It’s that I’ve got a mean right hook.
Mar 10, 2022
Mar 10, 2022 at 8:14 AM UTC
The older we grow
the faster life goes,
priorities change
quality of living
and loving takes
precedent, over
self-indulgence
and material things.
Nothing as important
as family and friends.
It is racing now,
these fleeting days
and years, reflected
most in my grandsons
growing too soon from
children to young men.
Along with Steller parents
our little farm provides
a learning ground for the
kids, teaching life lessons
that inspire character and
self-discipline, with Cows
and pigs to show at fairs,
pride earned with accomplishments
and Blue Ribbons to share.
So lucky am I having a ringside
seat, watching yet another family
generation grow and ascend,
Football and basketball
games to attend, Christmas
morns of excited children
clamoring down the stairs,
many birthday celebrations
with ever more candles aglow.
Memories all, retained and shared.
Perhaps the best part is,
these grandsons of mine,
still are up for hugs and
good night kisses, genuine
affection received and given.
Families are a true blessing
and a privilege, the only
real reason we are here.
All these things, remain the
sweet frosting on my aging
Grandfather's cake of life.
I sometimes wonder where
I would be without all these,
my reasons for being?
Feb 24, 2023
Feb 24, 2023 at 5:08 PM UTC
On Saturday October 20th, there's a WWE Live Show in Portland, and I can't wait to go and see it.
There are some many things I'm excited about for Saturday, but due to the internet on this guest computer being slow, I have to hurry.
The normal 20 minutes has turned into 11 minutes as of now, so I need to get these thoughts out a bit more quickly than usually.
Alright, let me start with this is the second WWE Live Show I've been two in the last year.
The last one I went to, was only in July, only two and a half or so months ago.
And that show was so much fun, that my PaPou K said for me to tell him when WWE came back to Maine, and I did.
I didn't think we would be able to go to this show, as we were still living in the condo, and were waiting for our mobile home to come.
However, my Mom told me to come downstairs a couple mornings later, and I had no idea what she wanted.
She told me something about my money, and I didn't really care, because I thought the money was gonna go to our mobile home.
She asked me if I wanted to know the reason, and I said sure, then she told me the news.
PaPou K had bought us two front row seats to the show!
I talked to him about it later, and he said he got us seats 1 and 2 in the aisle!
As soon as, Mom told me this, I knew that meant I was gonna be able to touch hands with wrestlers, and see them up close.
The thought of doing this filled me with so much excitement.
I only have 5 more minutes, so I have to make this quick.
Let's fast forward to yesterday, when I found out more about this Saturday.
PaPou K had actually purchased the Walk The Aisle VIP Experience!
Now, I don't know exactly what this all means, though I've read the confirmation email.
Due to needing details and directions, I think I may be a little confused until Saturday, but I still can't wait.
I mean, the things this comes with!
I just don't really understand what the Walk The Aisle ringside photo Opportunity is, exactly.
All I know is after that, someone will direct PaPou K and I to our seats.
(PaPou is grandfather in Greek, by the way. And the K stands for our last name. Just in case, anyone got confused by that lol)
Alright, all I can say is I'm very excited, and I can't wait for Saturday to get here.
I gotta get off, and I'm sure I only got a minute or so left.
I just wanted to get this all out here, so I was able to think of other things.
I'm just estatic, and can't for to get there for 5:30 on Saturday afternoon.
Alright, I gotta go now.
I'll see you tomorrow, bye!
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 12:17 PM UTC
I enter into tunnel vision with each drop of wetness hitting the pavement sounding like a different note on a grand piano each key softly splashing and misting away into obvlivion the lucky ******** and I just sit here in my sin again until my friend saves me and digs me up from underneath whatever it is today that is covering me up whatever it so happens that I have had enough of to tip the scales of fate in favor of bubbling fizzing alcoholic waste and so I pace wondering what changed what gave my brain permission to become entagled with my heart because it certainly wasn't me or the essence of what is me or what character I pretend to be or what my ego thinkgs I would like to be and I love you this I know outside the group effort that tries to trick me that they're me and even they sometimes have to get on their knees on chorus of yes she is amazing but they always follow it up with a she's too good for the real me you really ought to just set her free and spare her misery and grief and thus therefore I have not talked to God very much lately and I'm struggling with my spirituality like all these things that I have attached myself to and held on to over the span of my lifetime has continuously been proven incomplete or false entirely and I'm green now because I'm jaded and I hate it because I feel as if my passion is dwindling at best in all aspects and it's frustrating and such a ******* mess emotionally and again I drink and it's not because of you it's me or maybe more accurately it is something that has been desperately trying to **** me the only problem is that I am not as weak as it thinks and when I have a best friend that is always at ringside with me I'm always in the battle and I will not quit I will not give up even when I'm in tremendous peril and the fact that I might be sterile is like a microcosm of my life in general where I want a family and a wife and kids more than anything yet the alcoholism makes me not the most eligable bachelor and of course socially sterile like a ***** in jerusalem I sing my hymn of loneliness wanting to connect with Him but feeling inaqequate in sin
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 6:51 PM UTC