Best Center Poems
forbidden
secret
nights
shower and Chanel #5
high heels
song
blonde
romance
in cascades
anticipation
a piano
red silk
french manicure
sinking
to hold
soul
mate
empty
ghostly
ocean
behind closed doors
surround
sound
jazz
musical
box
broken
pirouettes
curves
oneness
dawn...
I say to you lets take a walk...to laugh...to chill...and simply talk.
Let’s start heading across the rocks...and go beneath the streets of Rome.
Let us take a break from our feet...down a path right beneath quaint streets,
This is the place where all roads meet...where I’m meaner than Al Capone,
And I could simply make this easy...but your mind will not be blown.
You’ll never see your children grown.
For I thought you was my best friend, but for now you will face your end,
You’re heading there out of your sin...to no light...no love...or cell-phones.
You’ll dwell in torment forever, birds of feather flock together,
In this hall there is no weather, the only echoes are your own,
You’ll rot in disgust and your shameful heart will always be alone.
My love for you...I will condone.
With such greed life karma prevails...and in darkness your bones’ll dwell.
Doesn’t matter how loud you yell...no one will hear that high pitched tone.
I vent all of my frustrations...without any hesitations,
After my retaliation...of this sweet revenge I will prone.
After kicking you in the face...what’s this...is it bodily foam..?
So un-brick the bricks to the dome!
And I don’t care if your legs hurt...for this is how you made it work,
You built your tomb under a church...right beneath its’ big golden throne.
Now behind the mortar you cry...and no one can bade their goodbyes.
My friend...you used to smile so wise...who smiles now as the other moans..?
You love what you can’t have...life...I’m done...revenge has proudly shone.
You’ll die behind the wall of stone.
All of your hate and jealousy...is buried with greed and envy,
You’ll fade from earth as unworthy...right beneath other dried up bones.
Here’s my remorse...wait a minute...clear my nose...on the wall I spit,
Your ego fits nicely here...I’m starting to like your new home.
I’ll let you be with a marker...that I have engraved out of chrome.
“The center of the catacombs”.
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The form is Trochaic Octameter
Iambic pentameter serves as the substitute.
Lord I stand alone before you.
My soul lay at your feet
I seek your wisdom and your strength
In life’s walk I am so weak
You are my guiding light dear Lord
You are the King of Kings
But yet you are my Father and friend
Loving Mercy and Grace you bring
Forgive me of my failures Lord
Let your wisdom rain down
Stand with me Lord where ere I go
when satan’s darts fly all around
With every Mountain that I climb
the valley waits below
You are with me and you hold my hand
with streams of GRACE that flow
Thank you for our quiet times
my heart cries out to you
I beg your love for all I know
give them life brand new
I sing my love through feeble words
so unworthy for you
All Choirs of Angels sing your praise
My heart sings with them too
My King, My Lord, My Master and Friend
Never turn from me
Mold me into your Child today
Oh this, on my knees I plea
Please bring our Nation back to you
your wisdom we desire
Show Satan’s demons their great defeat
Let us never tire
Give us strength to stand to the end
Come quickly Lord I pray
Bring revival back to our land again
Start with ME in my walk today.
I'm coming from afar, I'm after who you are
I'm coming fast, and not on the grass.
I've traveled all night
to fight this fight, new history I will write
I'm coming from the sea, and my soldiers are with me.
I've got the king, crown and the key.
I'm taking center court
because you're coming up short.
and who's gonna stop me
My crown on my head, your reign is dead
My scepter in my hand, my castle boy its grand
My soldiers on the standby and this is why.
we have surrounded your fort.
I'm taking center court, you're coming up short
and who's gonna stop me?
this is not a message or a makeover
ladies, this is a takeover
I stand center court, never to come up short
need no support. I got the key, and who's gonna stop me.
This is the center
of all my work
I write one line
before and after each line
and you will see
when you place my lines of other poems in between
this is my reality coming undone
for this is my center
For I am but a fool
out to trick myself
I am a clown
stuck in the middle
of something
and somewhere
wondering what else?
This is the key
of what i said before and after
the reality of my craft
and the solutions
to all my upcoming endless
psycho babble chapters
of genies and wishes
and batters and pitter patter
This is the center
I'm spiraling out from
a line above and below
to read between
each piece
a true obviousness
of limited wonder and laughter
moons
and hanged men
For this is just the middle
of everything
but it's not really
so this is my disguise
of a confession
Thrust in the centre of the storm’s wild roar,
Oh Lord, my Heavenly Father, you were near.
I relied on you and it was your kind face which I saw,
That you mended my torn spirit when fear did gnaw.
When wind howled loud and thunder boomed and burst,
In your mercy that exceeded all bounds, I did trust.
I knew you couldn’t turn your face when your child,
Held in utter helplessness was crying for aid.
When fear and anxiety swivelled and raked me
Shaking me and sinking me into the depths of the sea
You anchored my soul to faith that made me proclaim-
‘Jesus alone is my sole refuge and no other name’.
Thrust in the eye of the storm, when I was with fear rife,
And when no one was around to save my life,
I saw you standing lovingly within my reach,
With hands held out to me, ready for outreach.
When tossed by the currents of fiery storms
Lord! You made me seek the safety of your arms.
When I was drowning in the sea of escalating pain,
You strengthened and sustained me and kept me sane.
Make me feel, you are there in every rhythm of my life.
More when life becomes burdensome with problems rife.
Over the arid deserts and the stormy turbulent sea,
I pray to be by my side as an abiding presence, piloting me.
Yes, see the entry,
Enter the center
and feel eternity.
Somewhere beneath my eyes
Some bare the mark of lives
Sum time past, at last
to remember. After thunder,
that life is divine. Reach...
Yes, see the entry
Enter Center
and feel eternity,
Mystery,
Mysterious history...
Some poetic chemistry,
Some dare love to see.
Sum past to present
and remember...
that Living is the Time
Center.2 Thunder.
A very touching version of Clement Moore's 'Twas the Night Before Christmas. A warm tribute to all dispatchers & police officers everywhere.
T’was the night before Christmas, and all throughout comm.
We sat at our consoles, expecting it calm
the Dispatchers with their headsets, the CAD in high gear.
I looked at my computer, and the phones waiting to hear.
I started my dinner, the microwave to ding,
of course at that time a 911 call did ring
An intruder was the call, per the person on the phone
My dinner was interrupted by the ole’ hot tone.
The address was given, and with a flash officers flew
their cars going code-3, Their lights red & blue
Stay on with the caller, We need more was their request,
Typical, telling us how to do our job, was our quiet jest
Now this being Christmas, Santa was hard at his job
He could never imagine, being accused of intent to rob
2 cookies from the plate, and milk from the glass
While giving out gifts, he didn’t expect any “sass”
He first heard the growl, and then the dog gave a bark
Everyone was out of the bed, quick as a lark
Santa heard them start to shuffle, and knew it had begun
When someone yelled I have a gun, and we’ve called 911.
Officers set up a perimeter, and a command post
They had a K-9 enroute, this suspect is toast.
The Dispatcher remained calm; kept the caller on the phone
Obtained a description of the man, let them know they weren’t alone
Dressed in red and white, his belt and boots all in black.
Santa said I will give you all coal, plus I’m taking your things back.
Officer’s then gave a code-4, just a man giving out toys
We figured with this shift it would be Taser deployed.
Our blood pressure came down, still maybe up 10
The family went back to bed, to sleep once again.
Santa said thanks to the officers, with their badges and guns,
He said a special thanks to those who calmly answered 911.
Thus I re-heated my dinner it was only 2 hours old
But working in dispatch, food is better eaten sometimes cold.
Santa flew over the comm. center, later that night
And we heard him yell out, as he flew out of sight.
Thank you for answering all of those 911 calls
Your pride and professionalism make Holidays Merry for all.
May you all have a safe and wonderful Christmas Holiday.
Small little Molly
Waddles around in the yard
Center attention
Birth of two children changed things
We forgot, Molly!!! Outside!!!
1/4/2015
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Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Long before dawn
we find
the most incredible
silent energy.
A line of cars
and trailers
packed with
questionable treasures
idle,
waiting for their
booth assignments.
In the field,
in the light of headlights
hushed merchants
set up their tents
and tables startled
only by an occasional
tent pole striking
the pavement.
Some, self satisfied,
have been set up for hours,
these are the "professionals",
who calmly wait for the start.
Various degrees of chaos
marked the rest
as they try to decide
how to best present their
once prized,
nostalgia wrapped,
discarded, rejected,
hopefully priced right,
wares.
In the half light
a question permeates the air.
It is a question that goes back in time
before mini-vans and pick-ups
to push carts and horse carts
and before.
Will I make enough to cover
the booth fee?
Will I sell enough to cover
the check I wrote to pay
the booth fee?
Will I make enough to pay
rent, feed my children?
What will I do if this doesn't
work?
Abandoning the stars;
With a mighty wit ,
He set underneath, to the grounds.
-Ism
origami dreams -
snowflakes of the past back home -
wish I were with you...
for SKAT's Haiku contest
Yeats got it right--
the center will not hold.
We are falling apart and
know it not: what succor
will there be for the blind?
So evil plays out in furtive
hit and run, slaughtering
a movie theater, killing nine
in a church, rampaging
through a kindergarten--but
their spirits are released to a
world devoid of evil, hate,
while their killers have sadly
murdered their own souls,
damning them to a black
tormented darkness for
God knows how long.