Best In The Middle Poems
In the middle of the universe, I stand
My mind seeking comprehension
The mysteries of life tantalize my tenacious grip on wisdom
I stand
Observing omnipotent organization
The universe expands as I stand in wonder
What does it all mean?
Infinite answers press against my finite mind
Clamoring for recognition
I stand: dazed, amazed, crazed
By all I don’t know and can never fathom
Until there is light
And the light dawns
And the meaning of the universe unravels
Your celestial body orbits mine
Time after time
Your gravitational force defies logic
Refusing to stay in the paths ordained
The laws of nature are flaunted
and...we collide
My head is crowned with your constellation kisses
I travel in the nebula of your dreams and fantasies
As you dip into my body the Milky whiteness of your WAY
The universe explodes in the starry heavens of your eyes
Meteorite words of ecstasy
Streak across my sky of consciousness
Blazing...
Time becomes a non-entity
The mystery of love overshadows the mystery of life
And now I see…
The beginning and end of all creation
The sum total of my existence
Of life
Of the universe
Of...EVERYTHING
Is here
It’s eternal
In the middle of the universe, I stand
I understand
The universe is LOVE
In the Middle of the Universe I Stand Contest
Sponsor: Vernela S Walker
February 5, 2015
In the middle of my own small world I stand,
Both feet planted firmly on the land.
Gold is the sun in the sky.
Oh, that I could fly!
Then you see -
I
Would be free!
Earth-bound, though, I sigh.
I'll remain so till I die.
Knowing that out there is something grand,
In the middle of my own small world I stand.
Written 2/5/15
Now for Joseph May's 'Andaree - 11 Lines' Poetry Contest
“In the middle of the night, when the butterflies dance to the moon's song”
~ Anoucheka Gangabissoon ~
In a tiny cove nestled across from the sea,
The children of Neverland venture happily.
In the middle of the night as owls take to flight,
The moon sings a hushed lullaby soft and light,
And butterflies twirl and dance to the song.
Fireflies and pixies join in the fun following on.
The children of Neverland who will never grow old.
The earth is their playground to have and to hold.
They are the children whose spirits are free.
Taken too early, now they stay young for eternity.
Their day is our night, always keeping out of sight.
They giggle and rejoice. Their laughter can’t be heard.
We mortals, long to hear them, we can’t hear a word.
The secret of their playtime is held by the One above,
Nurtured, cared for and comforted by His tender Love.
The children of Neverland, in our hearts will stay.
A parent that’s lost a child should be glad they still play.
In a tiny cove nestled across from the sea,
The children of Neverland venture happily.
In the middle of the universe I stand,
But that universe is only mine.
I’ve heard you’re in the middle of yours,
And I think that’s just fine.
Should our universes overlap,
I hope we’ll get along.
Bound to be issues now and then,
What is right and what is wrong?
We’ll have to share the time and space.
We’ll have to share the future too.
Good or bad, right or wrong,
I guess I’ll share my universe with you.
Though we thought we stood alone,
Each other’s universe has changed.
I suspect that was God’s Plan,
That it was all ‘arranged’.
In the middle of the universe I stand,
Sharing with others in the middle too.
“Here’s a place for you, and you and you.” He said.
So thankful that He said,
“And here’s a place for you.”
3February2015
Three wooden crosses stood on the hill that day.
Two held thieves who deserved the price they'd pay.
The man in the middle was innocent of all,
It was for sinful man he was taking the fall.
The jeering of passersby rang through the air.
Women were weeping, overcome with despair.
The man in the middle cried out with last breath,
"It is finished", as he surrendered to death.
The ground started quaking violently then,
And darkness descended, not letting light in.
God's righteous anger over sin was unleashed,
On the man in the middle who was now deceased.
Three wooden crosses stood on Calvary's hill.
The man in the middle was silent and still.
BUT... Sunday was coming!
4/2/21
Have you ever been so lucky as to have seen
in the middle of the night
a kaleidoscope of butterflies? How beautiful the sight
of violets, blues, black on white
and the royal monarch’s hues.
If you should be so fortunate,
please go outside and let yourself believe
there’s music in the air as the rabble flutters.
Notice that the butterflies are dancing.
The moonbeams shining on them
can create a melody of sweet tranquility.
Listen very carefully; you can hear it.
Fling yourself into the night and join the throng.
If you let your imagination soar,
you too can be a butterfly twirling and swirling
in the middle of the night
when the butterflies dance to the moon’s song.
Meet me in the middle. Is this how love dies?
You’re changing. Why can’t you compromise?
Things used to be so easy.
What happened, sweetie?
You could find
me
on your mind
if you’d let things be
how they were naturally!
Let love shine again from your blue eyes.
Meet me in the middle. Is this how love dies?
Nov. 19, 2018 for Emile Pinet's Andaree Poem Poetry Contest
The volatile excerpt reads “The behead-
ings that were carried out by the Isla-
mic State of Iraq and Syria, the
rage of hate is a control factor for
the power of the leader to be sup-
reme. Is this the measure of mankind?
The rigor-mortis that lay before us
is a terrorist creed dogma time clock.
None the less than government formed through doc-
trine of Qu’ran and Sunni stated to
be the divine order of all the land.
al-Baghdadi caliphate is mercen-
ary to the faith of the Middle East.
The rage of hate must be depleted now."
R oused was the first leader and destroyed.
a l-Baghdadi came on board.
G ruesome guerilla killed woman, man, and child for his caliphate.
E quality must be palpability today.
F ear that is caste by ISIS.
O ften is not considered by the people as a terrorist.
R egards are to the governess.
P opulations are nations
E volved to roam.
A spirations are not known.
C aliphate has formed.
E quity and identity is commercial paper shown.
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Penned February 27, 2015!
This poem is a sonnet that is emphasized via an
acrostic for the desired effect on the stated form.
Our love had been built on a firm foundation
Trust, compassion and fidelity as well
I thought there’d be no cause for consternation
We thrived for a time in a magical spell
He was my white knight and I remained his belle
Never a doubt, certainly no confusion
Any misgivings his blue eyes would dispel
But moving in marked the end of illusion
~~~~~~~~~ Volta ~~~~~~~~~~
His son emerged from video seclusion
This twenty-year-old had never worked a day
He found my presence to be an intrusion
He flung jabs in attempts to drive me away
Thought we had it all, but his son was the boss
Now I’m struggling to recover from this loss
*Entry for Dr. Ram's Spenserian Sonnet contest
A Famous Einstein Quote: Peace cannot be kept by force; it can only be achieved by understanding.
UPROAR IN THE MIDDLE EAST
In the Middle East they fight as control freaks.
Islamic State walking with their machetes.
In Iraq, al-Baghdadi is yellow teethed.
He is like an East African [g]o[d] in hideous heat.
The people survey said he takes leaks.
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Penned April 26, 2015!
In the middle of the universe, I stand
To choose between the darkness and the light
The world around me I must understand
To seek spiritual knowledge or delight
As I am a minuscule current born
To flow in life's stream to the final end
Another soul to fill God's harvest horn
This center is mine to own and defend
To let evil, conquer its fragile wall
and allow demons to enter its door
To tilled dark earth my spirit will fall
The harvest horn would gather me no more
And should my universe lose its center
To fiery gates of hell, I will enter
2/4/15
In the middle of the universe, I stand
How can I complain when everything is grand?
In a vast space so immensely deep,
A watch for unwelcome hooligans I keep.
In the middle of the universe, I am
So spacious, so vast, no traffic jam;
Yet as the silent void within the enormous skies
I wonder if we are able to make an effort and rise?
In the middle of the universe, I am a wanderer
Are there beings like us surveying, I ponder;
Hoping there are other species to meet me and stay
For this would be an enormous and exceptional day.
In the middle of the universe we scrape by
Curious Earthlings for knowledge we aim so high;
With consideration space we shall conquer
An enormous opportunity a waste to squander.
In the middle of the universe, I stand
Everything strange around me, I can’t comprehend;
For God is the master of the universe
I shall willingly meet Him and converse.
We are living in the middle, you and I,
between butterfly beginnings - ethereal endings.
Despite Natural Law, I'm persuaded to pause;
if possible, dear, let chrysalis continue ...
Timothy Levi Hicks
Living in the Middle
Rules of life restrict us from infancy.
If instincts are true we thrive, each new lesson,
a cynosural guide to success, an urge to forget
those practices made to thwart happiness.
Spare spending habits, avoiding the seven deadly sins,
passages, and reaching for that metaphoric sky
Until, true love, that mystic carriage to what may be;
the chrysalis that cradles heightened mystery.
The inevitable enduring of drudge before we fly.
We are living in the middle, you and I.
There is much we live, reliant upon chance happenings.
What if we had never met? If our paths had never
intersected or, if they did, we failed to connect.
Missed the perfect moment when the sky was right
to usher in romance, the laws of allurement
that shaped 'Plaisir d'amor' in magical renderings.
The ardent awareness of simpler things;
Brilliant colors, ambrosial kisses and heavenly perfumes.
The harmony of mutual understandings
between butterfly beginnings-ethereal endings.
The eager phase of dreams, of promises made,
getting used to things- some expected, some not.
then the arduous art of forgiving.
Our consent to cherish common objectives.
Was it happenstance our love succeeded - or was it
Because we overlooked each other's flaws-
What we expected in the moment?
Two souls astounded to be of the same accord;
that a chance encounter could be the cause.
Despite Natural Law, I'm persuaded to pause;
Too quickly the paragraphs of time we rèad.
Hand in hand we strolled the pages of our years,
standing fast against misfortunes we emerged,
shaped by caring and forbearing hearts.
Refusing to imagine life devoid of one another,
fighting new adversity with every sinew.
Nothing earthly, or in heaven, can measure
this small eternity we have made ourselves.
No matter how circumstance may try to spin you,
if possible, dear, let chrysalis continue ...
Suzanne Delaney
A Glosa
1
In the middle of the universe, I stand-
A mere earthling by stomping on sand
raise hands to the gods forever at odds
How to call square at the end.
2
I am in the center of all
Awe-struck wide eyes at the ball
I am six feet tall
Can I say no to death call?
3
In the middle of the universe I stand
I exist, come and exit and life is never bland
I am an old quark for Mr. Marks
and receive my bills firsthand.
4
I am in the center of all
In my eyes deepest passions roll,
In the fringes of Milky way I stroll,
"I know my voices are dying with the dying fall"*
cf.*The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
Lines 49-54 (T.S.Eliot)
In the middle of the universe, I stand. - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Verlena S. Walker
Poet: Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
Date of Composition: 4th February,2015
He's a seasoned outdoorsman; a lover
and explorer of nature who frequently
goes camping, on occasion, hunting; even fly-fishing.
He's equally at home in the wild as he is in civilization.
He's usually accompanied by his wife, or dog.
Hiking alone in the woods one fateful day,
he never anticipated the misfortune
that befell him. He built a makeshift shelter
deep into the vast wilderness
with palm fronds chopped off of a coconut tree.
Reposing nigh twilight, a rattlesnake crawled
into his shelter and bit him on the right foot.
Suddenly, it becomes a race against time
to get to a hospital, a race he's bound to lose.
The nearest hospital is fifteen miles away, by car.
The poison injected into him is spreading
from his foot up; akin to a metastasizing cancer.
He's confronted with two choices,
do the unthinkable or watch his life slowly
and painfully slip away before his eyes.
Paralyzed with fear and unable to rush himself to
the hospital as quick movements would accelerate
the spread of poison, he chose the unthinkable.
He tied a tourniquet below his right knee and began
chopping off his leg with a machete to save his life.
Will To Survive Poetry Contest (Winner: 2nd Place)
Sponsored by Silent One
Date written: 10/14/2020