Best In The Midst Poems
Walking upon silent parched paths,
under speechless scarlet skies.
Your name sits upon the tip of my tongue,
listening to the susurration of my heart.
Each vibration echoes tones of lament,
conflicted by the principles of time.
Adrift in the midst of gladness and sadness,
in a plot without a twist, lost in blackness and slackness,
through turbulent trials, I yearn for you to return.
Distance remains an unknown intangible pain,
but visions of your timid cute brown eyes remain.
How your mouthwatering scent seduced senses.
How your luscious lips dissolved all walled defences.
Now I yearn for queen of my heart to re-appear,
to sleep in each others arms, into the new year.
Adrift in the midst of gladness and sadness,
in a plot without a twist, lost in blackness and slackness,
through turbulent trials, I yearn for you to return.
Without you the mind is misplaced in marshlands,
where intimacy is lost to complex riddles called life.
Under cold ebony skies, your memories flicker like candlelight,
you are the flame, which insulates my heart with devotional delight.
Silent One
26 December 2019
Wanted to experiment with a mix free verse and rhyme.
After contemplating calling it a free verse or rhyme, I settled for lyric.
Maybe an idea for a contest.
"In the midst of winter I found there was within me an invincible summer.
That makes me happy because it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me there’s something stronger something better, pushing right back." Words by: Albert Camus
in the midst of winter
a rush of wind comes my way
moving me forward
it doesn't matter
the push and pull of the world
I seek my own life
each day I cradle
the hours of my existence,
giving them my best.
In the midst of my dreams
where happily ever afters
and fairy tales come true
the scarlet rose moon dips
as she dances along side me
under a million flickering strobes
illuminating our milky way serenade
I call out her name
and the brightest star shines
I watch her gleam
I watch her glow
basking in all that's good
and I know
that beauty
The same beauty I see in her face
as I hear those fragrant whispers
showering down on me
In the midst of solitude…
I’m upheld to learn from God Who teaches the best lesson:
Such is to love Him above all – in and out of season
To esteem Him with pure heart’s reason
Seeking His grace to transform me to be a better person.
While gripped with solitude-dread…
I’m led to understand that to fear the Lord is indeed vital
Since doing so for wisdom-gaining is fundamental
To keep me from sin that’s perilous and fatal
Bringing me His blessings in their grand total.
Though solitude-stricken…
I’m enabled to trust God’s Word which I must cherish
As my faith stands against trends that easily perish
Upheld by His truth mere opinions can’t tarnish
In His confidence He does readily furnish.
In vanquishing solitude-despair…
I’m pulled to flee from worldly influences’ destruction
Overcoming pride, flesh and vanity’s temptation
As I walk through the Spirit’s confirmation
While in His fellowship I bring to Him my petition.
To combat solitude-gloom…
I’m engaged to abide* in Christ since He's the best Driver
For that’s the best choice I have as His love-receiver
I’ll abide in Him, by His mercy, quitting never
Blooming where He has planted me to be a help-giver.
*John 15:4 Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, except it abide in the vine; no more can ye, except ye abide in me.
May 2, 2018
1st place, "ALL YOURS (May 3)" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/3/2021.
Author Dana Redricks
November 14, 2019
Trusting God in the midst of the
fire is a challenge we all face.
Especially when it seems you been
through fire for a long time, is all have
you've known. I have come to realize
that although my life has not been
always easy, God has brought me
this far I know he will continue to
bring me through. Just like God
delivered the three Hebrew boys
through the fire, I know God will
continue to deliver me. Although my
challenges have been many, but
greater is he that in me
than he that is in the world. Praise
God through whatever we face in this
life.
In the Midst of Chaos, There Must be Peace
Within all debating, fighting, hating, and an act of mayhem. There must be peace. Peace just the word alone gives people with no hope, hope.
Dreams of better days to come. Some crumble at the mere thought of peace.
Some fear the shear release of something so powerful, so overwhelming. The point of people getting alone seems to be utter chaos.
The madness of instituting drama, rage, hurt, and pain. Others will love for you to sustain in that place of anguish. Viewing you dancing in the rain, but not of joy. Just to watch another and another destroy all that may be just. Lost land, loss of money and trust, but what about a loss of one's self. The lost that brings on chaos, the sickness, and madness. The lost that dwells and swells to the top, but makes its way to show your reflection. Just a ripple in time, where we all should want more. Not for a day, not for a second, but for the thought of knowing that its possible. Possible to curve the hatred, possible to know, you can control the way things turn out and the way they escalate. Try peace over madness and embrace the things that you would truly want out of life, everlasting.
Darius Howard
Of the distance,
beauty appeared at peace, calmly resting.
Proximity grew closer to this human figurine;
lengthy legs painted in ocean blue jeans.
The thesis statement to male's eyes in dreams.
But those legs...
Those legs were the topic of my eyes
Pupils conversing in-between her inner thighs
The rhetorical tongue eager to submit beneath sun rise
Thickened bridled muscle strengthens to rise
I mean d*** Oh me! Oh myy!
Oooo wee such a beautiful sexy queen.
Envisioning,
If at current, her faucet is running. ..
Slow-ly d
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g or simply leak-ing
So the fleshes hydration can be full-filling.
Muscles within muscles while warm liquid falling?
Can we start engaging?
Lips connect; gently kissing... (Pause)
But the guiltiness in the minds eye began interrupting
Spirit intervening
Muscles deflating
Suddenly, no tempting to the extent of no lusting
Corrective vision restoring
Walking through the escape door from fornicating...whew!
As the moon tiptoes in
Eyes close and knees bend
The darkened closet within
Praying to overcome this certain sin
That I indeed struggle in
And that I may be born again
This I pray, from day to day...Amen
INK-U-SCRIPT
06-04-2014
A region of large treasury covered by sand
most massive in the Middle Eastern geography
and a peninsula, known to be the world’s largest
is the origin to the fastest growing faith
and a home sustained by absolute monarchy
Conservative ideology, well crafted into lifestyle
diffusing such through the medium of horses,
and exoticism well symbolized by camels
with Mecca and Medina the center of its holy shrines
It may be the last follower of women political empowerment,
the world’s largest domain without flowing water,
or a fighter to alcoholism, birth control and homosexuality
but not left behind in technological adventures.
Beauty and strength, lies in this kingdom of Arabia.
Twisting, surging, spattering and curling
Roaring, soaring, splashing and whirling
A Tornado’s whirling winds-spewing death
Sweeping off anything on his path
A mighty Tornado has blown a City apart
Many He has hurled from the City’s mart
He fetched and leveled the entire town
His roar nothing could have calm down
The whirling strike of a Tornado
A Tornado as deadly as Ronaldo
Mr. Tornado had been very cruel
Ruthless as lions in territorial duel
In the midst of a Tornado a treasure found
It was a grandmother’s gold of pleasure bound
Ironically, was a chapter page of Psalm 75
While many succumb the Bible still survive
The Bible provides hope in the midst of a storm
In the midst of a Tornado His word come to conform
His Word is our light in the darkest of time
He is our Lamp when life seems to have no rhyme
He strengthens our soul in times of despair
His unfailing Word invigorates our soul and repair
He sends His Word to lifts us up when we are down
He sends His Word to make us smile when we frown
Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will never pass away.[Matthew 24:35]
Fading beacons, lights along the further distant shores
As the firebugs within nights, a burning nevermore
Left unpleasured in their yearning, Seamen laden take the test of storms
As the lunar lighthouse crossing clouds, swallowing up to blacken bay
And mariners are dreaming of hearth and home beneath Trident's splashing grayer haze
But, more of regret that they're met by wave after crashing wave
And the lightning unrelenting, lighting up hollow safeties
As sirens do, louder than the roars that nature orchestrates
Where silence booms just below, the ocean offers up her truce of deadly ways
A chance for eternal rest in seabeds of reef and precious sunken treasures
Thus, once again joining their fallen, fellow shipmate anchors
In the mist of a shipwrecks, beguiled into ancient slumber
Waiting in unmarked graves to one day be discovered
Six days she lay beneath the rubble of concrete and debris,
Pinned down with little hope of survival, just faith that God would send help to set her free.
Six days and five nights, in total darkness, her weak voice called out but no one came,
A billion thoughts ran through her mind, but every thought ended in Jesus’ name.
Her faithful husband stayed at the site,
Looking, digging and listening, each day and night.
And on that sixth day, after many tons of concrete were moved away,
He heard a voice so weak, I’m here, help me, I’m O.K!
Still trapped beneath much debris, an after shock now was feared,
Much steel rebar and concrete still had to be safely cleared.
But with time running out, and few power tools at hand, the outcome looked so very dim,
Then like out of the blue, a U.S. firefighter crew shows up, and now the outlook is not so
grim.
Three hours later they pulled her out,
And gave her back to the loving arms of her husband who never had doubt.
Call it luck or call it what you will, but to me it was a miracle this woman got free,
Six days without food or drink, trapped beneath tons of concrete, it was truly a miracle
for all to see.
IN THE MIDST OF EVIL
I COME BACK FROM THE
BATHROOM INTO
MY BEDROOM
IN THIS WITH CRAFT
PRACTICE SHELTER
I FELT A SATANIC SHAKE
IN THE FLOOR
THANK YOU JESUS FOR SHEDDING
YOUR COVERING BLOOD
GOING BACK TO MY BED
SHAKING MY LEG
TO SONGS OF WORSHIP
I FELT EVIL GHOSTS
CHALLENGING THE HOLY GHOST
AND THE PAIN THAT CURSED MY
LEGS STOPPED
I STARTED SHAKING MY LEG
CUZ JESUS TOLD THE ENEMY
"NOT!"
IN MIDST OF EVIL
I STAND UNCURED
BUT BLESSED
I REFUSE TO STAND FOR ANYTHING LESS
THAN GOD'S BEST
IN THE MIDST OF EVIL
In the midst of my sorrow, there's still hope for tomorrow,
In the midst of my pain, there's still healing to gain,
In the midst of my plan, God's designing a better one,
In the midst of my disapointment, there's hope for new appointment
In the midst of my mistake, there's still more to appreciate
In the midst of my embarrassment, God kept me through that moment
In the midst of my divorce, God's designing a new course
In the midst of my trial, I know, it's only for a while
In the midst of my accident, my recovery is soon evident,
In the midst of my existence, there's always hope for fulfillment
You remind me in your words, Thank you Lord!
a colorful swarm
in daytime's rosy retreat
the still lovely hour
monarchs blues and reds
along with creams and purples
swirl about my head
where do they come from
these unplanned moments of bliss
maybe nature's kiss
In the midst of woods
I was walking alone
In a mood of sorrow
There was no one to follow
The winds blowing past me
Makes a whistling sound
The growing darkness haunts me
As I feel the presence of someone around
I got stuck up in my way
As the negative thoughts carried me away
As my Mind began to exaggerate
My heart started to accelerate
In fear of getting lost away
From the woods I ran away.