Best Middle Of 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
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.
Sometimes I wish
I could be more
middle-of-the-road;
with my politics
with my music
with my writing--
but, then, the question arises,
which neighborhood?
And would that road
be, public or private?
For all centers
are not in the same direction;
none of them a constant--
not even the dead
left to rest,
recycled into
God knows what?
AT THE MIDLE OF A NIGHT
I wake up to unusual ringtone
I rise to pick up my phone
One eyed half open,
I stretch out my hands down my pillow
I clean my throat ready to say “hallo”
My right thumb on the screen to slide the green icon
But….there is no message or a missed call
Oh my God, I forgot that I never had you’re new number at all
Because you’re gone- my sweetie
So reluctantly, I have to go back to sleep
In the middle of the universe, I stand
Wanting for everyone to be alive
When fear is conquered, everyone will be alive
The truth is revealed when bravery is set free
Medicine cures illness, everyone will be alive
Create a cool wave of healing to save
Able to fight terror, everyone will be alive
Will not bend to someone else's sender
When people find peace, everyone will be alive
End of war and pointless killing will be no more
As I watch I only want to see happiness and bliss
In the middle of the universe, I stand
Wanting for everyone to die
When all people show fear, everyone will die
Blazing balls of fright glowing so bright
As disease consumes, everyone will die
Hot flames of death with every last breath
Disabled by terror, everyone will die
Giving life to the invader's knife
On the day of the final war, everyone will die
As the final body falls the end of time calls
As I watch I want to see pain, suffering and death
Two opposite ways to look at life from the middle of the universe.
Form:
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.
I drink poetry and excrete it in my imagination to the taste of soup, inspiration in my gutter of sky, the farces run the barn of wood crawling fingers, digging deep into the fury velvet twilight map the location
Entertainer decapitate loyal crew to the kingdom of kingpin round morning blessing brother meek of submerged answers never to be repeated to the third person singular, but lukewarm of appetite detached morning mum.
Line of angry dull pin the sharp hap to the loot of moon pointing straightforward to the faded Antilles, Western Indies scruffs of limitless anchor of my days to that thwart of subliminal good to go.
Smiling moon to the center of the sky peep into my prison of imagination, padlock to the gallows mistake shaking the dignity of arrow to the cloak the tempest banana republic to repugnant whistle sound
The kilos of rhythms backed up my pant of pain to till sunshine yet to blame the belated from the bereave lure to deputizes the post of ray to tray of mishaps, the din of lion claws of fun rub truth leaning side by side sip the peg of life to the smile of hyperbole.
The sharp thoughts quick under my pillow from voices of an Island crying to trembling hawk jog of bug nails sound decontrol of hail night and the root of thief.
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
The moon was on leave,
The stars were no more
It was not, but in the mid of the darkest night
It was not rain, but the tears of the sleepless eyes
That washed away the beauty of the beautiful sky
It was, but a night of moonless sky,
A night of starless sky
It was, but a wonderful night of the waterlog eyes
It was a fearful night for the fearless heart,
A breathless night for the breathing heart
A restless night for the resting soul
It was in the middle of the darkest night,
A night of light less sky
In the middle of the Universe I stand
Confusion reigned, mixed emotions overwhelmed
How could this happen to me?
Unjustified accusations, so called 'friends' had lied
A witch hunt collaboration by a mob
I try my best to hold my head up and not sob
Suffice to say I know it is not me
Who had spilled the beans, how could it be
Cold shouldered, realisation crept through my frame
So desperate now to clear my name
No-one wants to be my friend, so
In the middle of the Universe I stand.