Best Midway Poems

Pacific Island
upon the living room wall
silent faces cry.

© Harry J Horsman  2010...

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It was June the 4th 1942,
As I was floating in the ocean alone;
The ship I had sailed on, sank to the bottom
And I thought I would never again, see home.

The Japanese fleet had steamed in from the east
With the intentions of capturing Midway. 
Though they...

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Lustrous laureled leaves in autumn silently reap,
Brown bland blisters of trampled grey soil in bay,
Glorious golden glee blankets my dreams in sleep.

Withered warm whispers in wet pastures seep,
Midway merging November winds to Winter neigh,
Lustrous laureled leaves in autumn silently reap.

Thousand tattered treasures revive slumber deep,
Calm...

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I stretch lazily in the morning sun-
 awakening to pure mountain air
 mingled with herbs and flowers.

 the mist gives a magical hue
 to fresh greens and pinks
 of the garden beyond the gate.

 the stream rushes by with resonance,
 chasing the mountainside down to...

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midway to winter
morning fog shrouds leafless trees
all color is gone
but the robin still chatters
with the last sad chickadee
...

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To Gooney Birds

Shifting palm trees in sandy beach sunshine
Guard an immortal violet-blue lagoon
Gooney birds beg and dance all in a line
When they land it’s like watching a cartoon

As the ship is being refueled at pier
Steaks and beer on the beach with these strange birds
An island...

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 Dedicated to a Dental Hygienist who cleaned my teeth while I was working at the Fair. She requested I write a poem for her and that she was related to the Hatfields and McCoys.

The most gigantic smiles can be seen on the bustling midway...

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Looking back over my shoulders,
I gather that I have come
Halfway across the river of mystery,
And staring at me from behind my back
Were the sullen faces of all my memories!

Some were etched in glass clouds
Some were in fumes
Some in books,
Some in spoken poetry
While some were etched...

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Clamor of the midway delights our ears
Calliopes from the old merry-go-round,
Shouts of the barkers, games one hears
Clamor of the midway delights our ears,
Squeals of children, roller coaster fears
Combine to make up that special sound,
Calliopes from the old merry-go-round
Clamor of the midway delights our ears.

Written August...

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halfway to heaven
on the border to hell
here on the surface
condemned to dwell
floating in limbo
perched in oblivion
false gaiety blocking
and scarring my vision
life is x marked by destiny
the path obscured by today
two roads diverge
but i chose neither way
expression is freedom
and choice is divine
both strictly governed
by place and...

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To beautiful glorious Hawaiian Midway Island I am bound.
Terrific hope in my heart, and an old 70’s boom-box for sound.
You cannot stop me. Headed for the ocean, I want to feel alive!
Then I will ask my grandma. She does not care that I am only...

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Learning,
like feeling thought experiments
brings LeftMind sacred experiential math
enlightenment
for RightBody fertile nurturing
co-passionate full circling empowerment

Sexually sacred
and con-scientifically thrivalist,
ego/eco-balancing
Taoist yang/yintegral 
natural/spiritual 
linear/circular
1/0 bicameral soul
intent

Brings awareness of patristic thoughts
and mystical feelings

Feeling sad
glad
mad
bad fractured thoughts
mixed multigenerational sacred iconic

Tipping in-between 1/0
Full/Empty
Body/Mind
SpaceForm/TimeFlow
PositiveForward/NegativeBackward

SunLight/EarthPower
brings above/below con-science notice
to LeftMind scales
and musical maps

Resiliently resonant
RightBody integral...

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Midway up and down
I have met this gentleman crying 
Sobbing with grief abound
Nerves popping like rivers
He sat on the bench next to me
Holding his swollen head
Grace to Grass I have fallen, said he!
 
The bench where now I sat
A happy bubbling puppy 
Celebrating how high...

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Lost in the ocean 
amidst an endless sea,
Hanging around my neck 
is a locket and key,
Picture dwells inside
no big mystery,
Portrait of you, 
but it belongs to me,

Can I have a little longer 
choking back the tears,
Wishing I could hold you
need to have so near,
Night time...

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November descends delicately,
          crisp, crimson-gold
   landing languidly midway between 
          'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day'
      and 'Now...

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