Center Line Poems | Examples

Dweller of our Heart

Line of inquiry: “the essence in us is the same as the essence of the sun” Unseeking Seeker

We are as the sun,
for in us is a light.
It’s the light of One
omnipotent and bright.

This essence – this glow -
we should appreciate.
We must let it grow
to burn all hate away.

Imagine if we all,
with our love lights showing,
could create a ball
like the sun’s and glowing.

Heaven on this earth -
it's possible to be
when we realize worth
in everyone we see.

We can be victorious
when kindness we impart,
mindful of the glorious
Dweller of our Heart.

Secondhand Smoke

Swirling smoke and tobacco cheeks;
leave no glass on the patio. Plastic
water bottle filled to the gills with butts.
children don’t care -
off
in their own world. generation gap
is apparent as one grows
old. Young
will carry on. What will the world
be?
I breathe, I sigh, I hold my breath;
eventually,
I inhale secondhand smoke, and try
to reach, teach, inspire
these kids, but I can’t reach them, so I
pray.
The laughs, the jokes, loud rock, the moods
of one generation down; one
to go.
Perhaps, I’ll linger for a while; follow
grand pals, see where life leads them.
Certainly
strange on this side of life. Dear dad
doesn’t care
anymore; I can see that.
Paddling
the ball; pingpong
for all.
It is where we meet in the middle,
on
the center line - dividing net.
Sidenote:
pool is a free for all. splash.

To Whom Does This Come

Line of inquiry from unseeking seeker: 
“I am not the body, which is but dust
I am not fickle and limited mind
To whom then comes the feral of lust
Or for that matter, thoughts loving and kind”

To Whom Does This Come?

We are God’s children
made in His image,
each of us with infinite powers. 
Of what we are exactly capable
we cannot truly know.
We are spirits in time’s limitless flow.

Upon our birth on this earth,
we have no recollection
of where we came from and just who we are,
but spiritual gifts were given us
in another realm 
which in distance from us seems so far.

If we open our minds, 
God’s light can find us.
Wisdom will come if God’s love we embrace.
Then we shall know to whom all things come
It’s to us, His children -
saved by His grace.

My Future Self

Line of inquiry: 
“looking back, I’m ashamed of what I was
I’m different now, though not without flaws
Each crest becomes a trough, as we move on
God slowly steers soul towards a new dawn” - Unseeking Seeker

My future self is a river running.
Time with no end is the course I run.
Things I learned from youth have either
been tossed ashore or absorbed
within my deep waters.
Storms I have endured.
Somewhere in the
middle of 
my long
life
I 
began 
to transform.
I grew deeper
and deeper from all
my experiences.
I am flowing closer now
to the ocean of my rebirth
where I will merge with all God’s rivers
in the bright dawn of his abiding love.

I Wish I Had

 
Line of inquiry:
The ego within forced me to resist
But now I wish I had effused a love mist
With aplomb and flair, just kind of left it there
For self-aware souls passing by, who choose to pair

Long ago I was not the girl I am today 
lost in wounds and self inflicted sorrow 
I was a worldly ghost in a a sea of pain 
with no recourse to love, no not at all 

Merely existing in a fast track Universe 
I worked and slaved all day and night 
never seeing the lantern light of God 
that beamed towards my wounded heart 

Then one day the good Lord found me 
in a lost and found box of mere pity 
Oh how I longed to exude love again, 
the way I did when I was just a child 

Dropping my ego like a ripened pear 
I let go and clung to the only love I knew 
a mist of compassion wrapped me softly 
and I knew then, that I was healed.

Pickle Party

If a pickle brings a paddle
To a party in the fall,
And the court is colored umber
And it looks just like the ball,
Would you relish the cucumber
Who was forced to make the call,
Or the dill-ettante not worth his salt,
Who knows no rules at all?

Or that silly little gherkin
Who suddenly got hot,
‘Cuz that dink into the kitchen
Was his bread-and-butter shot,
And the pickleball had landed
Somewhere near the center line,
But all the little gherkin did
Was to brine till he got fined?

If they played it on the sabbath,
Is it kosher for a dill
To slap that little gherkin
And to tell him just to chill?

But the classic was that Vlasic
Who was spying on that sour,
And they caught him with the cornichon
A-peeping in the shower.
No matter how you slice it,
If you relish it or not,
I don’t need to embellish it,
That spicy sour was hot!


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for the It's a Pickle Party Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
written on 09/07/2022

Moles Day In the Sun

Nevus, dysplastic
Less than fantastic
Asymmetric?
Center line trick
Irregular border
Suggests disorder
Highly colored?
It’s no dullard.
Diameter large?
Time to take charge!
Rapid evolution?
Seek a solution.
See your derm path
For that mole
Before his burrows
Take their toll.

Texting and Driving Collide

Tragedy struck 
Didn't see that truck
Was traveling way too fast 
Didn't feel that blast
Crashed around the bin
Left a pile of tin
Used the jaws of life 
Other driver wsn't coming home to his wife
Hope his family can forgive me
I lost control and couldn't see 
Wrapped around a tree
He didn't see me
Never had a chance
Didn't make it to that dance
Happened within a blink
Wasn't any time to react or think
Crossed right over that center line
Blinding was that bright burning sunshine
There just wasn't enough time
Couldn't stop on a dime
Life was way to brief 
Left behind so much heartache and grief 
Wished I could have paused a moment before it all occured
I'd called to say I love you and your voice would be the last thing that I heard
Hope my family can forgive me
I should of slowed down so I could see
Wasn't wearing a seatbelt, another fact
Flew out the windshield on impact 
Shouldn't have been texting while I'd drive
If I hadn't been so absorbed maybe we'd both still be alive

A Christmas Carol In Summer

Scrooge over. I hit Scrooge and over slept. It's Over Scrooge. I ride my Scrooger. It's so in right now. Scrooge over. You're simply in the way. The signs of pity instruct us to give em' a brake. We do what they say and we Scrooge down to the lowered speed limit. Scrooge over to the shoulder. Watch the state Scrooger painting the image of order with an iron cane which we must pay for because he must issue citations...Scrooged order! I'm so over this Scrooge disorder. Scrooge takes your order. Scrooge keeps everything nice and neat to effectively enforce order. Scrooged over. You crossed the center line and Scrooge pulled you over. Red-rover red-rover, end Scrooge order on over—

-end

Author's Note: Wouldn't it be super fun to gather up a group of people and randomly dress in Christmas clothing and go door to door caroling in the middle of summer...?

Winning So

I play the highway one on one,
  the miles referee

And chase my spirit’s center line,
  direction up to me

The wind to fire the starting gun,
  with rules set long ago

All past and future curbside bound,
 —this moment winning so

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

Nostalgia Camera Obscura

It first began looking, at my great grandparents, in old pictures albums or on the wall, so I did not understand longing, for simpler times or why, I would think I would see a picture of me there. I would always look but never seeing me. It never stopped me from looking, when I was young, looking for myself.  The times were simpler but not easier, as the black and whites, showed the hardness of the times, written on their faces each line or scar. Written for all to see, yet I looked for me back then.  It was strange, I know; but with imagination of a child in the heroic sense. How life could have been, so much better then and what a hero I could have been.Whether, medieval or cowboy or war days, that is where I played.               In retro seeing me                                                                                                                                                                       line and scars in black and white                                                                                                                                           all the battles one

Painful Memory

I never will forget the day
my world came crashing down
It happened out on highway 6
just right outside of town

My wife and I were headed home
after dinner and a show
When a truck who crossed the center line
gave me nowhere else to go

When I hit the ditch doing 65
all I heard was Tammy scream
Everything around me slowed
like I'd stepped into a dream

We must have rolled at least 6 times
though I'm sure that it was more
Then I asked my wife if she was hurt
as I opened up my door

If she answered me I couldn't hear
for the ringing in my head
So I came around to check on her
and realized she was dead

It'll be a year tomorrow
when my life came to an end
I not only lost my wife that day
but also my best friend

But tonight we'll be as one again
of this I have no doubt
As I place her picture on my chest
and the barrel in my mouth

My final thoughts upon this earth
were of the only love I found
Because I never could forget the day
my world came crashing down


6/21/2001

The Road

The road

It stretches out before me, 
 the yellow center line 
 holding my attention.

It tells me that humankind has tried 
 and made its mark known and imprinted here.

But from the woods, the trees stretch their trunks angling across the tarmac,
A  canopy of leaves umbrella across the lanes 
 dropping leaves upon the blackness,

The colors blend the black macadam 
 into reds and yellows and greens.

The sun etches streams thru the branches down to the lines 
 and flows around the bends.
 the road disappears and nature reclaims its place

If only for the moment, the world is clean and pure again, 
 alive with living and life.

Squirrels and birds clatter in the trees and brush,
 running and racing thru the leaves.

A truck rumbles in the distance.

Everything suddenly scatters 
 and man leaves his mark 
 yet again.

Best Driver

best driver his claim
went to sleep singing_voice rang 
as he crossed the center line  






I am glad that I was there to awake him
and also that we were not meeting any
cars or 18 wheelers....

Up a Creek Without a Paddle

<                              once this girl had seen her own shadow
                                got scared begun to wag and waddle
                                crossed over center line
                                hit by semi's behind 
                                now shes up creek without a paddle 







Writen by Katherine Stella

Entry For Rick Parise's 
Shadows And Lines Contest
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