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Headless penguins doing their dance
Walking their walk on the pebble sea of chance
Their fat little tummies pushed out so proud
But no voices at all in this penguin dance crowd
Are they twins? We others ask with concern.
Without heads can the penguin dance they learn?
They trot in the our midst and begin to jive and jiggle
In no way worried they are headless in the middle
They are arrogant! An outraged uncle yelled out.
And without heads! How is it possible? Says another angry lout.
I do not care for they are pleasant enough to me.
After all how nasty can two headless penguins be?
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
It was the twenty fourth of December nineteen fourteen.
Troops were English, French & Belgians, a bloody war was the scene.
A sound was coming from the German enemy line.
German soldiers were approaching on that day and singing in voices fine.
A cry of “Merry Christmas” from the German solders who were advancing quick.
They all looked so jovial, it didn’t seem to be a trick.
For a short time, all were comrades not one bit afraid for their lives at all.
There was laughing and joking, and they all joined in singing by night fall.
Seemed all men were the same, didn’t matter which uniform they wore.
How extraordinary, enemies singing together a carol in the middle of a war.
By morning gifts of cake, smokes and clothes were exchanged by each side.
A truce that should be an example of what we humans really have inside.
A true show, that men aren’t killing machines, everyone, a husband or a son.
A true Christmas Miracle from the bloody chapters of World War One.
I watch the sun as it rise, and I wait for the moon to light up the night sky; I watch the snow as it trickles on the ground, and I can see that winter is coming around, the galaxy is free and someone among the cloud is waiting for thee. It is a once in a lifetime mission that you have to make, so make up your mind before it too late.
Here I am in the thickness of the earth, rolling back the dry dirt. The heat is strong, but I must carry on. Look at the trees, they are standing still and I can hear the universe shouting its good will; it is the price that you have to pay when your heart feels like it is running away and you don’t have a stable place to stay.
The trees sometimes are your company and sometimes the wind creates the perfect harmony. It's the rhythm that you feel that gives you the zeal; often times it prompts you to go, where to, not sure but you keep going until you open the door.
The universe is one but the distance is long. I breach the plain and walk through every lane, looking for the gravity in the sand and the glue that hold the universe together, but it was hidden beneath the root of the tree and the wilderness stood together with brevity. Come, give me your hands, and let me take you somewhere, where you can understand.
Something is melting in the ground and the “forest shrubs” are standing around, the heat is blazing in the east, so open the box in the east and let the pressure release. Nature lives with thee and they are holding conference in the middle of the sea. Create your own path if you get the ships and make a lane with them the distance will never be the same.
The universe is long but time will sing an endless song. It is the transition of the sea that keeps haunting thee. Open the door once more and let’s enter the negotiation floor. You fight for things that you cannot be but time is waiting to welcome thee. Let’s try one more time to meet and hold peace in both hands and the world will understand.
The heat is strong, but everyone must join hands and feel the vibration that circulates in the land. The heat is strong and it will drive the universe to sing a song. The heat is strong so gather around and lets us all compose a new song.
No, it’s not fully the day
Nor it’s the night yet
I am a bit sleepy
Not fully awake yet
The moon hid behind the clouds
The sun is not out yet
Who calls my name?
No one is seen yet
She liked me from yonder—
Haven’t touched my heart yet
No yearning, no longing—
It is not fully love yet
I am dying little by little—
Haven’t lived my life yet
Neither a Saint nor a Satan—
I am struggling to be a man yet;
O Lord, hold my place in heaven
I am not out of the hell yet.
I was walking the other morning as I do most every day
when up ahead I saw a car stop in the middle of the street…then quickly drive away.
I didn’t think much about this as I was enjoying the stars, the planets and the moon
until I realized that car…had run over a raccoon.
I thought it was just a cat sleeping in the road…
(on my morning walk this is something I often see)
until she raised her head as I walked by and that raccoon looked up at me.
Never approach a wild animal is a rule to which I steadfastly adhere
but something in her eyes told me there was nothing for me to fear.
I knelt down in the street next her…told her I’d sit with her a while
and as she laid her head back on the street…I think I saw her smile.
Within minutes she closed her eyes, stopped breathing
and that morning just before the dawn
as tears fell from my eyes I knew that she was gone.
I couldn’t do anything to save her when I found her lying out there on her own
but I was glad I came along and she did not die alone.
Once again nature gives us a lesson she’s hoping we all will heed
how sometimes in life and death…a little comfort is all we ever need.
They say the last thing to leave a man is hope
As he gets to the end of his struggling rope
His faith and believe gets to evaporates into the thin
air
As he is faced with day time nightmare
Every beat from his troubling heart
Becomes a life line to his world that is torn apart
Living to him has no reason
As life passes with every season
His tears washing away all his unbearable pains
As he labors day and night in vain
Misery is the only available food to his soul
Frustration and sadness forms together to make it
whole
In his world hate is a language that is always heard
And love is a word that is never said
Condemnation staring in his face like an imminent
doom
As the rain of destruction looms
Death is not far from his doorstep
As fate numbers his footstep
Every of his hours,days,months and year
Is being lived in optimum fear
The taste of anguish swifting down his throat
As he sails through the storm of life in an empty boat
Nothing on earth is at it seem
As he walks through the land of his broken dreams
Stuck in the middle of nowhere
With no family or friend to care
His desire for good is the only thing keeping him going
The strive for survival keeping him rolling
The will to swim through life misery ocean
Without the dent or alteration of his human emotion
Drawing a line between wickedness and good intention
Seeking a peaceful path to human salvation
A path that will unite his past and future
All his pains and gains in a perfect mixture
To be able to build trust and to hope again
For better days ahead like a life in a moving train
To crawl out of the tunnel of temptation
Taking a long walk to human redemption
Escaping grinding poverty
And violent crimes
You left scant existence
Holding your Dad's hand
In the middle of the night
Going on a long journey
Dreaming of a free land
Miles and miles you walked
Learning for the first time
Price of liberty is high
As you trekked along
More than thousand miles
Exhausted by heat and humidity
Hungry and thirsty you got
But you didn't mind
Marching for a cause
Approaching the border
Happily you sighed
When strangers fed you
Tortillas, beans, and rice
But things soon changed
As borders got closed
Even for asylum claims
Clueless of what that meant
You sought refuge
In your Dad's judgment
Finding a way in
Surrendering yourself
As they took Dad away
Without a hug or goodbye
Ignoring your cries
Being in detention now
Affection you longed for
Yet you carried on
Searching grown up faces
For any sign of Dad
As days and weeks passed
Till you lost your resolve
When two kids in custody died
Paying the ultimate price
And yielding to anguish
Relentlessly you cried
Unable to think or breathe
Wanting to scream loudly
But choking on your grief
No one has told you yet
Your father's whereabouts
As you wait and wait
Learning day by day
In the land of the free
What misery feels like
To a destitute child
December 31, 2018
Placed 3rd..Misery poetry contest by Edward Ibeh
Seeing a rare flamingo on our favorite beach…so far away from her home
is so special…so magnificent…so wonderful…it deserves a second poem.
When we returned the next morning to take a walk along shore
we found the flamingo in the same place we’d left her the day before.
She once again stood out because of her beautiful pinkish hue…
Just like we left her yesterday she was eating…and I thought…
is that all flamingos do?
But there is something about her eating you notice at first glance…
in order for her to find her food…the flamingo has to dance.
If you watch her closely…the way she rhythmically stomps her feet…
then moves them forwards and backward…you notice this flamingo feels the beat.
And while she’s dancing back and forth…right in the middle of her sway
she places her head under the water to enjoy her freshly churned up buffet.
She must have been quite hungry…because just like the day before
this flamingo kept on dancing and going under to eat some more.
How blessed we were to see this flamingo…
to share in the same space…
to witness not only her beauty but her elegance and grace….
And as we watched how intense she was…how proud…
how expressive…the way she rhythmically stamped her feet…
we thought how this is one of the most wondrous birds we’re ever going to meet…
We enjoyed the moment so much…we know we’ll be back for more…
for how often do we get the chance too see a flamingo
dancing the flamenco
in the water…
so close to shore.
It was near a river named Yuba
and a little town named Rough and Ready.
No. It was not dark.
It was the heart of the day.
There were no streets, dead ends, or otherwise.
There was simply a dirt road that led somewhere,
But 'dead-end to me', as per my onboard brain-computer.
The street lights were not broken.
It was rural, and there were no lights.
No. I was not afraid; just concerned and frustrated.
I was looking for 'shortcuts and time savers' but found neither.
In the middle of 'nowhere', I soon turned around and got back
on the main road. Short-cut hunt? Quickly abandoned.
Back roads and back fields? Beware and be weary.
Lesson learned? Not all shortcuts are created equally.