Short Down The Middle Poems

spare
and strike-
Superbowl...

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Square off
Center
Bogus
I am a concrete block.


Kitty-cornered
Straight down the middle
Weathered but useable
Concrete block with a cross...

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headlight came out of the dusk
heading straight down the middle of Highway Six
He is going to hit us!
The motorcycle drove through us
A ghost cycle
Our son...

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the calm and the storm
                                            all in one

                                   cut down the middle







MagiCicada13...

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hooked onto the jugular notch 
down to middle of our chest
the embodied light of Self
pulsates with potent power
illuminating energy gridlines
enlivened by the breath of God...

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Folded, creased,
a line down the middle divides us,
tattered edges,
not in colour,
nor black and white,
old but not dated,
on display,
in a window,

we fade in memory as we lose our fight with the sun....

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Two outs
Bottom of the ninth
Two balls
Two strikes
Wendy up at bat
Coy and demure
Peter on the mound
Anxious and determined
Stares down the batter
Looking for a sign
Wendy winks  
Peter winds up 
A slider down the middle...

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Thumb screws its way walking a straight line down the middle of the road hitching a ride on a new page no road kill here life’s a breeze surfing open minds along the torturous wake with all the sweet things




Candide Diderot. ‘24 


Shuggie Otis...

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Nope, benefits for the wealthy does not 
trickle down to middle-class
and the poor, that's nonsense.

Enriching captains of industry? Please.
What about the little guys?
They deserve a leg up!


Date written: 01/24/2021...

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Tickets Please

Tickets Please

The conductor tolls

To all passengers embarking
on thus journey

Whilst striding down the middle isle

Click

Click

Thank you

Can you tell me please exactly
what is the estimated time will we arrive at our expected station destination

And you call yourself a wizard
Harry...

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If you opend the door to my heart and took a step inside,
what do you think you would see?

I'll tell you what you would see. . . .
You would see. . . .

Cracks and bruises, tears and dirt.
My heart
is broken. . . .
Straight down the middle.
Stiched together with thread. . . .
Broken in two!

Cracks and bruises, tears and dirt
are what you see inside my broken heart....

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Take not your sight and blind it
Deafen not the ear and hear it
Touch not the hot but the warm
Taste not the sour but the sweet
Smell not the bitter of fragrance

Use the sense that God gave you
Correct the wrong and make it right
Hinder not those with common sense
Let the left be left and the right be right
Go down the middle of the road,

Win, with God holding your hand....

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FIRST MEMORIES STEMMING BACK WHEN YOU WERE ON THE DOOR,16 YEARS OLD,MAYBE A LITTLE MORE,ON A STOOL PROPPED OUTSIDE THE ARENA,THINKIN,YERMAN AM SEEIN YA.THIS LAD PLAYING IT COOL N IN THE SAME BREATH AINT NO FOOL. AND TO THIS DAY FROM MY EYES,STRAIGHT DOWN THE MIDDLE, NO HAIRS OR GRACES OR LIES.JUST A BORO LAD WHO HAS FOUND HIS SIGHTS,FAMILY LOVE FOR ALL HE FIGHTS.. 
RESPECT.

TONY ROBBO....

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I'm a sucker,
one of many,
with my eyes open,
one of few.

I travel down the middle road,
I take the turns it takes me into, 
without brakes, without signals,
I take the turns it takes me into.

I can't get ahead of myself,
I can't fall behind.
There are always lights,
some bright, some dim,
dim like me with this pen in my hand.

I follow the lights,
and make my turns.
I hit dark roads,
and have no fear....

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MOLAR AND THE TOOTH FAIRY
It's like I was sucking on a Sugar Baby
caramel delicacy oozing
between my bicuspids and incisors,
sweetness of the gods 
how much pleasure can a mortal woman
survive? 
Dante in my lap
Oh divine madness
Sugar Baby come to me
and she did
like a razor blade splitting my molar
right down the middle
all the way to the nerve.
What rhymes with "Aggghhhhhh?"

compliments of my friend Mattress Mary in Winter Park Florida...

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She tightens her saddle one last time
She's ready to go, ready to ride
Her palomino mare snorts and paws roaring to run
The buzzer sounds, now its on
Down the middle veering right
She makes the turn, the crowd ignites
On to the second whippin' her hard
The barrel tips but doesn't go far
One more to go, she's clenching her teeth
'Round she goes she can't be beat!
On the home stretch, kickin' up dust
Through the gate she goes
She's the number one...

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Fractured little comic book
cracked along the spine.
Must and mold exhaust you.
Dullness shows the time.

Turn a page for reading
fuzzy art in blocks.
Squares with tiny bubbles
or just a place to talk.

Staples down the middle.
Two through every fold.
Half the book is over
and several stories told.

Flipped upon your back
where ads take all the space.
Toys for boys and girls
and all the dreams we'll chase.

Fractured little comic book.
Thank you for your grace....

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She's tired of being tired,
tired of being sad.
She's tired of being broken and left in the dark.
She has tried to figure out who was with her, 
against her or waking down the middle 
because they didn't had the guts to pick a side.
I'm fine is her answer, though she's burning inside.
Feeling lonely amidst a thousand of friends is her daily routine.
For her I close my eyes and say: Be he peace,that girl is tired of pain. 
Help her not to leave her happiness key in someone's pocket....

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