Short Down The Middle Poems
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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
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
the calm and the storm
all in one
cut down the middle
MagiCicada13
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.
Form:
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
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
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
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.
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.
strapped to a chair while wires
pierced my skin, tested my knowledge
Will this ever end? Come forth not
My tongue tells all lies, as it splits
down the middle towards your
demise.
My eyes turned black my skin crawling
With fear, as my speech comes out
I feel endless fear. strap me down as
The room shakes, come forth as my
Shackles come off I'm going to my
happy place.
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.
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.
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
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
Form:
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.
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.