Short Middle(A) Poems

The end, the beginning,
nearer than far

The middle a wasteland
—to banish and tar

(Dreamsleep: June, 2021)...

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As the gentle winds flow
As the arrow left the bow
All is now understood
In my road I stood
While I'm waiting here
They are waiting there
Many things are give or take
Yet with my fate I refuse to play
I can see the end of the road
No happiness just a load
In the middle a coffin lies
May the gentle wind begin to cry...

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At the Des Moines River’s Road End
There was a sharp tricky right bend
Prickly pines there were ready to defend
Graveled middle, a modern MODOT trend

Weeds that flittering faeries often tend
Mushroom homes, upon whom elves defend
Mother nature sat on haunches to mend
Torn sage weeds, beavers had chewed to extend....

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In a muddle 
In a puddle 
In a world made of dismay
On a rock in the middle a dragon fly prayed

He was battered 
He was tattered 
He was in a terrible way
From the things in his heart he tried not to say

All the confusions
All the delusions
All the the emotions he couldn't convey
In his muddle of a puddle in this world of today....

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Up or down
  forward or back 

Polarity ends
  in a panic attack 

Start, stop 
  the stillness portends

The middle a wasteland
  lost years of pretend 

Before or after
  in front or behind 

Timing entraps
  with the devil’s design 

Salvation, damnation
  souls to contend 

To live or to die
  —to start or to end 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)...

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Lucy went window shopping 
Downtown at the antique shop
They had a  sale on lockets
So she went inside to browse
It did not take her long to choose
To spot a round silver locket
She notice it had a black trim
Then in the middle a cameo
Lucy chose this locket
To her it was special
It was different from
the others
It is what attracted her
To this lovely locket
She is pleased to own it
A one of a kind locket
From the antique shop...

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