Short Midstream Poems

hush strawberry moon
hung midstream
~ lavender whispers



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Submitted on June 7, 2019 for contest MAGICICADA 13 OR17 sponsored by MAUREEN McGREAVY...

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A crisp Outback day. . . .
Two jackaroos pause midstream.
Breathing in nature,
they hear cool rushing water
and feel the sun at their backs.


Written 2/21/12 and based on a picture  
of Australian cowboys....

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Horizons
Tangerine realms carry you away
As you drift away to a brand new day.
Saffron memories release into midstream
As I kick the dust off my cowboy boots and lean.
Watching the sunset as I day dream.
Today was a good day, as I settle into me....

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Perennial, happiness stream flows,
Stagnant seem puddles of sorrows,
In river as are rocks 
Stuck at midstream what mocks,
We know what sinks, what farther goes.
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    Reflections | 02.11.2005 |

Poet's note: This may be called a limerick insofar as its construction goes, but not in mood....

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Be tender, with me? 
in midstream. 
I will not arrive.

Perversity was not 
my virtue. I am still 
burning on coals.

It was a disappearing act. 
I become a brown rose 
in your eyes.

The impacted glitch. 
I was not deft 
at the art of weaving a ritual.

I carry the dried skull, 
of my unknown ancestor, 
who would not come back to home.


Satish Verma...

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Heart always tries
Hate always lies
Fear complies
Conundrum tears
fall midstream
Rationalization relents
Reason wins out
Confidence returns
Loss is gain
Less is more
Patterns lost
A better life ensues
Moments of abiding
Consciousness complete
Emptiness explained
Spiritual sailing
Means justify ends
Lie, Death we walk as one
We trip the Black hole together...

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Sparkling midstream waves
cuddling the body 
of the slender boat
swaying in the swell
of gurgling water

Steam from the cups
of warm brown tea
wetting the lips
with fleshy glee 

Sunlit roads
brush the toes
street children

Pen seeks
pink sheet

Love
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A Diminished Hexaverse Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
17 January 2021...

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atone for unseasoned blunders
for hearts bruised midstream
impassioned regrets amiss

in soulful waves of intent
on through the night
launch healing vibes

intoxicating perfumes
on a summer breeze
reach dormant minds

to dispel blemishes
spoils of the minds
cleanse and absolve

to wake fresh in the morn
heights of lungs imbued
with lofty mountain air     



AP: 1st place 2021

Posted on November 12, 2017...

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A long hard look softens to the touch
life lines   rivers that ebbed and flowed
the midstream upstream fight
has left its nicks and scars
but the brooks that babbled batting lashes
that sent splashes over laugh line rapids 
and pooled in floods of pain
have all eventually
come to swirl
in the curled corners
of an ultimately unerodible smile




11.26.2019

The Metaphor of your Face Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Lawless...

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Being a check out girl was not my ultimate dream.
But I learned to be polite and respectful in midstream.
My next job was as a teacher’s helper, not ideal at all.
But the lessons I learned there were certainly not small.

I had twenty-seven jobs before I got a college degree.
Learning how to be humble, kind, sincere, and free.
Each job helped me on my road to my career you see.
If you saw how well I do my day-to-day, you would agree....

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Sometimes I think, what might have been
Some choice I made, once way back when
A chance I took, to chase a star
Not caring then, how long, how far

Should I have stopped, went back to start
At least went back and got my heart
I've never been one. to stop midstream
I risked it all, to pursue my dream

I see what is and where I am
Now I don't have a tinker's damn
But in for a pound, in for a penny
Hindsight's always twenty twenty


   Daniel Turner...

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The moon was moving
stealthily in wilderness.
Time was running out
tracing the shape.

I let her go, the
comely thing, putting on
hold, the teetering
poem.

Running faster than light, the 
words catch you in midstream.
A warlord wants to put on
a helmet in night.

It was raining sparks and
cinders. You walk along the
redoubts, obliterating
simmering footsteps.


I am not a loser 
dancing in the pit of snakes. 
Bring the sweetness of venom.
I am alive.


Satish Verma...

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