Quotes about midway, page 7
So Long
I never dreamt of a characteristic wind
Knocking into my ear-drum to tear it.
The first tread soothing it was.
Next it tickled following to hit me
Down to be trampled by a rolling rock.
Already quivering in the cold,
Fluttering still more the chill wind,
I kept trembling unable to foot on.
Caught up midway, far from home.
Became a driven orphan.But
'Home-inflated with mounted chillness
Aerated with freezing coolness
Iciness always being welcomed in threatening
Me to be murdered awefully to death.'
Finding no difference i decided to die
That spot promising to get acclimatized
Sometime somehow in my next birth
Friendly with this 'freezy-land.'
So long with sobs and sighs good-bye.
poem by Indira Renganathan
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A Boring Day
as he opens the window
there is only the shadow of leaves on the trees
on a gray background
it is twilight, midway between night and day
sounds of a cold wind from the forest
the rooster crows and some chirping birds
you sit and gaze through the window
light comes in
this happens everyday and there is nothing significant
after 49 years, and this time a hole is bored inside your heart
you fear that love is gone.
that the birds do not chirp musical notes
the wind much colder now and you shiver
light seeps in trickles like rain on your wrinkled skin
it is the same morning, and it will be same mornings all over again.
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Incomplete Message
I reached her home
To find a big lock
Mischievously
Smiling at me
My eagerness
To meet my beloved
Turned into a long wait
Through out the day
she had vanished
As smoke
Does in thin air
I walked
With a heavy heart
Back towards my home
Midway I saw her
Coming towards me
Seeing me
She ran like a hare
Opened her arms
Sobbingly hugged me
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poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Colour Changes Life
Life is a long journey
But the terrain is not at all smooth
Full of uncertainties
Ups and downs
And we are to move ahead.
Your journey begins with white liquor
Giving full energy like nectar in life
To continue journey against all odds
And to achieve the desired goal.
As you are grown up,
With the influence of friends
The colour of liquors changes slowly
From white to yellowish and ultimately reddish.
You are lying on a roadside now
In a midway of your journey
With a reddish liquor scattered nearby
To have your last breath.
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poem by Bireswar Halder
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Sic Itur
As, at a railway junction, men
Who came together, taking then
One the train up, one down, again
Meet never! Ah, much more as they
Who take one street’s two sides, and say
Hard parting words, but walk one way:
Though moving other mates between,
While carts and coaches intervene,
Each to the other goes unseen;
Yet seldom, surely, shall there lack
Knowledge they walk not back to back,
But with an unity of track,
Where common dangers each attend,
And common hopes their guidance lend
To light them to the self-same end.
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poem by Arthur Hugh Clough
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Crossroads of America
Crossroads of this brave New World:
tiring - perhaps no longer young
Big city, rural city? central point -
refreshing - this nation's innovative belly
city of indigenous America, cosmopolitan
reflective - luminescent in waning light
hopeful in the new day dawning bright
still movement, raucous plains of crop
Gridded out on one mile square
soldiers and sailors commemorate
midpoint triumph at Monument Circle
no governor on this spot will reside
interstates intersect downtown - out of town;
glass-domed rotunda docile suspensions
champions cheer in the hall of White River
fast paced spin abouts at the Motor Speedway
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poem by Frederick Kesner
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The Unicorn
The saintly hermit, midway through his prayers
stopped suddenly, and raised his eyes to witness
the unbelievable: for there before him stood
the legendary creature, startling white, that
had approached, soundlessly, pleading with his eyes.
The legs, so delicately shaped, balanced a
body wrought of finest ivory. And as
he moved, his coat shone like reflected moonlight.
High on his forehead rose the magic horn, the sign
of his uniqueness: a tower held upright
by his alert, yet gentle, timid gait.
The mouth of softest tints of rose and grey, when
opened slightly, revealed his gleaming teeth,
whiter than snow. The nostrils quivered faintly:
he sought to quench his thirst, to rest and find repose.
His eyes looked far beyond the saint's enclosure,
reflecting vistas and events long vanished,
and closed the circle of this ancient mystic legend.
poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
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Just Another Day
Just another day, when my heart sings with the sweetness,
Of endless loving things,
Souls intertwined and locked, as deep as the Grand Canyon,
Please don't mock,
Our world is rich, vivid with colours blending smoothly,
On a artists palette,
Pictures of a couple, in bloom midway through life,
A long way yet, from the sanctuary of our tomb,
Honesty binding us like sheaves of hay,
In ever sunshine fields of may,
Life is a roller-coaster, with no shady deals,
Memories deleted, as we focus on our passionate reckless abandonment,
With dreams of a humble abode, with no foe's, just your loving doe,
Just another day, even when strong winds blow,
When i see your splendid face,
I can challenge this life, at any pace,
My man is full of spirit and fun, he is more than a king,
Pat is an ace,
Just another day, when together, we will win life's enduring race.
poem by Hazel Durham
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New Niche....
at first we walk hand in hand
tighter is her grip on my palm
my fingers are getting numb
choked
existential disaster
so i slowly slip my hands from your hold
and you notice
so you also let the slip lose
and my hands are free now
and we do not speak about this matter
perhaps because we like it
to happen
and you have seen another part of this life
a slice
sweeter to your taste
the one than can please and appease you
and i let you go
and i imagine myself as the new wind from the sea
spreading in all directions
as i too let myself go
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Her Three Untimely Swings
It feels to me that I am here,
In a candelabrum, in a sugar bowl- swimming around,
Looking out at the distortions of the dinner
Guests swimming like flies all around the caesuras of death
Which has them surrounded and out manned:
But for awhile they glow like goldfish in the midway of the greatest
State in all of America:
They glow like the fulcrum of Halloween, and they sing outside
Of the schoolyards and into churches,
Passing around:
Until they spill their own ways into monuments and dog tracks,
Until their particular unction takes hold
And they become fully developed the same way as metamorphosis
Or evaporation,
And the fingerprints you left on them like a lover’s evidence,
Disappear, or linger: and it is their shoulders that disappear
With their last names or whatever; while another
Thing even more lovelier than them gets up to
Bat at the plate of your breast work to take her three untimely
Swings.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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