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I'm at my best in a messy, middle-of-the-road muddle.

quote by Harold Wilson
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A Little Turtle Called Muddle

There was a little turtle
and his name was Muddle
because at times he got confused
could not remember if he was
a tortoise or a turtle.

Had Muddle been brought up
in the wild
he would not have been confused,
but he was brought up in captivity
and now he was not sure what he was suppose to be.

Now Muddle lived a sheltered life.
He had no friends or playmates
to keep him company.
Then one day in his glass cage,
his owners put in someone new.
Now he had someone to talk to.

The newcomer stayed in his shell
afraid to come out. He felt safe in there,
thinking no one could see him
when he was
tucked inside his shell.

Muddle moved up to him
and nudged him with his shell.
“Have you gone to sleep in there? ”
Muddle asked as turtles do.
“Come on out,
no one is going to hurt you.”

The stranger poked his head out
and gave a look around.
“Who are you? ” he asked.
“My name is Muddle. What is your name? ”
“My name is Timmy
because I’m rather timid.”

After their introductions,
Muddle and Timmy
settled in for a long chat.
They talked to on another
between little snacks,
from sunrise to sunset.

Now Muddle had his company,
someone he always wanted,
and Timmy had a friend too.
They both lived together happily
and as they grew older
Muddle found he wasn’t Muddle at all.

As it turned out
Muddle was not Muddle,
But Marianne.
He was not a boy, but a little girl.
Now Marianne and Timmy
live together happily.

They are hoping for
the patter of little feet
in the not to distant future
as they start their family
and live happily ever after.

6 - 7 May 2008

poem by David Harris
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Goodbye! ! !

You don’t know what you missed
Sometimes I think of the list
Of what keeps us apart
And I know its coz I have a heart

You gave me a little trouble
Left my mind in a muddle
But now I’m free
Coz you mean nothing to me

Oh let me forget my lies
For I used them to disguise
How evil you really are
But I know this wont scar

You gave me a little trouble
Left my mind in a muddle
But now I’m free
Coz you mean nothing to me

My friends they saw me fall
From where I stood so tall
And they were scared
But still they cared

You gave me a little trouble
Left my mind in a muddle
But now I’m free
Coz you mean nothing to me

I tell you now that some how
Under those glares I won’t bow
And know you words mean nothing
I just want you to know I was bluffing

You gave me a little trouble
Left my mind in a muddle
But now I’m free
Coz you mean nothing to me

So now I know something new
And it’s something about you
Should have seen it before
How you’re a total git right to the core

poem by Rebecca Pepper
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A Stone In The Middle Of The Road

a stone in the middle of the road
will always be a stone in the middle of the road
despite
the fact that you are reading
a comic book
whatever content you have in there
a stone will always be a stone in the middle of the road
today, tomorrow
and thereafter.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Meet In The Middle

(chaplin hartford/jim foster/don pfrimmer)
It was seven hundred fenceposts from your place to ours
Neither one of us was old enough to drive a car
Sometimes it was raining, sometimes it would shine
We wore out that gravel road between your house and mine
Id start walking your way
Youd start walking mine
Wed meet in the middle
neath that old georgia pine
Wed gain a lot of ground
cause wed both give a little
And their aint no road to long
When you meet in the middle
Its been seven years tomorrow since we said our vows
Under that old pine tree, you ought to see it now
Standing in the back yard reminding me and you
That if we dont see eye to eye theres something we can do
Id start walking your way
Youd start walking mine
Wed meet in the middle
neath that old georgia pine
Wed gain a lot of ground
cause wed both give a little
And their aint no road to long
When you meet in the middle
Babe I love the way we work it out
Thats what loves about
Id start walking your way
Youd start walking mine
Wed meet in the middle
neath that old georgia pine
Wed gain a lot of ground
cause wed both give a little
And their aint no road to long
When you meet in the middle
Id start walking your way
Youd start walking mine
Wed meet in the middle
neath that old georgia pine
Wed gain a lot of ground
cause wed both give a little
And their aint no road to long
When you meet in the middle
Id start walking your way
Youd start walking mine
Wed meet in the middle
neath that old georgia pine
Wed gain a lot of ground
cause wed both give a little
And their aint no road to long
When you meet in the middle

song performed by by Diamond Rio
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If the United States leads a multinational force into Iraq without United Nations backing, Canada should fight beside its neighbour. We've gone from being a middle power to a muddle power on this one.

quote by Peter MacKay
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Testify

Come a little closer it's a feeling that I can't deny
I was weak, but I never thought I'd speak about the darker side
Is that a ten? I could repent on the side of the road
But, I kept on going yeah I headed for another load
I get up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground in the middle of the night
Oh, I testify
I was laid upon the grave by a preacher's hand I cannot lie
And, I forsake many vows I made to be with you tonight
Could you be the salvation cause I never felt like this before
And, could you lend me your hand because I'm falling back on the floor
I get up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground in the middle of the night
Oh, I testify
On a road outside of nowhere, in the middle of the night
Well I guess I hit rock bottom and the dawn was not in sight
And a Tempest made of fire, onset the sky aglow
And a sweet young thing called out my name
And this is how it goes, she says...
Choir:
"Go boy, can you hear them?
Are you falling through the cracks in your eyes?"
"Go boy, can you hear them?
Are you falling through the cracks in your eyes?"
"Go boy, can you hear them?
Are you falling through the cracks in your eyes?"
Meatloaf: And I got down on my knees
Choir :"Go boy, can you hear them?
Are you falling through the cracks in your eyes?"
"Go boy, can you hear them?
Are you falling through the cracks in your eyes?"
Meatloaf (over the top of the choirs last two repititions):
I get up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground and I'm falling back down
Up from the ground and I testify
I get up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground and I'm falling back down
Up from the ground and I testify
Meatloaf & Choir:
Up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground and I'm falling back down
Up from the ground and I testify
Up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground and I'm falling back down
Up from the ground and I testify
Meatloaf:
Every cut that heals reveals a scar that you can never hope to hide
All the pain that you restrain keeps building up deep inside
If you think you're above it then it's you my friend that I implore
You've got to talk before you run
See the night before the dawn
Before you pull yourself off the floor
I get up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground in the middle of the night
Oh, I testify
Choir Singer: Up from the ground yeah, I testify
Meatloaf & Choir:
Up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground and I'm falling back down
Up from the ground and I testify
Up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground in the middle of the night
Oh, I testify
Up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground in the middle of the night
Oh, I testify
Up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground in the middle of the night
Oh, I testify

song performed by by Meat Loaf
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Messy Daughter

Messy daughter
Messy daughter
Makes my blood boil
Ought to just
Follow after
Bin her trail 
Of disaster

Put away 
Put away 
Is it too much to ask?
 Didn't inherit 
The 'tidy' gene
Well, at least
SHE'S quite clean!

poem by Stevie Taite
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I Walk Down The Road Toward Another Poem

I walk down the road toward another poem-
It will come before the road ends-
It is coming now
Surrounded as it often is by morning light-

I have made many poems in my life-
This is another one-
The one I am writing now-
Having stopped in the middle of the road
Before I get home.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Down The Road I Go

Let me tell you baby
If you want to pin me down
Better get your hammer, girl
And nail me to the ground
'Cause you won't find no grass stains
On the bottom of my feet
The only home I've ever known
Is out there on the street
You call me insane
Honey, that's my middle name
And I don't care which way the wind will blow
'Cause I don't know
So down the road I go
You see I tried to settle down
Not too long ago
You can lock my body up
But you can't calm my soul
I don't want to hurt you
Or put you on a shelf
But my daddy told me all my life
You've got to be yourself
You call me insane
Honey, that's my middle name
And I don't care which way the wind will blow
'Cause I don't know so down the road I go
I'm sure there's lots of guys out there
Who've learned to tow the line
Compared to them my life may look a wreck
But girl, you've been to college
So you should know by now
And if you can't understand me
What the hell did you expect
I'm giving you fair warning
I'm gonna say goodbye
And when I'm walkin' out the door
Don't want to hear you cry
There's so much highway out there
That I ain't never seen
And all I need is cigarettes, guitars and gasoline
You call me insane
Honey, that's my middle name
And I don't care which way the wind will blow
'Cause I don't know
So honey, down the road I go
Down the road I go
I'll see you around
'Cause I'm leaving town
Yeah, yeah, yeah...

song performed by by Travis Tritt
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I'm incredibly boring; I had a very happy childhood. I never starved, nor did I have a silver spoon in my mouth. I'm one of those terribly middle-of-the-road, British middle class, South London gents.

quote by Jude Law
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Kong's messy poem 1

Tail of echoes
reaches the stream...
Leafs of the music tree
falls in to the waves...
Glistening waves
blows on the leaf...
A song of grace
tells my hand to write a poem...
The messy poem
turns out great...
The messy poem
is this poem...

poem by Kong Vang
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In A Fighting Mood

mY FRIEND who seems to be losing his mind
is in a fighting mood

Because he loves himself too much
(Not really poetry)
He misses the mark
Delving on the ARROW
rATHER THAN the apple
He hits the forehead of the child of
William Tell

Oh, it's messy
He's messy and needs proper
Psychiatric EvALuation

Nevertheless, we still love Him
Not for what he is worth
But for what he IS.

hUMANITY, humanity
What is happening to you?

When we speak, we regret speaking.
When we write, we always feel pity at the End.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In The Middle

IN THE MIDDLE

In the middle of the unending darkness that stretches on beyond forever
In the middle of the vast nowhere whose name has no shadow and no space
In the middle of all the generations whose anonymous past will be complemented by their overextended futures,
In the middle of the mass of nameless mankind featureless
In the middle of all that is and ever has been
In the middle of what was and will be always forever not
In the middle
In one small moment whose end is unpredictable
While the light still shines on the green green world
And the love and joy in the faces and hearts we care for still breathe
In the middle of the moment before consciousness is lost forever
Somewhere nowhere who knows where how
In the middle of all we are and will never be now
In the now of this life
I write these lines for all of us
Passing dreams
Beautiful great souls
True human beings
Better than me and you
And only me and you
For all of us
In the middle
Before the lights go out
And the endless darkness
Is silence and breathlessness
And nothing whatever real
We can feel or be.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Real Is Beautiful

when you go back from where you
once stayed
you notice that there is a wrong there

and it is messy
very messy

and your friends who cannot believe it
call your attention

it is a shame they say
and it will be damaging to my reputation

but i have no plan correcting it
i leave it there
to show me who i was and why i am at present
elevating myself to another level

after all i am the fruit of so many errors
an improvement of my past mistakes

and i am real

and so i leave things as they are
unretouched and no matter how erroneous they had once become
i still think
that they are so beautiful

because they are real.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Man In The Middle

Did you see that man in the limousine
With a pretty blond, he is fifty and the girls only seventeen
But she doesnt care, and she never will
If hes ninety-five she dont give a damn
Just as long as he pays the bill
Did you see that man with a fat cigar
He just left his lunch with a belly full of lobster and caviar
He can choose the wine from a vintage year
He can drink champagne in his limousine
While the rest of us drink a beer
cause hes the man in the middle, never second fiddle
Just like a spider in a cobweb
Hard as a hammer, not the kind of boss you double-cross
cause hes the man in the middle, knows the way to diddle
Hes never bothered by his conscience
Deals with the devil, cause he wants to be
Man in the middle, the middle, the middle
In the middle (in the middle, in the middle...)
But you see that man made a big mistake
Even though hes got all his servants and a mansion beside a lake
And the money too, all that he can spend
He can buy the most, nearly anything
But he cant buy an honest friend
cause hes the man in the middle, never second fiddle
Just like a spider in a cobweb
Hard as a hammer, not the kind of boss you double-cross
cause hes the man in the middle, knows the way to diddle
Hes never bothered by his conscience
Deals with the devil, cause he wants to be
Man in the middle, the middle, the middle
In the middle (in the middle, in the middle...)

song performed by by ABBA
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Peripetia, or Flowers for Everyone

How difficult it is to love the stupid
in ourselves, not to mention the shortcomings
of others. Each time I stumble from
a pair of platform shoes, how clumsiness

surprises! I'm astonished - even worse,
appalled - every time a shiny SUV
insists on jumping out in front of me.
How slow I am to understand the obvious!

I'm going outside now to gather calla lilies.
How strange it might be if I still had the brains
of a twenty-something Ph.D.-in-training.
The red ones I've been growing. And memory,

what a laugh, stuck between experience
and precognition - middle of a road
where no one wants to be. What a load
of magic beans that is. I mean, that is, disdain

for the middle of the road, not the precognition.
I know I won't remember what I said tomorrow.
Now I'm up a tree, climbed it with thorough
joie de vivre. Tell me, did you ever get the lilies?

poem by C.J. Sage
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In The Middle Of Nowhere

(buddy kaye / bea verdi)
Where does our love lie?
In the middle of nowhere
Will it soon pass me by?
In the middle of nowhere
Baby, wont you tell me
What am I to do?
Im in the middle of nowhere
Getting nowhere with you
Mmm, where did my heart land?
In the middle of nowhere
Where are the dreams I planned?
In the middle of nowhere
Listen to me baby
Listen to my plea
Im in the middle of nowhere
And its worrying me
Over and over again
You tell me you need my love
If what you say is true
Why cant we be together?
Over and over you tell me
Im all that youre thinking of
Baby you know that I love you
But I cant wait forever
Where does our love lie?
In the middle of nowhere
How can you let it die?
In the middle of nowhere
Are you gonna leave me?
Leave my heart astray
Im in the middle of nowhere
Come and show me the way
Over and over again
You tell me you need my love
Baby you know that I love you
But I cant wait forever
Where does our love lie?
In the middle of nowhere
How can you let it die?
In the middle of nowhere
Are you gonna leave me
And leave my heart astray
Im in the middle of nowhere
Come and show me the way
Hey, where does out love lie?
Come on now
Where does our love lie?
Right slap in the middle of nowhere
Right slap in the middle of nowhere
Right slap in the middle of nowhere

song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Far From Normal

I’m agonizing between smiles,
Still here but found across miles.
In the middle of laughter I’m crying,
In the middle of songs I’m mourning.
In the middle of the day I’m darkening,
In the light of tomorrow I’m fading.
In the way of survival I’m falling,
In the middle of life I’m dying!

poem by Aida Erkihun
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There's hope for hypocrites...

Yes, there’s hope for hypocrites –

hypocrite poets, who write
from the goodness of their hearts
of the good, the true, the beautiful;

out of the chaos of the well-intentioned
and sometime messy life;

hypocrite readers, who turn
to those same poets for reminders of
the good, the true, the beautiful

out of the chaos of the well-intentioned
and sometimes messy life;

(hypocrite editors, dare we add, who,
knowing the good, the true, the beautiful,
turn down our poems, because
it’s been said oft and better, long before…)

the blessing for all hypocrites
is that they know better; and one day…

may match their actions to their words;
words, well-intentioned, sometimes messy,
written from the goodness of their heart;

and in the heart, as given timeless time,
hypocrisy dissolves…

poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Middle Of Nowhere

Way out here you can see for miles
If there was anything to be seen
Maybe I could tell the difference between
Where I am and where I've been
So if I stare off in the distance sometimes
And get that far away look in my eye
It's that my baby went and left me out there
All alone in the middle of nowhere
Way out in the middle of nowhere
Oh nobody wants to go there
My baby's gone and she don't care
That I'm out here in the middle of nowhere
Standin' at the edge of the sky
On top of a mountain so tall
Wishing to God I could fly
When I ain't even done climbing the wall
Could you help me let the teardrops roll
Awe anything to cleanse my soul
Or if you've got a single raindrop to spare
Lord I'm out in the middle of nowhere
Way out in the middle of nowhere
Oh nobody wants to go there
My baby's gone and she don't care

song performed by by George Strait
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