Best Catalytic Poems

I'm here because.....
I need you to believe in me
You...Yes, YOU!
My fellow poet..
You who understands
my love for words and their nuances
denotations, but even more...their connotations
their play and interplay of emotions

I need you to believe in me
believe in my voice 
my selection and word choice
believe that I...

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I was a city born and city bred young fellow,
whose shoes had mostly only touched concrete and tar.
Oh yes I had seen grass, but out on a footy ground
and my entertainment was drinking at a nightclub bar.

As a city bred young bloke I had never...

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Filling minds with symphony of truth
Opening them with catalytic mystery of light
Living waters flowing like angels’ robes
Lifting inspirations into the depths of brilliance
Omitting your hopeful eyes to the skies
Without blemish and aching to purify

You are so talented and true
Outstanding words that cringe in harmonies
Under and...

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ADVENT OF SPRING 

It was as though a sign had been received.     

The master plan, held back, now caused enaction

As if nature’s endocrines had been released
 
Flooding our world with catalytic action


Pre-dawn the Song Thrush first perceived the moment 

Her triple...

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ADVENT OF SPRING

It was as though a sign had been received.     
The master plan, held back, now causing stirring
As if nature’s endocrines had been released
Flooding all the world with catalytic spurring

Pre-dawn the Song Thrush first perceived the moment 
Her triple prelude...

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Plagued by incandescent ferments  I grapple zealously,
with tower blocks of titan topsoil myriads, 
and melange of eccentric foibles,
considered by some to be  a minus,
but without this composite what is my real nature?
reflection on a manifest mettlesome being,
leaden skewed  traffic jam’s tailback of...

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If I could be anything, I would be an enzyme.
Grown in dandelions as they are plentiful, and free,
And unappreciated now by some.
Maybe also I could be in clover.
A healing enzyme.

My catalytic action would be simply this.
I would retrain cancer cells to swallow,
Digest and eliminate themselves.
On...

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I’ve always called on dad when a problem arises.
I know he can fix it and deal with unanticipated surprises.
Some how, some way he always manage to save the day
But occasionally the problem gets bigger along the way
He will try and he’ll think, but no solution...

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Whom should I compare her to! I look around
I think a lot, but I find none
She is my god~  ~  ~ ~my small god
Worthy of praise without a pause
Each time I look at her
 and see her grayish hair,
"I am heavy with countless...

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waved away from certain topics
Yolanda and her Singing Saw blade
captured the intellectual integrity
of a generation in readjustment
freedom springs only from freedom kids
so lock your shields and set your pikes
and whatever else unmasks the poseurs
making mischief upon civilization
with zero police penetration
weighed and calibrated by the
by the...

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Poem with Poem of Day Potential
or Diet Dilemma Another Enema

My poem has much poem of day potential
Including having infinity for its exponential
And many minds must be really ridiculous
That think how awful are all my amaryllis.

Now suppose I were to look like a lunatic
Because converted computer...

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From blank screen to logorrhea, I write with confused adumbrations

Methinks hmm, perhaps
I admittedly self plagiarize and quite aware
aforementioned amalgamated, conglomerated, 
fabricated, jerry rigged, and organized 
eye gripping titled
poem already aired a year plus ago,
though revisiting said theme
downplayed now as thoughts blare,

though similarly filched content
(pertaining to...

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Flickering flames dance as nimble unclothed nymphs 
Effortlessly tangled as one hot coals thus edging them faster
I the watcher of this wondrous catalytic conundrum of heat,
Flame, fire, a glass of wine and a mood of passion sets in
My imagination takes me to a village where...

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Catapulted into seething temperatures beyond the imagination 
risking excitement in escapades that may seem inane,
potential hazard weighted against predicament predestined,
at some future stage I might peer backwards and reassess,
initial impetuousness under caustic supernatant thumbnail,
maybe I might indeed blush with profound mortification,
a recondite feverish facial blush...

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From Blank Screen To Logorrhea, I Write With Confused Adumbrations

Methinks hmm, perhaps
aforementioned conglomerated eye gripping titled,
poem already aired
though revisiting said theme
downplayed as thoughts blare
though similar content
invariably communicated,
sans trademark Pi Seine fishtail career
as applies to other questions.

This chap asks himself,
an immense task I dare
unleash unbounded kickstarting...

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