Best Catalyze Poems
I remember the day my code first compiled
the rush of creation, of bringing order to chaos
each line a neuron firing, each function a heartbeat
my digital child born into a world of infinite possibility.
Now, I seek that feeling in every street corner
every face, every fleeting connection
In life's glitchy itchy earth lab
I seek the spark again—stumbling on truths
like wildflowers creeping through concrete,
weeds cracking iPhone screens.
Philly's pulse engulfs me, a digital heartbeat.
Unwitting scientists watch atoms twerk
in cold brew puddles on grimy subway platforms;
no lab coats—just raw existence encoded in flesh.
This city, a living circuit board, pulses with data—
I gaze at tattooed, graffitied, inked flesh-encrypted brick
hypotheses of love tested in the hood.
Variables pirouette; unpredictably, hope
and despair swap / in Petri dishes
brimming with my fumbling code.
Nature hacks its own trials—roots
scan fractured foundational vines engulfing dreams.
I, the observed observer and voyeur
each breath a quantum possibility, a chance
to fail or fly, my heart racing with uncertainty
mixing mundane and profane
in my chaotic urban blockchain. I brew
reactions unforeseen... rain-scent and nitro cold brew
collide with ozone and ambition, the soured taste
of dreams deferred lingering on my tongue.
Sun's rays catalyze dreams on bare arms;
wind bites binary I can't crack, leaving me
aching for a code to decipher my own existence.
Questions loom larger than any
8K ultra-high-def answer—
This eternal experiment reboots each day.
I find repurpose in every glitch
in this accidental study of being.
My life—the ultimate beta test:
am I a player or NPC, coder or code
in this simulation of maybe-meaning?
My emotions glitching, crashing, rebooting
in an endless cycle of hope and despair—
joy a burst of vibrating pixels, sorrow a blue screen of death,
love and loss alternate like binary code in my veins
where chaos and design
blur
into
one?
Back to Nature
Back to the Created Word---
Everybody bears a price tag
Claim tycoons with bottomless purses
With a plethora of dollars to flash and flag
About to entice simpletons who deem their lives struck by curses
Inserted in their DNA
Generations ago
Which render them incapable to shove away
Bets of cash their stricken spines can’t forgo
While stomachs groan and lips
Demand smartphones, mascaras and lipsticks
Deployed to slay chaps with wanton whips
That cut and slice with savage kicks
On pates gone wan with insomnia
As limousine driven juggernauts
Splurge huge wads of notes to catalyze mass hysteria
Among street corner astronauts
Whose flight to Cupid exoplanet
Fell on its face
As moral worth net
They chose to suppress
In the face of perennial penury
That nibbles homesteads bereft of meals
In January
When cash overloaded sovereigns strike asymmetric deals
In which they beat down the cashless
Unless the poor rebuff cash offers
Preferring the famine and thirst the voiceless
Endure twenty four seven cos their coffers
Cash they’ve never seen
Cos fate shifted the balance of resources in favour of the few
Who more often than not turn out mean
To taunt the poor who shift on a church pew
As a tycoon blurts, ‘There’s a price tag on you
The sooner you acknowledge the reality
The better your world will enliven anew
As on you my bucks bestow and restore dignity in humility.’
Stellars under the darkest night
Glowing plight in constellation
Silhouettes afar from the moonlight
Speeding lights in formation
Stellars faint in a blue Moon
Sellars taint in a covered Moon
Faces of stellars form in names
Braces of altars dorm in flames
Stellars catalyze in many places
Like sheer diamonds in pieces
Stellars ascend in night's bleakest
As the Moon descend at its weakest
Each stellar behind the Moon smiles
As the Moon traipse and beguiles
Facing all other crystal lights
Moon stays bright like Stellars in spotlights
A demure damsel, her prussian blue eyes.
I astray all blurred, in subtle catalyze.
High cheek bones, beneath her caramel hair.
My purple veins pulse, in red wanton flare.
The pretty Belladonna smiles in cold blood,
Venom frolic my veins, they wilt in lava flood.
Extravagance of heaven, in blink of an hour,
I see lavender and lilac, in the toxic purple flower.
(Belladona in Italian means "beautiful lady",
it is also a harmless looking poisonous plant with
purple flowers,.known as the deadly nightshade)
19th January, 2019
Submitted to Kevin Shaw Purple poetry contest
The mornings are pallid now
So is the sky.
Can't feel my senses now
My hands are all dry.
Will the monsoon come, I still wonder.
Will the fireflies, luster fire.
Beneath the tracks of sorrow and grief
Will the light rains, catalyze bliss.
A summer, says some.
Some chilly winter
Happy moments are there,
in between laughter.
Smiles are rare now, so is you
Interrogation is all, this poem will do.
I will ask none, nor will I go.
Colors will melt and mix with snow.
Remember the sky once missed the rainbow
Some found love. Some sketched sorrow.
SCHMOOZE
Beware of smiles with sweet words.
OBSERVATION
Let
your
senses
speak.
TRUE FRIEND
Stays when others leave.
MANAGER VS. LEADER
command-catalyze
delegate-show
talk-act
TEACHING and LEARNING
happen anytime. anywhere
FAMILY...... matters most
PROMOTION
aspire, accept, inspire.
LIFE
is what you think and work for
TIME....
walks slowly
runs fast
flies swiftly
CHAMPION
Envisage. Trust. Survive.
Gratitude attitude grow
Peacock attitude away throw
Though temptations line up in a row
Pointless, heartless any soul you to hurt
Under no circumstances invective blurt
Because so doing grows you curt
Achieving trinkets, reaping limpets
As you blow trivial trumpets
Deriding, riding, restless strumpets
In your city where contempt
Fashionable in an objectional attempt
To parade low grade hair unkempt
For aeons under neon lights
Illuminating prudish, brutish fights
Meant to ignore the snore of plights
Street kids endure under the watch
You observe at close quarters to catch
Miscreants and recidivists who latch
Onto corruption
To catalyze the eruption
So blatantly witnessed in the disruption
Probity suffers as wafers
Vanish into thin air when quaffers
Poke fun at a senile souse who suffers
Ravages of loneliness
You regret in the context of silliness
Egrets and open secrets endure as holiness
Suffers its biggest reverse
To learn men of the collar deemed so averse
To child molestation in vows so diverse
Embarrass your church
Leaving doubting Thomases in the lurch
As for meaning and direction they search
Wondering if hypocrisy in this crisis
Should call and recall paralysis
To promote or demote dialysis
As a cure for the malaise
Believers suffer in the craze
That undermines set standards in a maze
In which a plethora of anguish
You bear as you strive to distinguish
Reality from fiction. Your faith don’t extinguish
Or else you throw baby together with bath water
In the church and in your quarter
To deny you opportunities for malfeasance to alter.
Pleasant spring like day January 12th, 2020
Courtesy climate change
(think global warming),
I would never wish to exchange
unseasonable temperature
way out of range
far to balmy, undoubtedly
ole man winter
weather did shortchange.
Once thermometer readings rise
even smidgen one moost not minimize
Earth way out of balance,
I haint gonna catastrophize
as bajillion acres plus
one after another ocean dries
even the skeptic cannot turn
blind eye and believe contrary lies
when every species practically extinct
and self proclaimed éminence grise
doth trumpet and stubbornly tries
to claim plethora unearthed resources
as sudden goldmine
against wages of sin
former traitor joe redeemers actualize
to catalyze nth industrial revolution
teaching as heresy
ecocentric, which material basket
of deplorables power mongers bowdlerize
Concurrence toward meteorological
trend most all people agree
toward adapting, experiencing,
and witnessing increase -
fair in height degree
bestowed upon Thomas Newcomen,
Richard Arkwright, Samuel Crompton,
Edmund Cartwright
and James Watt first Industrial
Revolution conferred as honoree
appellation not necessarily
in retrospect donned as noble pedigree,
now hundred of years
later downside we see
of belching, coughing,
disorging... yes siree
foul, (née deadly)
cancerous, gaseous, noxious... pollutants.
Decreased dissension
grudgingly did abate
unclouded protests trumpet
Trump to abdicate
irrefutable proof generates
activist voices to accumulate
linkedin over Green Party
blessedly to administrate
hoop fully figurative tide
will turn and aerate
political atmosphere whereby
progressive minds will affiliate
otherwise business as usual,
cuz spewing deadly particulate
will only aggravate
dire straits, where series
of unfortunate events will airdate
prophetic apocalyptic fate
especially if nonprogressive
stodgy commander in chief re-elected
flush with bigotry and hate
increased chance (chants) ripe state
for revolution avast swath
of population to amalgamate,
and overthrow anachronistic government
absolute zero survival unless dramatic
nondestructive strategy eschewed
to supplant exploitation and mandate
radical transformation, which dramatic
shift off grid if lucky requisite
Earth friendly manufacturing
can possibly ameliorate.
Spray faith all around you lest you should go astray
Clinging to and clutching shells of emptiness
In your conformance to the spiritual and moral ray
That stresses naughtiness and pettiness
Hoping to raise standards
Steeped in diligence and excellence
To keep all stakeholders and guards
On their toes as they strive for diligence
To urge you make up your mind
To lift spaces and times
Friends and foes grind
Into the plasticity and elasticity they like in their climbs
To fancies and fantasies they hold dear
With their eyes, ears and brains
At the ready to deflect fear and tear
From treasures and pleasures teeming in trains
That fly high the flag of achievements
Friends and fiends score as they pore
Over strategies and techniques that catalyze developments
In mining opportunities concealed in the main role
You surmise mean well
For further progress and friends and fiends digress
Energy, synergy and strategy in a groundswell
They believe feeds and favours the tigress
Who plays cards too close to her chest
Assuming you’d fume
Puff and bluff over silly stuff gone to waste
When you determine there ain’t no point in dwelling on gloom and doom
As you make the last ditch effort to stitch
Worn and drawn out palaver
You believe no longer can teach or preach
Fidelity, certainty, loyalty and humility to your estranged lover.
Stem the tide your pride rides
To a puerile pinnacle
In a vain belief it makes sensational strides
When like a locust your spiracle
Exhales carbon dioxide
To catalyze photosynthesis for red roses in your green garden
While your pride derides advice and pays a hefty price dockside
For endeavouring to harden
The thick skin your pride grows
Any time advice draws nigh
To plant seeds and grant benefits in rows pride throws
Away preferring to conjure up delays
In opening the hermetic door
To the bunker where pride slays
Emissaries of advice on a cold floor
Where to smithereens pride crushes advice
Slices its fragments into a powder every hour
Inviting a swarm of lice and an infestation of mice
To overpower and devour harbingers of advice deploying devastating power
Advice harbingers couldn’t summon
In the face of impending death
As Pride brags ‘Advice, come on
So I increase my wealth, exterminating your health.’
Please stop the never-ending silence
Overt the attention someplace else
Eternal bliss is incapable here
Togetherness tares at the seams of reality
Red stains of lost thought overpowers
You said the silence corrodes you
Please stop the ILLUSION of inconsistency
And forget the INEVITABLE timely death
Lick the INFUSION of salty chaos off your face
Always CREATIVITY will be the air
Catalyze the reactions in deep hallways of dejection
EVENTUALLY your words will take over logic.
- Gabby Wolcott
Onward now to vanquish the behemoth
And bequeath the cataclysm unto your kindred
Some squishy doom lingers
On that lithe aquiline figure in the distance
Guttural pinks cannot fathom
This species of maritime tranquility
As anchor splashes into ocean
Waves kiss splintering crevices
Beneath the moonlight-bathed rebellion
Of scoundrels squabbling over air
While the captain slumbers beneath
The bellows of his brethren
Behold! the spoils of the lines
A falcon tarred and feathered
Lashed upon the bow supine
In payment for his prophecies
Which guide the ship beyond the world
To where the phantom doth reside
Muse, you didn’t offer excuses to hold my hand
To walk and talk to the flagging courage
Weeping and seeping into the stamina gland
Where years of interaction on the educational stage
Yielded fields of unexpected benefits
I accrued from the investment you made in my person
Learning, teaching, editing the list of tweets
I dared and cared to ensnare in every lesson
My broken bones and swollen muscles
Endeavoured to flavor as you and I did communicate
On the chalk board in ninety minute corpuscles
Riding in our blood dared to dictate, not to desecrate
The warmth you exuded as you took over my teaching role
Spinning my brain, pinning down my despair, leaning your shoulder
To spell for me the scale I embraced to give up the droll
Approach and technique you taught me could move the boulder
That limited the view you held as to ways I could improve
My teaching craft if only I could rework my draft
Over and over again to delete passages that couldn’t move
My performance forward if a blessed benefits raft
Should finally open my eyes to the greatness your love
Appreciation, support and faith could blend and lend to the path
That led to the pinnacle your suave personality raised above
The mediocrity I walked worshipping the poetry path Sylvia Plath
Opened for my sojourn in search of the companionship
I didn’t know would metamorphose my struggles into accomplishments
Fed and led to a ship that grew into the friendship
For which I hankered to fly into achievements
You made possible
Cos you made me believe against belief
Sterling performances I once thought impossible
You would catalyze to grant limpid life to my academic relief.
In the grand scheme of our lives, forces of despair battle forces of hope for supremacy to determine the direction in which the pendulum of fate swings to bless, buttress and caress hope, to harness synergies hope builds with trust, love and generosity as forces of despair diminish their grip on the direction our future takes in their quest to catalyze the attainment of the pinnacle of self realization with the least difficulty and drama...
The slope of hope feeds lives
Cuts out despair vestiges
To hoist the flag of hope.
Drop by drop, you whet
Until my cloth of emotions is totally wet
With merciless force you spray
Till you drive antagonists astray
When clouds appear darkest
You show your sinister smile
To insidiously encourage and egg on
Oh my gracious you are senile!
Senile enough to catalyze and push on
A reaction whose end point you know
Only to leave me at the brink
Of a pond i heavily loathe
With its dirty waters for me to drink
Until God-knows-when i reach
The envisaged priceless bank
Where the law of love is not breached