Best Catapulting Poems
As a child,
I always imagined God
being so far away in the sky, caressing his long, white beard.
I imagined Him
sometimes looking at the stars,
forgetting to focus on His most important creation: Earth.
I wondered if His absent-mindedness caused all the troubles we have
in the world today.
I imagined demons watching the diversion of His eyes very keenly….
My grandmother then told me:
“Clouds have very keen ears.
They listen to your mouth and heart.”
“Trees have keen sense of touch.
They can feel your emotions, as they brush past them”.
“The Sun has keen eyes.
It sees what you are thinking”.
She told me everything was part of God,
waiting for me to accept myself as part of God….
Everything was chaos and order intertwined in a web
we call time…
In a distant future,
A child imagined God
being high up in the universe, weaving magical links here on Earth
She imagined Him
sometimes looking down on men's creations: Virtual Life, Automated Machines.
frowning and at the same time amused
She wondered if His frowning meant disapproval of men's stupidity
or if he is amused at men's conflicts of morals
She imagined devils lurking in the humanoids planning a rebellion
Her ancestors' words ringing in her mind:
"Cameras are everywhere now.
They watch your every move."
"Walls have interactive sensors.
They can feel your pulse and heartbeat."
"The AI has invulnerable algorithm.
It sees what you are contemplating".
They told her everything was created by men,
catapulting the human race into a machine-dependent complacent beings
Everything human was diluted and morale intertwined in a virtual web
we call internet…
A Collaborated Poem with Angeline Haikutwinkle
Copyright © 2016 July 20th (Japan Time Zone)
Catapulting ice
falling from my roofs gutters
dangerous to all.
Don’t walk or stand beneath it;
or you may end up impaled!
We were sleeping
When the dirty water
Came rushing down,
Drowning our arrogance
And releasing our fears
Into the atmosphere.
We were stunned.
Ravaged by consequence
Melting around our feet.
Disorienting panic
Was devoted to the air,
Igniting exhausting anarchy.
Pandemonium ruled
This day
While we were rendered speechless,
Ruined by our own
Inability to escape
Such confounding spoils.
The dirty water rose,
Bringing indignant death
And uniting a new breed,
The best and worst
Humanity has to offer
To this brave, old world.
Voices lifted into the molten sky,
Crying for help
Beyond comprehension,
Catapulting an echo
Even as it occurred
Around the globe.
Why must it be so
That man’s integrity
Is tested by disaster?
Why must it take
Such extreme devastation
To wake us?
Who hasn’t heard of the notion
The secret recipe for love potion
Can detonate a frenzied explosion
While stirring carnal emotion
Wild winds setting in motion
The sails ablaze on blue ocean
Stars above burn in devotion
Igniting the spark of implosion
Catapulting a heart in commotion
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
A wounded heart
An offense of conscience
Inner struggles
Inspirations?
Or in desperation do I dip this pen
Deep within the ink wells
So dreadfully crimson
My declarations
Upon this soaked paper bled
The verses LOUDER and BOLDER do shout!
My injuries from a cruel world
That must be heard!
Every rhyme and every reason
Catapulting out, through my stinging words
My soul melts into ink of quill
Becoming one
A channeling vessel
As the broken heart
Spills and spills
This is my message of life
Of how I lived!
The tragedy and torture…
Continues written and left unabridged
At the end...an ironic twist
For now, my heart resides in others
And agony lives on
From where before, it could never have existed!
Unfettered and Free
Unfettered and free,
Seeking my ultimate destiny,
Flying through a dark, cobalt blue sky,
Like an extra light kite,
Effortlessly taking flight,
With strong wings, like a sleek bird I soar.
Friendly, gentle winds propelling me to greater heights,
Up, up, up -
High above big, billowy, cotton ball clouds,
Higher, higher, higher -
Rising into the atmosphere,
Gliding through the troposphere,
Reaching for the stratosphere,
Shooting like Halley’s Comet through the mesosphere,
Catapulting into the thermosphere,
Then with extraordinary speed, like a rocket I exit the exosphere.
Breaking free -
Not even gravity has the power to pull me down.
No longer a victim of Earth’s self-imposed boundaries,
Nothing can stop me now –
As a child of the universe,
I’m valiantly venturing into the unknown,
To the mysterious stars where I belong,
To infinity and beyond -
Unfettered and free!
05-30-2014
Listen to the Conga drums speak
Drench my soul with the spirited beat
Break the chains from around my feet
And sprinkle some rum on the street.
Listen to the conga drums speak
Penetrating mystics’ way out in the deep
Electrify the sleeping dead
Exhume innocent bodies and balm them again.
Listen to the conga drums speak
Stand up and dance to the rhythm and beat
Fling your hands way up in the air
And swing your bodies without fear.
Listen to the conga drums speak
Telling legends and tales over the years
Hearts exploding with gladness
When they hear the conga drums beat.
Take off your shoes and Join the circle
And listen to the conga drums agonizing thump
Transcend with me to the top of the mountain
And unload your heavy burden.
The Gods are calling me to unite the spirits
And seek peace in the holy mountains.
Listen to the conga drum’s cry
Lamenting the souls who have gone by
I can feel the tempo gushing through my vein
making land fall at dawn and igniting with
quiet sprits feasting on top of the mountain.
Listen to the conga drums speak
Spread out in the open meadows
Form a big wide circle around the fields
And dance out the turbulence in the pastures.
Listen to the conga drums speak
Observe every car on the busy street
Rolling vans and busy men
Camouflaging dark secrets
in old grave yards and pumpkin farm.
Listen to the conga drums speak
Catapulting rhythm under my feet
Laughter and tear romancing in the air
Mankind is blind yet making life sublime
Listen to the conga drums speak
Dance and submit to its hypnotic beat.
©2015 Christine Phillips
Students at Work
See them work!
Studious looks,
Buried in books,
Leaflets flipping,
Binders snapping,
Pencils tapping,
Textbooks slamming,
Nick-knacks toppling,
Back-packs rummaging,
Noses rubbing,
Nail nibbling,
knees flapping,
Foreheads scrunching,
Eyebrows rising,
Lips compressing,
Faces scowling,
Chins supported,
Tongues catapulting,
Coughs echoes,
Work Accomplished!
I feel my spirit burning inside me
And years of fatigue draining out me
My heart is racing, my spirit is swelling
And my heart is singing a wonderful song.
I can still feel my heart beat and I can
still hear the noise in the streets
Motorcade after motorcade brighten up the streets
And the jubilant crowd waving blue
and white handkerchief high in the air.
I could see it from a distance
people join hands in hands
rocking to a spirited beat
as they watch the parade
floating peacefully through their street.
It moves from community to community
through rural towns and dangerous hills
cascading the untrodden green valleys
sweeping darkness and poverty away.
The trumpets and drums grew louder and louder
It pulled my great grandma out of the house
And had her rocking to the rhythmical beat.
I listened to the sound as it fades away
and the life in me was perishing away.
My fatigue grew stronger and stronger
And nothing I do could make feel better
I bore the penalty of sleepless nights
and the torture of guiltless sound.
I could hear my heart murmur
and the blood gushing inside
whoosh, whoosh, swish swish
the sound grew louder on every side.
It’s as if the world was walking with me
And something powerful was propelling me
I took one stride and walked boldly by its side
but something stronger than me was forcing me
to surrender to hope and succumb to the boldness inside me.
I fought relentlessly to deny this feeling
That was forcing me to get away
but something very forceful was beckoning me to stay.
I am here and I am still breathing
dying to journey to the mountain top
to appease the Gods and make my final stop
so I inquired of a special place where I could
be alone and meditate for the rest of my days.
The endless journey has exhausted me
but I was determined to go through it with dignity
my chins up, a smile on my face and positive words
to keep me ahead and on top of the race.
My blood suddenly felt hot and
And fire starts catapulting out of my belly
I found myself on the mountain top
Looking down on throngs of people
singing, shouting and dancing.
It sounded like a grand jubilee
But for me this was my final destiny.
©2015 Christine Phillips
Where artificial intelligence meets
Kinesthetic tracking
Cognitive science traverses
With a new Second Life Enterprise
A bold horizon
Of man-machine-imagination
Engineering virtual platforms
Connected body life hyperspace
Dreaming on cyber integration
Envisioning an astral sphere
Of consciousness free from the body
Circling planetary interdimensions
A cerebral socialized infinity
Marketed to mass humanity
Intertwining flood gates of creativity
With our physical apparatus
Parallel dimensions virtualized
As real as the bark of a tree
Catapulting post human destiny
Interstellar, monumental trajectory
loosed from the boundaries of place and time
On celebration day visited Orphanage
Wishing to plant smile on orphan lips over sponsored dinner
Surprised, Orphans greeted with warm smile as if family get together
Meet Time catapulting perspective of living with grace
Content faces, bitterness dissolved in sweet acceptance of life
And in contrast my Lifes clock ticking all the time to accumulate
Losing cultural values, gaining ego, hunting equilibrium of fate
Meet raising curiosity to rewind Lifes clock for insight into materialistic strife
Ashamed at life being worse than Orphans, resolved to live with cheer
Since that time smile is uppermost in mind whether on self or others lips
Heart with rein on anger and greed, life blissfully leaping forward in steps
Meet unfolding, parents though best teachers Orphans this TIME more did offer
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By Hitendra Mehta
Entry for Members Contest - Once upon a "Time" by Barbara Gorelick
As a child,
I always imagined God
being so far away in the sky, caressing his long, white beard.
I imagined Him
sometimes looking at the stars,
forgetting to focus on His most important creation: Earth.
I wondered if His absent-mindedness caused all the troubles we have
in the world today.
I imagined demons watching the diversion of His eyes very keenly….
My grandmother then told me:
“Clouds have very keen ears.
They listen to your mouth and heart.”
“Trees have keen sense of touch.
They can feel your emotions, as they brush past them”.
“The Sun has keen eyes.
It sees what you are thinking”.
She told me everything was part of God,
waiting for me to accept myself as part of God….
Everything was chaos and order intertwined in a web
we call time…
In a distant future,
A child imagined God
being high up in the universe, weaving magical links here on Earth
She imagined Him
sometimes looking down on men's creations: Virtual Life, Automated Machines.
frowning and at the same time amused
She wondered if His frowning meant disapproval of men's stupidity
or if he is amused at men's conflicts of morals
She imagined devils lurking in the humanoids planning a rebellion
Her ancestors' words ringing in her mind:
"Cameras are everywhere now.
They watch your every move."
"Walls have interactive sensors.
They can feel your pulse and heartbeat."
"The AI has invulnerable algorithm.
It sees what you are contemplating".
They told her everything was created by men,
catapulting the human race into a machine-dependent complacent beings
Everything human was diluted and morale intertwined in a virtual web
we call internet…
A Collaborated Poem with Teddy Kimathi
Copyright © 2016 July 20th
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The Teacher
by Edmund Siejka
His grandchildren were playing
Shrieks and laughter
Tugging at his memory
Catapulting him on a journey
Back to his childhood.
Three brothers
One sister
And he made five.
Being the youngest
And the smallest of the lot
Family watched over him
And mother spoiled him.
In third grade
He was just a face
In Mrs. Early’s crowded classroom
Sitting all the way in the back
Near the cloakroom.
Teacher watched him
Doing his best
Memorizing multiplication tables
Division and subtraction
Reading adventure stories
Of pirates, cowboys and space machines.
At recess his sister would look for him
To see if he was OK
And at the end of a long school day
There was always an older brother to walk him home.
Looking back those were kinder days
Easy days
Fun days
When every day was a Saturday.
He recalled his teacher’s kindness
How she welcomed him to her class
With a smile and a hug
But the one thing he always remembered
When he met her again
Years and years ago
Was that she never forgot his name.
The scorching heat plummet upon the smoldering ground
Sucking chlorophyll from dehydrated plants
Chasing the birds from their monstrous nest
Scattering striking hot rays upon shaky rooves.
Luscious green grass that once stood tall
Lay flat and charred from the torching heat.
Amidst the fury of the day I seek refuge
In a solitary way pleading to the sun to go away.
I walked out in middle of the neighborhood street
And gazed at the blazing sky thundering beneath me
I eyeballed the sunlit sky with my naked eyes
And swirled a cord in a circular motion.
Black cloud suddenly rolled through the fiery sky
And birds catapulting like mad men all around
For one moment I thought the rain would soaked the ground.
I stopped swirling and suddenly the sun escaped from under the clouds
Spewing hot vengeance from the flaming sky.
My body could not endure it and my mind could not stand it
So I walked away and resort to the bushes not far away.
The traffic was flowing the wind was blowing and I could
Feel a sudden calm glowing over me as I lie quietly behind the shadowy trees.
I slowly transcend in the cricket world drowning
out the noise in this pretentious world.
I lie on my bare back and glared at the clear blue sky
Over shadowed by trees standing tall over me
Chirping sounds, crackling sounds, echoing
musical instruments ignited by the crickets sound.
Drums, guitar, flute, piano and trumpet
Sounded the alarm beyond the valley.
Many species of crickets cascading in the bushes
obediently surrendering to Mozart symphony.
I felt a sudden peace propelled over me
connecting me to another world.
Mesmerized by its eternal grace,
the universe is indeed a sacred place.
The sun searched until it found me, forcing its way through
the trees and penetrating my face with its strong light.
It rests upon me for a while until it slowly fades away
Bright orange rays casting long shadows through the bushes
I stayed in tuned with the cricket world comforting my tired soul.
©2015 Christine Phillips