Best Catch Poems
to walk in early morning's still
to see the silence through the chill
to smell the rise of dawn from night
to hear the sky's unravelling light
to taste the distant fields of grass
to breathe the dry stone walls that pass
to touch the earth's pure pristine air
to catch the world - and hold it there.
If I should reach out, will you take my hand,
and hold me ‘til I reach that promised land?
Will you stay with me after tears have dried,
and close these lids the moment I have died?
Might you remain for just a moment more,
shall I but falter, tumbling to earth’s floor?
While curled up gently sobbing on this floor,
my friend, will you still stroke my weary hand,
meet my eyes’ gaze, convince me there is more
to living, loving - feet upon this land?
My soul embraced the darkness when it died
as wells once full had emptied, nearly dried.
Within these walls where fountains had run dry,
my love had left me trembling on the floor
with haunted mem’ries; left alone to die.
Yet as I tried to swathe these bleeding hands,
I hoped and prayed that I might safely land
where love abides, for I believed in more.
Such fortitude I trusted would bring more
to sate a thirst that left lips parched and dry;
for in my dreams, I soared across this land,
not stumbling, falling, ever on the floor.
To Him I cried, and reached with heart and hand,
“Please show me, teach me. Speak, before I die.”
Though heartache lingers, Love has never died,
for long, dark paths contain some light; what’s more,
I now believe He lends a sturdy hand
when hope has gone and springs have all but dried.
He finds us crawling, spent, upon the floor;
provides a map, helps navigate this land.
I must admit, inspired thoughts would land
upon this heart, but frightened, each had died.
My soul kept getting trampled to the floor…
each time I gave, each time they took some more.
No longer will tears drown before they’ve dried;
I reach out swiftly, firmly grasp His hand…
And I will land in strong arms ever more!
Despite death’s grasp, Love’s well will never dry,
And crawling floors oft guides us to His hand.
As I stare to where the sun comes up
beauty lies ahead
mixing with the daffodils and
the roses in her bed
I breathe in all her glory
as she fills into my soul
living through her paradise and
all that life bestows
Step in through my window
enter my faded walls
caress my effervescence and
catch me when I fall
I can’t quite recall
The feel of your fingers
In my hand and
The sound of your voice
Escapes me today,
But I’ll remember it.
What was that song we sang?
Solo I can’t quite get the tune.
No one else thinks it’s funny.
You thought putting
a falling star in your pocket
was silly.
But it’s rainy now
and I need one on this
starless night.
©March 28, 2003
Kathryn McL. Collins
Wait ... please wait
Do not let me fall
Do not let me go yet
I am not ready at all
I watch for the sun
Is leaving so soon
I watch for the rise
Of a harvest moon
I watched from above
A summer and a spring
Destined for a winter
Not as a living thing
And still I await ...
And still I fear ...
My end that comes
This time of year
A chilly morning
A tugging breeze
In time shall do
Just as they please
And crack my veins
And break my stem
After all, who am I
... But one of them
With one life to live
Unlike the tiny acorn
A long time dead ...
A short time born
And there I go ...
Down, down, down
Catch me wind ...
Tousle me around
Lost in a tumble
Into Mother's arms
Passed my siblings
And nature's harms
Bravely answering
To my call of duty
At the height of my
Autumnal beauty
Here goes the life
That I once had ...
Onto soft ground ... O!
That was not so bad!
The music itself is healing
Everyone loves music, in beautiful light tones
Please do not stop the music
An interaction between emotion and soul
Dreams in time and melody
Please do not stop the music
Relaxed and peaceful, still excited and happy
An important bodily experience with emotions
Please do not stop the music
Rhythm and harmony motivation for learning
Musical culture in early childhood
Please do not stop the music
01.08.2016
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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There was once an old man from Altoona
Who decided to cast for some tuna
'Twas a mermaid he landed
He sighed saying off-handed
"How I wish I had caught her much soona!"
Oh! How I would love to make her my bride
But I'm old, grizzled and gray and, beside
'Twould be my usual luck
She'd take up with some young buck,
So I will release her at next high tide
Entry for Tania Kitchin's "Two Sea Themed Limerick" Contest
(27 July 2019)
TOOK 3D PLACE IN THE CONTEST
Been long time that I've seen you,
& been long time that you've been here,
W/no demands these eyes kept your soul,
Now it's been long that they've felt it at all.
I know its not the easy task they call,
But trust me- I'll catch you when you fall,
I'll pick up the times when you call,
Coz' my eyes keep wandering for your soul.
'Less is more' and that more is what I get,
Your meticulous look makes me forget,
Forget the sorrow that I've been into,
So give me more, and let it come slow.
I know its not the easy task they call,
But trust me- I'll catch you when you fall,
I'll pick up the times when you call,
Coz' my eyes keep wandering for your soul.
To Catch A Butterfly
I stand beside
a wilderness
to gaze upon
unfamiliar shores
where life once
appeared so intimate
midst the savage
lion's roars,
Yet I'm detached
from this reality
with my neatly
packaged food,
standing draped
in shameful skins
while nature is
running nude,
And as I scoop
this alien soil
I flinch at
creepy crawly things,
except to catch
a butterfly
to marvel at its
beautiful wings.
This land was teaming
with creatures
who flew, who crawled
to catch, to kill,
so I learnt how
to make weapons
and control
this world at will.
Yet it's been so long
since I wandered here
among nature
and my roots,
I have crushed them
inadvertently
with my industrial
hobnail boots.
Now I kneel beside
this wilderness
to brush the earth
away from the sky,
where the fossils
of man and butterflies
catch my tears
too late to cry.
Catch the Clouds
As they drift by
The moist mist kissed
In dream blue high
Catch the clouds in
The sweet salt snare of
A woman’s womb
A cozy room
Catch the clouds
If you care
Catch the moist seed
Plant it deep
Bring the moist need
From its
Dreamy sleep
Strange how it goes, they're waiting their turn
To flood my thoughts, these ideas to burn
Other times nothing, just rack my old brain
Get all pooped out, my attempts are in vain
Is there no place smack dab in the middle
Where rhymes reside and efforts are little
Why do we suffer a blankness at times
There must be a pill for starting these rhymes
Oh well, I'm really having the time of my life
Annoying struggles just add to the spice
We'd ALL be poets if these rhymes came easy
Wouldn't stand out with our words so breezy
Do you catch my drift, am I making any sense
Keep plugging away, don't be so damn tense
Rhymes will soon come, have ye no doubt
Flooding your brain, you'll stand up and shout
Lordy, I'm a poet just knew it all along
My heart doth sing a happiness thong!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Lightning in a bottle
That is my little firefly
I gotcha right out of
The summer night sky
Gently captured now
In an old glass canning jar
You twinkle, twinkle, twinkle
Just like a little star
Riled up and startled
With a tap... tap... tap
Awaken and glow again
No more time to nap
Lightning bug keep flashing
Yellow or neon green
Most fascinating thing
My eyes have ever seen
Keep dancing in circles
While I enjoy the show
Don't worry little firefly
... I will let you go
*** COURAGE ***
To wake up.
To stand?
To step out.
Avoid thinking
“can’t” and “but.”
Surrender worries
into the hands of God…
To keep hope’s flame up.
To listen.
To discern.
To fall into the music
of the spirit’s lilt
letting slip some
possibility…
Those mere fingertips might reach
and hold the gold ring…
To grasp inspirations gliding by…
Do not pity the mayfly
its short life.
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(c)sally young eslinger 2/2/2023
Thanks be to God…
Word for this month — Courage
Inspired by my brother & sister poets;
my husband Jim; and
the Memphis, TN, horrid murder
I started a wave
Right where I was at
Out in the open
I raised up my hands
Over my head
Then I let them fall
Someone down the street
Well they saw it all
So they in turn
Raised their hands up
As fast as they did
They let them both drop
A chain reaction
Took over from there
Spreading out quickly
Just like a wild fire
It went from city to city
Then state to state
Soon country to country
In one gigantic wave
It circled the globe
Then came back to me
I saw it approach
As it came down the street
Today with the wave
I made a world of new friends
So much so I raised my hands
And sent it again
Written: December 11, 2024, for contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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When dusk strikes, the magic swirls,
In the grasp of dawn, a wispy heart twirls.
The shades waltz as a painter brush whirls,
In a vacuum night, dream faintly furls.
We whimsey we'd catch the rainbow past,
Ride the wind whispers in a peaceful blast.
Sail aboard ships of wonder over skies so vast,
Still, life's intricate yarn holds shadows cast.
With each glitter and moonbeam embrace,
Warm mutters soothe, eradicating the trace.
A crystalline elixir, hope unending grace,
In a chaotic world, I'll waltz amid the space.
So hear the moon croon, as the world feels right,
Through lilac and lavender, our hopes bear flight.
In the bittersweet dance of our love’s pure light,
We embrace the shades, and in time, we unite.
From periwinkle skies, where stars softly bite,
To obsidian hoops, in the gloom of the night.
The elixir of life offers sweet, gentle height,
And while sunrise glows, we dream in spite.
The crimson and green, in dawn’s golden light,
As hope drips from vials, crystalline and bright.
With each ebbing moment, pain feels contrite,
Yet dreams linger on, with a soft, tender bite.
So bless me, as the dawn’s light breaks,
With glimmers of hope that the dawn makes.
In every hue, from crimson to blue ice flakes,
A kaleidoscope of dreams, pure and slake.
From blue skies to lavender pillows,
I shall find my path home by shadows.
In this upholstery of wonderful bliss,
So bless me, bless me, with dawn kiss.