Best Catch Up With Poems
The Maltese Moon,
she draws my eyes
to shapely orb
in starlit sky
she smiles at me
with wanton grace
and spills desire
upon my face
I'm all awash
in milky glow
sacred secrets
Mine to know...
the Maltese Breeze
he flirts with me
can't let me be
his fingers trace
my rounded face
my hair he twirls
my skirt's a whirl
he has no care
this Maltese Breeze
alone can dare
dishevel me
and set me free
The Maltese Sea
now beckons me
wets my desire
in moon glow fire
that rides the waves
as my heart craves
His liquid arms
and all his charms
This Maltese Sea
so vast so free
is calling me
is calling me....
I close my eyes
as Maltese Air
caresses my lips
in great fanfare
I breath him in
in sheer delight
invigorated
by his might
I pause a while
my life on hold..
my heart, it beats
so brave, so bold
The others, they just
walk on by
and yet I wait
alone, I sigh
Awash in light
of Maltese Moon
the Maltese Breeze
just simply croons
and Maltese Sea
he, murmurs sweet
and I am lost
In Maltese treat
The magic starts to fade away
I start to walk, I cannot stay
They've called me from my reverie
I rush to catch up with the three
but turn for one more blessed glance
at Maltese Moonbeam's fond romance
There's more to me than what they know
more passion than what I can show
The Maltese Moon, she smiles at me
For we have shared sweet ecstasy
Eileen Manassian
Categories:
catch up with, beautiful, introspection, travel,
Form:
Free verse
Through the whispering pines, down the valley's deep
And wide, do they call unto one another, the brother's
Of the winds.
North chases east to west, as south's warming breath,
Begs to play also, once around the world, over land,
Sea, and mountain tops vast divides.
Tag your it, not I says, the three, as they roll, and duck,
Shifting thus for cover's airy currents, above, below one another.
The east wind is the trickster, mischievous fellow, seeking
Up behind his brethren, than laughing with sheer delights
Gleeful pleasure, until his companion’s kindred, catch up with
Him and pick on him later.
Latitudes unto longitudes, these spiritual pirates,
Of freedoms quest, to remain as liberation's
Outcasts, to conventional reality.
Mother nature's wild children of the untamed,
Swirling divinities whom never rest or settle in
One space, air spirits tasting the everlasting flavor
Of abandonment's desire, beneath their wings of flight.
Soar with destiny's favorite sons, brethren beyond
Human reproach, except unto one another calling,
Come excel with exhilaration's, mischief makers
Extraordinaire.
Ariel acrobats ascending, descending at wills whim,
Concurring the heights currents as invisible eagles,
Than free falling towards the earth beneath.
Gliding dare devils challenging the open air,
Testing the fates of destiny's sails, to imagination’s
Boundaries without fail.
At night fall a whispering voice, she calls unto
Them, mother nature, come my sons, it is time
To finally rest.
Yawning with their blustery breath, these tempestuous
Mischievous lads, float a loaf towards the cave
Of the winds, and dream of the chase to come,
On the marrow's sunrise.
Illusion's dreaming realm tosses aside, it's veiled
Currant unto these ideal God's, whom play with
Raw power's force, using it's strength as if a game at play,
These brother's of the four winds, set adrift within
This realm of imagery.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
catch up with, adventure, beauty, environment, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
Searching through the memories lost deep within my heart.
Of someone I no longer know that long ago did part.
The mornings gathered years of dust.
As the future I no longer trust.
Embracing tides that washed away.
That dust that gathered in the day.
Left empty slates to start anew.
But emptiness is all that grew.
Another page of lost horizons on an empty sea.
Where faded hues of daily blues continue inside me.
Weathered and forgotten in a voyage all alone.
The search for love inside a heart of someone that's unknown.
The curtains made of paper lace.
Uncertain shades we try to trace.
So quick to change in daily light.
As we try to win this losing fight.
A long goodbye as time moves on.
To catch up with a renewed dawn.
As Angels guide us to our moors.
To help us through these unknown doors.
Categories:
catch up with, august,
Form:
Rhyme
Leading his horse in the heat of the day
Been gone a long time but he still knows the way
Just a few shacks when he went for the gold
He’d found a few nuggets but now he’s too old
So, home to the town that he’s heard has expanded
He’s also aware that the town’s been rebranded
He knows he’s too late to catch up with the guy
Who’d bid him farewell but now lives in the sky
He stops on the trail by the boundary sign
He don’t read-n-write but he knows the design
He knows that the words on the board aren’t the same
Must’ve been changed to display the new name
“Howdy, Old timer,” a passerby said
“The hotel’s just yonder for resting your head.”
The prospector said, with a big toothless grin,
“What’s the new name of this town that we’re in?”
“It’s now ‘Milton Creek’, as it says on the sign
It’s new name remembers a good friend of mine.”
The old fella, grinning and shaking his head
Said, “Milt said he’d live on long after he’s dead.
“I used to tell him he was being absurd
but he always was just as good as his word.
To be sure that fella deserved the ovation
But can we just rename the towns in this nation?”
The passerby said, “There are them that makes rules
And then there’s the ones that behave like their mules
But sooner or later things get a bit rich
And the mules all rear up and scratch at that itch
“Soup Creek fell prey to the powers that scheme
With lynchings and lashings an ongoing theme.
There’s cells in the jailhouse where innocents dwell
Soup Creek’s reputation had heard its death knell.
“You see ‘Soup’ emerged as a four letter word,
And good folk would tremble when e’er ‘Soup’ was heard.
So we ditched the mouldy old cheese for best stilton
And renamed our town to remember our Milton.”
The prospector slapped on the passerby’s arm,
“You think I just ran from the old funny farm?
When you said ‘Stilton’ twas just for the rhyme.”
The passerby grinned, “Fella… got it first time.”
Categories:
catch up with, western,
Form:
Rhyme
Jump into pistachio talc
and fly on mists a'sparkle
Dripping off me is butterfly dust
Stand up and you can follow
Dive off the chair you sit in
to streams filled thick with cider
Nap on webs of candied cotton
strung strong by the sugar spider
Open your eyes under water
Catch up with me high in flight
Tether your wings to the sea horse's daughter
as she swims in the moon beams at nights
Sullied clouds fall past the ocean
sleeping on silver tide's arm
Drowsy me now from this butterfly potion
sleeping in ribbons and lavender charm
Imagine the ocean alive
with flutters of wings on the tide
Strip all your preconceived notions
and watch with your eyes open wide
Glisten in green innuendos
Sparkle and shake out your wings
I'm a whisper of water, a glint of delight
taking flight on the brink of impossible things...
Categories:
catch up with, adventure, happiness, imagination, life,
Form:
Quatrain
I need it all the time
I hunt for it.
I advertise for it.
I answer ads for it.
Anyone else need it as badly as I do?
Oh I'm sure there are a few of you
that would do as I have done and
maybe even worse.
But you can only go so long.
Then that urge will catch up with you again.
This is a never ending thing.
You have it maybe three or four times a day.
Maybe more. Who knows what each person's
need's are but themselves?
But you sleep and get refreshed and BOING!!
There it is again! That urge!!!
And that urge gets greater everyday!
"Oh sure," you say to yourself, "it will soon pass!'
RIGHT!!!!! That need is only satisfied
if you find it and have it!
And have it more than once a day!
I'll bet if I took a survey, more than likely
all of you would confess. You say,
"Not me!" but believe me!!! You have!
And I can prove it if I have too!
Please don't ask me what it is,
because if you do, I'll have to explain
this poem and that's something I could
never do. This poem gives me the willies,
as it should you. GO AHEAD AND ASK!!
JUST DO IT!! And see what answer you
get!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Categories:
catch up with, funny, mysteryme,
Form:
Free verse
TICK TOCK TICK TOCK
We can never catch up with the
Clock and time,
No matter the length of this
Solar rhyme,
The sun rises in the east every
Brilliant morning,
As a new wondrous day,
Begins dawning.
It sets in the west every evening,
Each country having its own
Particular calling,
And slowly a moon rises,
In all its glory
Foretelling of romances, each
A unique story!
According to our predictable calendar,
Things haven’t changed, says
Our lunar traveller,
The moon will eternally rise
In the east
And will always set in the west.
In between it wanes or
Becomes full,
Gravitation of the moon and
It's pull,
Causes tides of oceans,
Be it low or high,
That no man would deign to deny!
Again this movement of oceans
Help us,
To measure time, as it
Gallops ahead,
It overtakes us and before,
We know it we're dead!
For human beings, also
Have a cycle,
We are born, we live
And we die,
This is a truth, about something,
No one can lie,
Long lives or short, we are also
Affected by age and time,
As nearer to heaven,
We hopefully climb
And, the world revolves,
On its axis,
As surely as man has to
Pay his taxes!
But thank-you God for allowing
And giving
Us humans, more than a
24 hour cycle,
That we may enjoy our children
And life,
Just sad for the poor, who
Have to strive!
The Sun, moon and oceans
Have a 24
Hour cycle each day,
Confirming how surely, creation
Went forward His way!
Bringing Summer, Autumn,
Winter or Spring,
Each season doing its very
Own unique thing
Responsible for this work of art,
And time
Is The One I had in mind,
When I began this rhyme,
Our Maker,
And Divine Creator!
Categories:
catch up with, moon, seasons, son,
Form:
Rhyme
Kinsey Millhone owned a single black dress
And wore it whenever she'd need it.
If you were a fan, you'd know all of her quirks,
For the alphabet books guaranteed it.
From "A is for Alibi" right up to "Y"
For "Yesterday," Kinsey did capture
The hearts of all readers, who counted the days
'Til the next book delivered its rapture.
Though Kinsey was fictional, she was entwined
With Sue Grafton, who made her seem living.
Like all her devotees, I owe Grafton thanks
For the joy that for years she's been giving.
The news just came down that Sue Grafton has died,
A loss for the world and for me,
Especially since when I catch up with "Y,"
There will be no more waiting for "Z."
Categories:
catch up with, books,
Form:
Rhyme
(Walking Seven Steps)
Catching the last shot of the sunset sky
Even more rustier than before
Delayed my departure.
I asked my friends to go ahead
And I would catch up with them, but
The perfect shot took longer than I thought.
Packing my bags I hurried downhill knowing
I was lagging far behind the others.
The thickness of the night engulfed me
And I knew I had lost my trail.
Stumbling over a stone I had also
Lost my torch, and started walking blindly
In the darkness of the woods.
The pitch black trees seemed statued
To the ones that breathed life
When I had often trampled
Through the varied wooded parks.
The autumn leaves were crackling
Under my light footsteps as
The tiniest crescent moon smiled
Through the bare leaved branches
Welcoming my partnership on our lone journey.
How long I walked, my feet knew not
How long I would walk, my heart knew not
My map was dark and my eyes could read it not.
But my ears were sharp to hear another crackling
Under footsteps many times heavier than mine.
From the dark slope above I saw a shadow enlarged
Hurrying down to my path as if to lead me out.
My breath was calm, my eyes happy, and quietly
My adventurous spirit followed him wherever he lead.
The woods became denser and our pace quicker
With a click of his finger the air became fresher.
So intoxicated was I with the heavenly air that
It perfumed my soul, my very breath and
Every transient thought that fleeted in,
Till I stood before a very flowery welcoming cottage.
I extended my hand to my shrouded partner and said:
'It takes seven steps together to make a friend.
We have walked more than seven steps together to......'.
My hooded companion most divinely intervened:
'It takes seven steps together to make a friend
It takes seven hours together
To make any journey most heavenly'.
Without raising his chin,without accepting my extended hand
He turned his back to retreat into the woods
As mysteriously as he had entered it.
Categories:
catch up with, autumn, dark, friendship, moon,
Form:
Narrative
Quietly filling
deep cups of the red blossoms.
The morning sunrise.
The rock bowl is full.
Filled by the rain for the birds
and for my quiet mind.
Dried stalks of rhubarb
turn brittle in the summer.
Born again next year.
The sparrows come back
to say thank you for their home
I lovingly made.
My red dogs eyes gleam.
Before eating, her eyes ask
is it OK Dad?
HAIKU; MEMORIES AND OBSERVATIONS and EXERCISES
Archery
The strong bowstring sings.
My arrow will find its home
I turn to sip tea.
First Love
How reluctantly
the shy, young man moves forward
toward the full, red lips.
First
In the maiden’s bed
He found his heaven and hell.
Such was his first love.
Alone
Small favor to ask.
Please spread my ashes on the sea.
No wife, no roommate.
Who is Buddah
She poured my green tea
Until the cup ran over.
Now, I know Buddah.
Memory
Cousin Roni was loud.
Married a Samoan man.
They both ate roast pig.
Memory
My old friend, Bucky.
Carried a gun in his boot.
Afraid of himself.
Old Friend
Alvin slapped his first wife
and then he married a man.
I don’t know him now.
Exercise I
Diagonally
he crosses the wide, busy street,
to catch up with love.
Exercise II
Vociferously,
she announces her mistrust.
Not Republican.
Exercise III
She knew the problem.
Incompatibility.
He had to learn it.
All his writing was
autobiographical.
He was egocentric.
SEASONS
The autumn raging
I am blinded by red leaves.
Too many to count.
Surf crashes fiercely.
Shadows lessen, skies turn gray.
Winter storm moves near us.
This Spring, my house burned.
I now have a better view
of the blue mountains.
Fresh ink on blue lines
the words come like hungry bees
to form my Haiku.
Synch
Summer. I feel strong.
Equal to birds in the tree,
and pebbles near feet.
Categories:
catch up with, allegory, introspection, life, seasons,
Form:
Haiku
I take off with a lurch, my headlights blazing.
If I don’t win, well….I can’t lose.
I do not even look to my right or my left.
If someone is catching up, it makes me mad.
I catch up with other cars, and pass them.
I pass everything on the road.
I see something ahead, and it is a challenge.
No matter how far away, I have to get up there and be first.
This may kill me, but it is worth it.
I am the ultimate race car, and cannot lose.
And cannot even be passed.
I rev my engines.
Categories:
catch up with, car,
Form:
Personification
Am I wrong,
Or has the world went upside down.
What happened to all? I wonder.
While I said "hello" to my bestie,
He replied "hi" through messenger.
What happened to him? I wonder
I asked my brother to go for an evening stroll,
I will accompany you on my cycle was his answer.
What happened to him? I wonder.
While I told my old colleague "I wanna catch up with you",
We will have a video chat session was his reply.
What happened to him? I wonder.
Is it me or is it the world around me
Has the world went upside down
Or it might be me, thinking downside up.
5-March-2017
Categories:
catch up with, fashion, funny, missing, satire,
Form:
Light Verse
Once upon a time as all good stories start
Lived three pink flamingos who never were apart
Flo she's the little one, who likes to tease the others
They're Joe, and Moe, her big strong older brothers
They thought it would be nice to take a holiday
So each pink flamingo hired a car to go away
Now Flo hired a mini 'cos minis are so cute
and set off on her way with a suitcase in the boot
So to find the seaside she headed off as speed
but the road had a troll on, with whom she had to plead
"Mr Troll Mr Troll, please leave me to my trip
Just step off the road, and away I will zip."
"Young flamingo" said the troll "your car look rather tasty
I'll eat it for a morning snack", Flo's face went quite pasty
"But Mr Troll I need my car, to go on holiday
My brothers both have bigger cars and they are on the way"
"Go on your trip then, I hear your puny plea
Your mini is too small to fill a giant troll like me"
At the thought of bigger cars the troll he salivated
then lay down in the road where impatiently he waited
Joe Hired a sports car to zoom off to the sea
but stayed at home a little while to drink his cup of tea
At last he set off, to catch up with his sis'
Speeding down the highway, he saw something was amiss
A giant troll lay in the road, his mouth open wide
Hoping that the next car, would simply drive inside
"Mr Troll Mr Troll, I see you hiding there
Did you think I would drive in, without the slightest care"
The troll stood up, at last a car to eat
But Joe was too fast and zoomed between his feet
Joe sped along the road and soon caught up with Flo
They talked about the troll and worried for big Moe
Continued....
Categories:
catch up with, children, car, car, ,
Form:
Rhyme
It was captain Macfarty the head of the party
Commander of ship and of crew
Who ordered “set sail” in pursuit of the whale
That was known as Kahuna Kalloo
It was huge it was quick and its scent made you sick
For it smelled just like octopus poo
It was big it was large ’bout the size of a barge
Though some people would swear it was two
From the harbour that night they went out and turned right
Their course it was westward and true
Chasing after the sun the adventure begun
In the search for Kahuna Kalloo
They were three days from shore or it could have been four
When the lookout yelled down to the crew
“Thar she blows and I think that because of the stink
It could possibly be, you know who”
Well, they put on their coats and they let down the boats
Every jack tar he knew what to do
They were fast they were quick and incredibly slick
And prepared for what might now ensue
With their feet on the floor and their hands on the oar
They rowed like they’d been trained to do
The captain was stressed and his trousers he messed
‘cause he didn’t have time for the loo
Said the Captain “pull hard, you’ll be hung from the yard
If he’s livin’ when this day is through”
So they used all their might in the dwindling light
To catch up with Kahuna Kalloo
When they pulled alongside it was nearing high tide
But they got in a harpoon or two
Thinking watery graves they were dragged through the waves
But the Captain, the Captain, he knew
Big Kahuna was done and the battle was won
The Captain said “Thanks” to the crew
With a rope round its neck it was hauled up on deck
As above them an albatross flew
It came in pretty fast and it perched on the mast
And the Captain, the Captain he knew
For he’d known from the first that they all would be cursed
For the death of Kahuna Kalloo
Categories:
catch up with, adventure, animals, mystery,
Form:
Rhyme
When I am looking at the end of the board, my world shrinks down to that one foot at the end of the board. My hands swing gently back and forth, and back again. My mind tries to focus letting all the noises from outside of it fade into the background. Because when is it truly ever quiet? The noise almost becomes something, calming, and normal, very reassuring.A song runs through my head keeping all the fragile bits of you together. Do the hurdle first. Is all I can think, do the hurdle then the dive. My arms swing forward once again, but this time you take my first step perfectly in time with the rhythm of my movement. I take a second step, covering ground, quickly, but not rushed. And then my third step, a powerful lunge that caries my other foot high as my arms rise to the celling I put all of my power into the final jump, landing squarely on the end of the board crouching down, letting my arms circle around, then reach towards the heights I wish to achieve and feeling the board spring me into the sky, where I hang suspended in time waiting the one precious second, letting myself reach my full height. Then I throw your arms down with the accumulated power and momentum that have been waiting for this very moment. I touch my toes as they touch the sky, the wind ruffles my already wet hair, and the feeling of flight has never been so close the world flashes past and I dimly realize that the celling has come around again, and it is time to extend. I am in full control as my body straightens and my toes point down to the water once again. This time though I am falling, not flying, yet it does not seem any worse. My arms stay close to my side and my body stays perfectly straight as my first toe touches the water, which then engulfs me. I sink slowly down staying straight, until my feet touch the bottom of the thirteen foot pool and I am once again pushing up towards the light. My head breaks the surface and it seems as if I catch up with time again. Somewhere an announcer is calling out the judges’ scores, but all I can notice in this bewildering moment is the smiles and congratulating high fives of the people I know the best, my team. I did it. I think, allowing a small moment of pride.I mingle and wait, counting the seconds, until I can fly again.
Categories:
catch up with, sports,
Form:
Prose