Best Catched Poems

It happened in the world called Asgard
Never heard by human ears
The history of one heart, scarred
And moved by love and fear

It's the story of a liar
Loki was his name
His heart of ice catched fire
The goddess Freyja was to blame

But he failed to tell her
And she...

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Hectic day, the device beeped incessantly:
Salient, superficial, attended all, not to skip, 
the vital  from the plethora of logs. 

Voices buzzed  interminably : known, alien, 
the bulk superficial and unknown;
Irritated, lulled the apparatus to silence; 
urged own moments from the bustles! 

That mercy...

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Long miles of tedious journey,
Missing my darling honey.
Travelling impatiently, spend thousands of 
money, 
Hope god will bless me with ma lucky soul 
at this season.

Equatorial island exploring its amazed 
beauty, glittering with immersed grasses.
Wrapped by queens necklaced small lake 
aside, at the outskirts of dalhousie.
My...

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As the wind blows in you
Leaves and petals floating
I snatch each piece that flee
Up and down they tease me
I catched each one with glee

As the wind blows in you
Petals are your flowers
Perfumes in white and pink
Dials like ocean breeze
Scents that wave and link

As the wind...

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Sound, style and attitude from pop ballads to rock
                                    ...

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Quicksand
Written: 5-8-16

“Staring at a rose bush from a distance
It’s truth hid behind its beauty
Falling off a cliff, hoping you might be catched
Knowing deep down, he never will


His perspective on life had me falling
I fell into a quicksand pit,
Didn’t realize I was sinking
Months went by without...

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Amidst of all, catched those eyes 
Immortality of affection in those… 
Was the only attraction for me, 
But the ignorance of that soul… 
Always let me to fade away that attraction, 
The painting of that affection 
Was full of colors until my arrival, 
Clocking ticking...

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Cholesterol
Bob old mate,

Fits of fever in the thinking,
has us all convinced that eating,
fatty food brings the hearse a creeping,

guess we are all some tetched:(

 My gramps ate all those goodies,
lived to 90 cos he could, he:)  
healthy as a horse, was good see, 
undertaker...

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Winter is also celibate.  The conscience is moving,
A frozen light in a frozen eye.  It's raining much looser,
Down a ripped tree.  I couldn't have, 
I couldn't have, in this sin-sick tenderness.
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I give all
To one who owns all:
My Joy and
Hope, Strife and pain,
all do i
loan to him to
bear them on his wing,
Soaring through
the claws of the cloud,
Barging through,
Hailing the wind by
her name: que
que, que que
que que que
He says, magneting
to himself
the voice of
the wailing cloud,
Making it
Ooze sweat...

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I remember when I was seventeen years
        earth to me
was nothing more than 
a highlands and lowlands
inhabited and uninhabited by men
and women 
love to me then was a down to earth
gift to rest my mind
I came and saw...

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I will have a million monies when I grow up.
I have to make more monies. You can make monies?  Sure.
How? You mean you do not have a money-making machine at your house?
Two kindergarteners, in my office, playing.

Holy, moley, guacamole.
Hey, that’s a rhyme! I can...

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A Butterfly

A Butterfly swarming in the air
Giving sparkles away for breathe
High spirited cocoons praising
The birth of their sister.
And the butterfly singing a song
Lamenting the demise of it's last laziness.
Now to swim in the air
Forgetting hopes in flight dispair.
And to be catched by a child
And again...

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Oh’ little star, you was always there above my head,
But I missed you when you were hiding from my eye sight.
I opened my window in the night time from my bed.

But sky was clouded and moon was also disappeared its light,
The cold Air was blowing...

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Spiritualism,
What do you know about it?
Worshipping or prayering a God,
Or willing to share, 
A power for touching to realise only,
But nothing to clarify,
The power,
That is touching dreams,
Is it actual power of God?
Or a Devil control,
Is it a matter of a soul?
Or it’s Belief.

My Father was...

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