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 moved on alone;
Now listen to what occured
In front of mighty Odins throne:
At that time the gods assembled
To feast upon their victory -
Many goddesses hearts trembled
The cause was Lokis flattery
But beautiful Freyja, angered by this
Stood up and stopped the flatterer
Lokis pride got hurt and he hissed
And with terrible words, he hurt her:
"Why do I need to shut my mouth
When your legs are wide open?
Of all the people here I doubt
You'd find one whom you haven't loved then!"
And before anything could be spoken
He left; a lonely god again
The bonds between them were broken
A lie, told to hide the loving man
But even gods sometimes surrender
To a mighty enemy, love or regret
He still was drawn to the other gender
To the woman he couldn't forget
He arrived at her chamber
Thoughts of apologie on his mind
Just to learn that Odin sent her
To a location undefined
And Lokis world again was grey
As he cried into the wind
"Why did you need to take her away
Just because once I sinned?"
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 on the mode,
the lulling turned erroneous; fateful!
Rued the decision; the most urged one,
was missed like never before!
Irony! Took the tool to ring back; came another,
vital one, as clarion call.
Engrossed in the pivotal, forgot the ring, missed again;
no sooner did arrive, reclined, took the device to recall.
Fated! On that very moment, the gadget beeped again,
to convey the harrowing, the man behind the missed call, was no more!
The abrupt demise of the yearned voice, numbed the core!
Dumbfounded! how could that be the last call?
That last glimpse! That intimate husky voice!
Unable to hold the irrevocable;
Unruly drops rolled down from the sterling eyes unbidden:
A mere heave: could have catched that beep of the last call!
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 blows in you
Birds, feathers fly away
Storm clouds cover the sun
Birds, petals blown away
As the rain drops in bun
As the wind blows in you
Raindrops falling on trees
Evening mist, longed and missed
On ground leaves, petals kissed
White and pink turned red-blissed
Sound, style and attitude from pop ballads to rock
Lennon, Mcartney, Harrison and Starr
The "Fab Four" English Rock Band on top of her lists
During our highschool days, she kept on bragging
With her are some collections of pictures and songs
She always let me see; both listened to the harmony
It happens everyday, on breaks and after class
Though I'm tired of the routine, she just seemed electrifying
A feeling out of sight, since I was in first year
When I turned seventeen, I still kept on denying
Too late for me to know, after the graduation
She rushed and catched the plane
To college, miles away
Then teacher handed me a compact disc from her
All alone in my room, I played it all day
"But of all these friends and lovers; there is no one compares to you
I know I'll often stop and think about them; in my life, I LOVE YOU MORE".
Tears ran down my face, great lyrics from her fave
"IN MY LIFE" by THE BEATLES, I'll cherish night and day.
November 13, 2013
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 knowing
Certain songs played strangled my brain
They told me that time could solve this
Curious about its purpose, yet blank stare
Brain disconnected from my heart
My time and feelings were swept away
Broom of memories all in a picture now
Thoughts of affection together would poison me
Expectations of the future would shatter my heart
He’s in love with someone else,
Those loves songs are for a different circuit
All those heart pounding moments,
Were just pointless exercises on your heart
Circumstances, timing, and judgement
Those things will always be glued to him
Take a step back, and unleash yourself
There’s other dogs in the park to love”
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 and the seasons' changing
Colors started going away and…..
And…and they slightly laughed at me
For not respecting when they were with me, and then…
I started climbing the ladder that leads to death
Slowly and steadily I was getting near to its bed
Feeling, of that darkness where nobody is alive,
Started approaching me, and in a while
Was about to hug me and its intentions….
Were not that truthful, it wanted to embrace me
And it seemed that, that embrace would last forever.
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.
___
My face is cracked in my fawnlike fingers;
And the nose betrays an inner child, who
Wouldn't listen to sparrows about being catched.
I just insisted fur was wings.
___
The feminine chill on the palm must be sorrow;
When I think of church bells, or mother-
That I am haunting as raw love.
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 catched:(
have a bloody bonzer day Bob.
Don
Cory,
Got to watch them cementries babe,
corpses springing out taking slaves ,
repossesion, coffin trade,
watch out till, chucky duk gets laid:)
perhaps.
Andrea
Oh dear a tease, the come on please,
but nipped in the bud so sweet,
enchanted story that you told,
the emerald eyes so calmy bold,
well done when cousins meet:)
if incomplete...
(i'm told?)
Yes Bob
To me its like the over serviceing, are,
of me poor young motor car, dollars pa.
Really do the docs have all the figures?
like the scientists babble quiver,
when they are wrong,
usually much later the gong, for nong:(
Brugmansia comes out to play,
and johnson was here earlier today,
but the soup kept him back,
till he slipped in a ferret,
the result was something,
i have no where to wearit,at
today:(
Don Johnson 13-aug-11
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 and
conquered
nothing I would hear exist
I couldn't accept
be it a tale , a show, a trick
or a sort of abstraction to say
nothing that was stated
amidst that couldn't
find a space in my mind
however, quack or mockery
a smoke was
there was a time
when Titi was
fourteen or fifteen years old
had I merely talked to her
may be nothing would have
stopped it
may be nobody would have
discovered such a story
or fiction
may be I would have
catched fire and exploded
may be I would have
earned from her
a strange and bad thing
to beat and smother my defence
may be I would have
faded and weared
there was a time
when my feelings and love
power
was a lot higher than my
head
,had some people suggested to
me then
I may have succumbed to them
I may have reliqushed to their whims
I may have accepted their words
I may have felt like them
I may have dreamt to them
I may have turned out to wear
I may have lost my way
lost myself and become someone
beaten and smashed to crush
there was a time
when my life was
turning to a notice
and what I could muster then
still was a little if not
nothing homely
had some people invited me
to their smoke and fire
may be I would have
yielded and crowned around
that smoke and fire
may be I would have
considered and remained
again and again
loyal and obedient to it
May be I would have
taught and invited
many concerning that smoke
and fire,
oh a story anytime
I remember I jolt
how childhood should be guided
through
to be colourful tomorrow.
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 as
If scolded by the sun.
Measuring
the path of
the firmament.
Treading the
path of the dark
Vague maiden sitting
Opposite the vast
Universe.
On his way,
He meets the persian
Prince whom at
His word flee
like a bewitched
leopard. Nothing
stays him for
his word rinse the
dirt staining the
mood of the orb.
Bearing farther,
He met himself
laying my complaint
before himself.
Then a package
given in return,
Packaging
Confining
Adjusting
Replac ing,
Removing
Adding on
Bringing it
Closer and closer,
To sooth my
matter, heal my wound,
Bless my heart,
Cream my skin,
Take my case,
Make me praise,
Mending my sole,
Prune my grapes,
Feed my eyes,
Bless my life
Returning is he,
Nothing to hold
him Back. The
Oppositions
are now in
Dispositions.
The atmosphere
blows strange, all
air dressed range.
Success Shuddering
Towards my path.
Joy returning with
the climate:
The couple flowing,
Glowing, taking
with themselves
all that can serve
me right. The
Joy hastening
towards me,
waves around her,
weighing her out
of Balance.
Almost to the margin,
To set her feet
she staggers,
Almost to fall,
I: Mouth agape.
Will my Joy be stayed? :
Hatred behind her,
Striving to have
her pulled down,
Like a weak wall.
Almost falling
Is he, crawling now.
Hatred: almost catched
up. But woah!
A greater wave,
Stubborn than the
former, crippled the
former, had her
own a wheel chair.
And now whuuuh!
Crossed the margin,
Yea my Joy,
Bore by my king.
Welcomed home.
18: 01: 15: 14: 56
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 let go to fly
A colourful brigade showers
For the hoping hearts to unite
Fun for the creator upon the breed
Not knowing the values of shorter lifespan
That gave man the choice of roles to keep
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 strongly and I were frightened,
I shut my window and ran to my mum and embraced her height.
Why your body is so cold have you seen something bad enlightened?
But I were quiet and catched her tightly she kissed me slight,
Dad suddenly jumped out from his bed and threw me tightened.
As a strong wind was pulling forcefully to a flying kite,
I felt sad and start to weep as departing a bridegroom.
My sleep was smashed as strong tides racked a ship in fight.
I lost my existence as you a sun was brightened in the sky room,
My natural hut was unable to face a natural disaster,
As the mud walls fall down in a flooding loam.
As a drowning person was crying for a help faster,
The tears were bubbling and shies were jumping as a ball,
When I opened my window again, you were smiling as a master.
A Dog was barking down stairs and a cat was jumping into a hall,
I saw a squirrel that was running after a little mouse,
But a snake grabbed the mouse with a long fall.
An owl was watching them at the top of my neighbour’s house,
He jumped on a squirrel that was turning a crawl.
The rays were kissing me I saw he was awakening my big boss.
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 rhyme too. Horse and house.
They don’t rhyme.
You did not hear me! HORse and HOUse. They rhyme.
You are a crazy daisy.
Hey that rhymes! Loud fake shriek laugh.
You are funny! Duck. Duck. Goose. Another rhyme.
What about Frosty the Snowman? Begins to sing now.
Money, honey, funny! Giggle, laugh, giggle.
Hey! Don’t touch that! What is it? A Hollipop Lollipop.
Here is some more money. This is a hundred million thousand
Monies, and I am keeping it.
At this point, I am highly interested, disappointed it is only
A bunch of red and white legos. Hey! This is a baby elephant.
Looks like a frog. Laugh! I’m a frog! Ribit! Ribit!
I’m going to make a power. You mean a tower. No. I mean power.
Hey is this a turd horse? I look up, wondering for a second.
Hey! Let’s make a tunder storm!
Yes! Tree horses! One! Two! Tree! One starts after the other
one’s tower. Uh-oh.
Loud laughter! Hey! I catched that before it fell over.
The builder who cries at the thought of an infraction, looks up hard.
I am expecting a sobbing concert.
Instead he holds up a tiny gray cat and says, This is a killer mouser.
They have their arms around each other as they skip back to tare room.
Sometimes the world seems so real
So much so that I don't know what to feel
Believing it all to be on reel
I slowly convince myself to heal.
Was it so long ago being together?
I keep looking back, but can't gather
Have we gone apart I do wonder
Will there be another start, I do ponder.
Why is it me of all people there?
Couldn't I have been a bit lucky here?
Just once can't I have the care?
And be there, I wish to be where.
Why is it that I am always snatched
from what I had painstakingly catched.
Why is my heart always hatched
Only to be in the end smashed.
I wish something as such comes my way
which would erase this may
A beautiful story to make my day
Will love ever come my way?
the dark skies
Ambushing in the woods to my joys and pleasures
Becoming my life's mess and unwanted passions
Calling my name and his to torment me in the roads for him
Daring to cross my house to destroy my love and joys
Erasing my existence for me and for my lovely man
Falling for me no more , for him as dark clouds harms him
Gauging him for him for my displeasure
Harnessing my anger and anxiety to take him away from me
Iillness catched him to take my love and pride away
Jumping all around my home for the hope for more menace
Kidding about love and harmony
Love as the object of perfect lies beyond the skies
Meanings of love and affections are dust now for him
Nor love nor hate could take him back to my arms
Oppositions are dancing in my backyard from years
People cannot see him and me together , they have punched deep holes
Quest for love and him is over for me now
Rest is with my dear lords and gods
Sitting in my couch but wondering on seas
Tears are dried now in my eyes for me and for him
Upon the dark skies is no light present to ignite any hope
Values of love are useless now for me
Waters of harmony have evaporated long ago
Xeroxing my anger , like an artists most wonderful masterpiece
Years of separations are long now not to be filled with joy anymore
Zeniths of pleasures are gone gone now