Best Catcher Poems

On the day 
that John Lennon died, 
people were just going 
about their business 
as they did every day. 

Mark David Chapman 
was reading 
Catcher In The Rye 
void of his holy self.
 He...

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It's quiet here - quiet in a way that catches me off guard. The tranquility is almost tangible, something I can touch and hold and...

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When I was a child,
summer at my Aunt Joanne’s
meant staying out as late as it took the sun to set!
And mostly with my cousin Chris,
I...

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Yesterday I was in a little funk
because I got peed on by a big skunk
          ...

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Cain killed Abel on a Monday night 
Abel didn’t get a chance to put up much of a fight
Cain said, “am I my brother’s keeper?”...

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Biting into the dead,  
he tastes  the aftertaste of burnt ashes!
The meal of her emotions,
buried alive within silken strands.
Blood inside sorrow burning,
sweet desire...

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is a dusty rippled salt shaker,
an old working girl
found busy or on a stroll,
in a brothel house
my grandmother said
was often around,
when people sold
what they could...

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She morphs into a sultry summer's morn
garbed in a cloak of alabaster fog,
gossamer thin and casually worn.
And echoing the croaks of a bullfrog
She starts to...

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She comes to bat with the score tied three to three.
Staring out at the pitcher,
she goes into her stance, 
just hoping the ball will come...

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2009 and the expenses scandal
Made Gordon Brown, the Prime Minister, lament
So John Bercow, was appointed new ‘Speaker’
To be ‘The Commons’ new broom, was his intent

But...

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Standing at the plate there is no doubt
The pitcher is determined to strike me out
He squints to see the catcher's glove
Then spins and swings his...

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Soft as the lofting breeze, is the light of loving
Gentle is the moving sway, in the endless stillness
Of the human heart, for compassion in rheum’s
Perfection...

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Hey P.D.
You think you can compete with me 
But you can’t take the heat 
Get out of my kitchen 
Go back to your easy bake...

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I watched them go to work each morning
A kid growing up in the coal regions
Remembering the dirt and the pride
The self respect that came from...

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"Samsara in the 5th"



The phenomenal world
is illusory, it calls for 
nothing of substance
romance is laid out
legs and hearts spread
open like a catalogue 
touched through the...

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