Best Catches Poems
Tall, gray, trees stand together like statues
Across the winter’s landscape of hills
Some snow still clings to the arms of branches
Reaching wide, reaching far and wide!
Today, there is no wind in this still life view
Of land, rocks, and trees to dark blue mountains
A strip of pale light is shining across the horizon
Distant treetops seem to be touching it beneath the gray
Yet, the white of the snow, is brighter than anything!
Anything, from this hill to the far mountains
Anything from the frozen ground to the open sky
And brighter than everything that catches my eye!
Bright enough to spark ideas
Bright enough to awaken dreams
Brighter than all the gray deterrents
Brighter than everything that catches my eye!
Heidi Sands
1/19/22
POTD 1/21/22
KINGFISHER
kingfisher swoops down
red bird sharp strong eye-sighted -
keen kinetic dive
10/26/18
Haiku- Senryu Writing Challenge October 2018'
Third place
Contest by Dear Heart a.k.a. broken wings
As the light catches the leaf
twisting in descent
so it does on occasion
illumine sharp in motion
some fragment shed
from an insight flourishing
too peripheral to draw
sustenance from the root
and so condemned to decay
yet by crimson or saffron seeming
to contradict the process of corruption
become by drifting
beyond wisdom’s influence
beautiful
as though in approaching dust
it did secure a sudden
determination to discover
delight in color
so long denied
in deference to clarity
When Your Young Life Catches You Flat Footed
BarBQ, potato chips Mountain Dew and Watermelon pie
It was a huge celebration of friends on the Fourth of July
There was Tammy with beautiful hair and those dark tanned legs
And Patricia looking so sexy, appetizing, made a soul want to beg
Then ravishing Connie, O, me my, my, those sweet sexy lips
Last but not least there was Helen, that made Greeks launch those ships
Four very beautiful women and each one I had once dated
I wonder if the day would be a curse that was indeed ill Fated
And each one of them was surely there to see little ole me
I did not know whether to be very glad or so swiftly flee
My new wife looked at me, gave me that "you better behave stare"
I was immediately wishing these feet to rush me out of there
What to do next, what to say, damn it, I had not a clue
I was so deeply perplexed, and thus into the house I flew
"Man o man", the pressure on my heart surely hit me damn hard
Like a wise man, I went and hid in my library, writing like a Bard.
Robert J. Lindley,
16 verse Narrative
What first catches my eye
Is a word…or a phrase
That exerts a pull realized
Upon entering a maze
An air of adventure
That’s what it’s about
Where will this word lead you
Where will it come out?
The word is but a poem’s foundation
It’s only the start
The essential beginning
Yet only a part
As in a colorful flower
The single essence (the aforementioned word)
That as nectar is added
Draws into it’s presence
Fill out and embellish
The complement of bees (lil’ pollen thieves)
the blooming poem flower
As leaves do the trees
Until the word has taken
A life of it’s own
Become more than a word
And much more like a poem
It’s taken a little imagination,
It’s taken a little effort (and maybe an hour)
To turn a little word into a thing of fascination
This poem I’ve created? I think I shall call it
…”Flower”
SLEEP CATCHES
SLEEP catches
the hook
upon which
dreams rest
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Sunlight entered the aquamarine potting shed from the east
Beating the master gardener by a few minutes or steps
Ruffled marigold seeds were waiting to be planted in seedling trays
It was March the fifteenth, an opportune time to get things started
Potting shed was feeling joyfully optimistic
She had been shivery cold for the past three months
Her owner had kept her heat at a steady sixty-seven degrees
Muskrats and field mice had left her crawlspace for warmer places.
Mrs. G. arrived carrying armloads of sacks marked Lowes.
Two gorgeous African violets were pulled out first.
Their purple color was exquisite, they were dark and velvety.
Potting shed felt elated when she saw the floral tool bag
Here was her good friend, Jay, the Japanese hand hoe,
Sheila, the sierrated farmer’s dagger
And Hattie, the shiny new trowel – were all eager to talk.
Mrs. G. worked with fresh new dirt and pots for five hours.
The second she left the whispering began.
The tools had been shoved into a closet.
They had not seen much, but they had heard a lot.
Potting Shed sat back and listened to the latest gossip.
Working online today,
his focus drawn away.
To risque sites he stray.
Lured to ads on the side.
Temptation from worldwide.
Delete! He tries to hide.
And then he thinks he’s free
from images he see.
Aha - he cannot flee.
His history begin
as soon as he log in.
On record he's staying.
When a cat catches a mouse,
That’s its dinner.
But when a dog catches a mouse,
It eventually lets go of the catch,
Not knowing what to do.
Likewise, when my enemy catches me at it,
I had it!
But if ever, by chance,
I catch my enemy at it,
I would end up feeling miserable!
Can anyone explain?
— Ram, R. V.
When Does A Rod And Reel Fisherman Catches
Fishermen rod and reel, When placed in the lake catches cat fish?
9/25/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Time catches up with us
When we think we can outrun it.
We inevitably slow down,
But time presses on steadily, [and]
Before we know it, we’re entrapped
In the web of our consequences,
And all the things we thought
Wouldn’t, really did matter.
Time catches up with us,
So much older and wiser than we,
It has seen our kind come and go
And, all the while, marched steadily
Not altered or affected by our fates,
We came, we went; time carried on.
Time catches up with us,
The years come and go
As we grow older, scarcely noticing
Time passes us by, and we say,
“Where did the time go?”
“Time goes by so much faster!”
But, truthfully, time just moves along
While we slow down and, then, stop.
Written April 2, 2022
made phrase
in that particular time in moment
was made totally unique
took inspiration
from the work area, on the background
where he attempts writing
disvalued methods
he uses, nobody catches the act
sure would’ve been discharged
and you carry on
Recruited by the devil
he doesn't know I'm taking over
never to see the fake of God
for what revenge I'd make
for all of us that gazed upon
a cloud
knows there very little the air
An ant is asked to show its World
its World is in its residential hole
with heart, knowledge of mind and Soul
According to its capacity it told
Physical World may be very big in size
Mental World always varies
The world of heart is matter of secret
One who catches gets the Prize
Richard denied a romantic relationship with his neighbor
His mother found her lipstick mark and a sexy message on his bedroom mirror
Glad now she had accidentally snooped in there