Best Cate Poems
You reminded me again, not to be late.
That I shouldn't let you hate.
What we have because it's delicate.
That you are fed up, trying to put me upright.
Talking about how much money I waste.
On things that ain't important.
Some that I buy off the internet.
Not to mention, going out on dates.
With group mates, accumulating debts.
Like earning money is a copy and paste.
That you are done with me not being straight.
So you are gonna leave and I will regret.
Because I don't seem to have learnt.
Ever since we met
So I made it simple enough not to complicate.
I talked to immaculate.
And asked her to review my monthly budget.
I blocked Margret.
I told Sarah to talk to Cate.
And tell her never to show up again at our gate.
I told you Peace is a friend, just like fortunate.
Shamim is my workmate same to Annet
And sometimes our bosses ask us to collaborate.
On some projects that's why I have to work late.
With Esther, Fauster and Bridget.
I am not always really out on a date of late.
And not to forget.
Shalom has got Jophet.
Who was my classmate.
So I wouldn't really want to interrupt.
What they have got.
Their relationship is perfect.
Remember the last time we met
In studio, I had to vacate.
Because I didn't want another upset.
Back at home with my soulmate.
Because of a compliment.
Or a comment that would make us fight.
Set us apart and have us separate.
I dearly love and cherish you my sweetheart.
Recollections waft
across my mind like
wisps of soft white spores -
the vague remnants of
my memory’s threads.
Spring’s sun-gold heads
I now can‘t hold!
But glimpsing them,
I can recall. . ..
a young girl
blowing fluff
and wishing
time would
quickly
pass.
For Brian Strand's
UP TO FIFTEEN any form/any theme max 15 lines Poetry Contest
for Cate Lindsey's What the Hex contest
DAUGHTERS OF THE KING
Live for Jesus From A-Z
Hear Ye, Hear Ye,
Oh Daughters of the King.
From creation’s crown, to our glorious gown,
Live For Jesus From A to Z
Awake, Align, Acclimate,
Beautify, Captivate.
Dedicate,
Demonstrate,
Dance before the King!
Electrify, Enterprise.
Live a Fruitful life,
And Feminize,
Give all your Heart
Go beyond,
Harmonize, while holding on!
Hallelujah,
Illuminate joy for Jesus,
Jubilate!
Kneel before Him, Kiss the King,
Live your Life as an offering!
Marry a Man who's a godly Mate,
Make God the standard
don't negotiate!
Just Open Heart, Let Him Operate
Pray and let GOD'S Power Penetrate!
Qualify, Queen'ify,
Renew, Review, Sanctify,
Teach the Word, Don’t procrastinate
Tomorrow’s Not Promised,
It May be Too late,
Use me Jesus! Ultimate!
Visionize the Victory gate!
Win the lost!
Xtra-cate!
Yes to Jesus Youth-a-cate,
Youth renewed, Young-a-fy,
Changed In the Twinkling of an eye!
Zion’s Girls, take to the sky,
Daughters of the King!
There once was a cool guy named Jack
Jack o’ lanterns attacked his back
Witch Cate blew straight through
Umbrella askew
She saved the famed wizard Jack Black
*The House with a Clock in Its Walls
C r a z y Cate just had a
C-section. Crabby, she
couldn’t control her moods.
Catatonic one night,
careless me stole her cloaks!
Can’t I be cutely flawed?
Couch became my man cave.
*Not for contest, just for fun*
Date Written: August 25, 2016
I battle with English
They often ask as me where I'm from
I reply, "not from the English"
I live with in the west with my mom
No siblings no pet just books to read
I read grandfathers books, in my language
In English I know the little I need
I always carry my books in my luggage
I travel to the east the west
I find it hard to co-mmuni-cate
The big words won't let me rest
They say I'm doing awful at this rate
I tell them that I'm not English
I see spelling errors when I type
com-pu-ter helps me with my English
It's a disaster when I have to Skype
But I am who I am
I can't speak Spanish, Venda or Punjabi
A failure is not who I am
Just not afraid to admit I battle with English
She gives you her number, you remember
She is brown to the sun
Her figure is one well bottomed
She is well bosomed
Her lips so glossy
And her hips bouncy
You remember,
You felt the thirst and felt the lust
You did not surrender.
Gave her a call at night
Told her she looks beautiful and bright
That her outlook was online so you linked
She giggled
You felt the thirst and felt the lust
You did not surrender
You gave her a date
Told her cate
You are my perfect mate
She opened her gate’
You went in with all the thirst and all the lust
Scattered your seeds
Mission complete
Her number delete
Days later
Saw someone better
Then the thirst and the lust
Do not forget your own.
A man with the tendency of every pregnancy
Firing shorts, hitting the target then take off like Tergat
Leaving the hunt to rot in the jungle
A really deadly gamble.
Seed you sow you must reap
Will there be a time when men will have no stomachs
That want to put in more meat
As their seed loose weight
Chains and cartels of a chosen few
Having life on a daily stew
Are, you, are, you
No! Such files are encrypted
Details private and confidential
But behind the white board lies a black board.
Seeds you sow you should surely reap
Will there be a time when guilt will be felt
And thinks will change
And time will revenge
For freedom is a responsibility
Life has its dignity
Lift the left
Fix the misfits
Clean the black sheep
Throw a party for the prodigal son
Tend to the seed
Let it germinate
Do not terminate
That growth has a worth
Do the math
Be proud of the aftermath
Seeds you sow
You must reap.
Let’s hear three cheers for the decade of disinfectant!
Clean out your insides with cheap vodka!
Blow your brains out with Nirvana!
Your breath reeking of teen spirits,
Does weed count as a vegetable?
You’re getting your five a day,
Candyman on the corner
Selling sweets for afters,
Don’t forget the medicine cabinet buffet,
Your mother’s migraine pills,
And faded Ritalin packets,
From the good old days,
We are the children,
Of the Children of the Revolution,
The Harbingers of Revulsion,
And the Standard Bearers of Revolvers,
Desperate for you to know how much we don’t care,
Something’s wearing secret holes inside us,
Nuclear fallout?
The brainfry radiation from our phones?
A big ass moth chewing at our soul fabric,
Fill them up with whatever’s close to hand,
Smoke and smut and other people’s bodies,
There’s a virus swimming in our systems,
Pump it full of alcohol,
Drink it, drown it, bleed it out,
A stolen bottle of Jacks and a bargain basement penknife,
That oughta do the trick,
Living for the weekend,
Cheap thrills and easy kicks,
How’s that for a creed to live and die by,
We are the future,
Headmasters and Principles of the world join forces,
And spread the good word,
Patrons of pontification,
They preach to us about keeping America united,
And Britain great,
Well hold ‘em high!
Put your hands in the air like ya just don’t care!
We’ll return the favour and pump the lot of them full of pills
Of the plumbum variety,
That’ll edu-ma-cate ‘em.
That’ll learn ‘em good and proper!
We don’t like Mondays.
“Deep, deep, deep. Listen and hear our faint gait.
Sanitation, fluorescent lights, and a PC pillow for smother.
Agree! Agree! Atone! Suck it in and suff-o-cate.
White-ness. Black. Ev’ry creed, faith, and color. Listen to Nanny State and call her your mother.”
A wilting flower and grass that’s mowed
Are ever learning why the wilt and why the harm
Innovation, creativity, and where Americana once flowed
Abandoned by the Deep as “fly over” and robbed and made empty the house and the farm
Nude, nude hush in the cellar and the hand can’t hold the gavel
“Trade with China, take arms to China. In Syria sustain the war.
Rude, rude, rude! Abuse of power and a ban on travel.”
Rightful tariffs to the farmers and the market still tends to soar
“Bully the one we call a bully or brute.
A triggered, flying milkshake will save a safe space.
‘You get out and make a crowd!’ You fight! You punch! -- You loot!
And if you see his son about, spit in his face and invade the place.”
Knowledge of good and evil, and the tree from which it sprang
Covet, covet, corrupt in Kiev; greed was found a-Bidden
An Arkansas mansion mem’ry and sight on the oval did haunt and did pang
An outsider, and drainage of septic forbidden
“The farmers don’t want handouts or charity.”
But past year’s labor sets this year’s price
And The Salt of the Earth today will have clarity
The cream off the barrel of tariffs is their due, and the tycoon’s not calling it “nice”
“I’ll still call you a hater. You deplorable vulture!
Because the map in November robbed us our due!”
It’s not 'the other' we hate; it’s your stainless-steal culture
You polled the what, -- (here a hint and a Midwestern clue)
you owned the what, but Deep, my dear, you forgot about us and left sour the Who.
Warm, warm, yellow warm incandescent nourishes
Blue, blue, sterile, starving, hopeless erie --essence
Nanny off the hitch and hands uncuffed --a dirt road gives and flourishes
With the death of equity and the light of equality. And the tapestry shall dawn irid--escence
The long bulb dies along the edges and fringes
Clinical, global culture to the bin
The gate has fallen off its rusted hinges
And the incandescent will win.
Here Comes The Rain
by Cate Rock
Here comes the rain again.
It washes down like a flood,
Here comes the hope again,
Watch out for the slippery mud,
Let me run again,
Run far away,
Let my wings fly open,
I pray...
Let my broken wings take flight.
Fly out on the lake around midnight.
Let me love again
My dear Raven...
Here comes the rain
Falling from the sky.
Whips away the tears that i am forced to cry
those sweet teardrops from the sky
I shall not live another day,
For drought's threating my wonderful mist of May.
Here comes my chance again to fly out in the night.
when tear drops cover me out on my flight.
Love raining down on my Raven to be...
Rain drop love has a another love for me.
The moon tears cover me in a flood of pure passion.
The cover and in gulp me in a old way but the new fashion.
Submission date : 2009-06-24
The Fallen Angel.
by Cate Rock
Rain falls rapidly upon a pale white face,
hair dripping, soaked in rain, and her ominous pain.
A small shapeless girl, with an upturned face,
a faithless little angel who's fallen from grace.
Her weight shifted from the one side to another,
no force in the world could push her any further.
The universe turned away,
as this young soul prayed...
"Father in heaven, forgive my pain.
Take my words for value,
and let my wings be what I regain.
Love me, my King like I love you,
help me, my God, see my side at my view!"
The worlds' cheek turned,
her wings never to be re earned.
Misguided angel falls to her knees,
misguided heart is for witch Satan feeds.
Angel in the rain, her soaked loyalty fades,
as the dark's plan starts and braids,
unfolding into a meaningless maze...
Submission date : 2009-12-23
Frozen frame melted.
by Cate Rock
A seen frozen in time.
A tape i can not rewind.
I cant pull out the movie and replace it with a happier one.
I cant write the book and make this better.
I cant erase you from my mind.
...Why wont this tape rewind?
I look around and i see him.
That smile, that laugh, those warm hands.
That kiss...
All of this i know I'd miss...
That voice hollow yet warm.
Those arms that hold me and protect me from the storm.
A love so sweet...
The sweetest man you'd ever meet.
A hug a kiss... a deep passion i know I'd miss.
A song in the car as we sit and talk...
seems to have started this all...
How i love my new friend.
But should i love him?
We'll have to find out at it's end.
Submission date : 2009-03-03
Can't Sleep
by Cate Rock
Dying dying.
She lays out
Cold,
Weak,
& crying.
A perfect love is what she had.
One who was always smiling
...never ever mad.
Her broken heart told a story indeed.
One of what she wanted...
...but not what she'd need.
A hollow kind of happy,
a twisted kind of hope,
a weak strain of trust.
Now to find a way to cope?
How can a leaf fall so far from it's tree?
How could he let this happen to me?
Did he not care?
Does he not still?
This rejection no one should bare!
Rage fueling me to kill.
How can a cheery blossom smell as sweet?
Why can't a penguin fly enough to get off his feet?
When will the equator bare snow?
Why in Antarctica nothing will grow?
Questions never asked have no answer.
And a mind that wanders as such grows like cancer.
Why can't I get this song out of my head?
Why cant I sleep at night in my bed?
The song means nothing...
Barely has a tune.
Just help with the pain.
Just help with anything!
Random thaughts run through my head,
alone at night crashed out in my bed.
God this song clouds my brain!
Damn Weird Al is freaking insane!
"Drive-Through" sucked
but I'm adicted.
I can't get it out...
Can't evict it...
God help me
in going insane...
Now I'm in pain.
Trying to write this here.
My mind alwas stuck in second gear.
It's not sleep or hate not even fear.
It's this god blessed "Drive Through"
Submission date : 2010-02-16
A Dying Love.
by Cate Rock
An exposed neck.
Fangs hidden under heavy kisses.
A desire to become one with this vampire.
A dress on the floor,one more kiss,
Just one more.
I reach out for the door... He's gone to far.
I'm dead in the fire.
Draining of blood, SO much desire.
Becoming, becoming, I'm becoming one with the vampire.
Dressed in dead.
Emotions unread.
Dieing in side.
No place to hide.
Drained of hope.
At the end of my rope.
Dead at the end.
He was never my friend.
Dressed in coal.
Hundred years untold.
Buried alive.
No way to survive.
Dead past.
Nothing will last.
Forever gone...
Yet still singing my dead song...
Submission date : 2009-03-11
Writing on the wall.
by Cate Rock
Writing on the wall:
Eyes shut wrists uncut.
Name spelled out up and about.
Dangerously bloody,
Not your friend not your buddy.
Dressed cold.
A love untold.
Messed up mind.
He learns to unwind.
Kisses sweet kisses.
hate? hate...
Rate debate
do what you need to do
ill stand next to you.
Submission date : 2009-02-27