Best Chase Poems
we ran gleefully
chasing the summer’s fireflies
putting them in jars. . .
those warm nights of our childhood -
they flickered, and then were gone
For Line Gauthier's 'Bite Size Poem no50' Poetry Contest
Turkey's on the table, both legs up
Everything was fine, 'til I made the first cut!
The turkey unleashed a "CACKLE!", then jumped onto the floor
All you could see was basted skin, bolting out the door!
"Catch that turkey!!", I screamed,..."That's our evening meal!!"
The neighborhood looked on in awe, while asking,..."What's the deal?!"
The turkey rounded the corner, boy, that sucker was quick
Dashing like a sprinter, pumpin' those massive drumsticks!
It darted down an alley, disturbed a hobo's nap
And there, seated in a corner, he jumped upon his lap!
"Thank you Lord!", the hobo cried..."Today I won't have to beg!"
"Maybe I'll start with a wing, or perhaps I'll have a leg!"
"Put the turkey down!!", I roared,..."That bird belongs to me!!"
All I could see was a tailwind, as the hobo decided to flee!
I chased him down the alley, perhaps a quarter mile
Acting a fool in public, was never quite my style!
We dashed across the freeway, dodging every car
All I want is my turkey, can't stop, I've come too far!
The chase led to a corner, right past a city cop
He stood there like a scarecrow, talk about a useless flop!
Suddenly, it ended, the bum tripped over his laces
He broke his leg quite viciously, in fact, several places!
I woke up the next morning, thank God it was just a dream
With a hangover and an achin' skull, "OUCH!!" is what I screamed!
I looked over at the table, what do you think I'd see?
That same ol' basted turkey, lying there peacefully!
I stumbled to the table, laid that bird in a box
Packed two sides with a bisquit, then staggered on down the block!
I came upon that alley, peeked behind a garbage can
And there, sleeping like a baby, was a ragged ol' homeless man!
I placed the box beside him, never did I say a word
I penned a note which kindly read,..."Hope you like the bird."
In times of plight I seek for you,
When rivers freeze and left are few,
While sorrow strikes, among the meek,
O’er the winds, and under the creeks,
It's you who then I wish to seek.
Mirth adorned in your silhouette,
In times of war, all when stale and vain,
The picture of you, is tainted coaled,
Relinquishing my soul, from the cold,
I seek to weld, our belted bond.
While the willow, in her bow'r sleeps,
drooping to the sunset steep,
like silver pellets along my chest;
they pierce through and caress,
At times like these, you seek for me.
Forward, Unfazed;
Not a moment to waste!
I long to bask in your estate,
Of short and glorious, evanescence!
I've come to seek, your essence!
18/8/19
Edward Ibeh
I Believe- Era
When asked "Where is it your from?"
It caught me off guard, I stop to think
Of a beat up record whose song
When sung makes your heart sink
I have been a fool again I see
sad i don't belong anywhere
Thinking here I shouldn't be
doesn't matter if life is unfair
"Wow I haven't learned a thing"
Emotionless sharply I inhale
chest feels so tight it stings
again I am just an epic fail
To not stay long is that wrong
avoiding feelings I now feel
Now I have got to stay strong
The pain I must try to conceal
"Nowhere" I say avoiding your stare
"Never stayed long in any place!"
Stating truthful I couldnt dare
After a dream I'll not catch but
always chase
I caught
a yellow poem
in my hands, and
it fluttered like a
frighten flock of butterfly wings
Spreading its
yellow bright wings,
Then gliding across
a sea of gold,
we landed gently
as a ripple
on the pond
If yellow is
the brightest color
in the rainbow,
then, let me
chase a yellow poem
-- through your candlelight
If we land
with both feet
on the ground,
I wonder, why
we could not
catch a yellow
butterfly smile today
Sat Mar 05, 2011 1:19 am
Early Morning Chase
Forest so dense and dark
sky dancing with the river sound
dogs begin to race and bark
along beautiful virgin ground
fleeing critters rushing away
some silently scurrying up
as if to boldly say
silly , silly barking pup
the sky loves us still
hunt on down the river
deep into the lurking hills
cold morning fog sends a shiver
I accidentally let one loose
A ripe for roasting, fattened goose!
The ganders in Orwellian mode
Honked out the news in gaggled code.
Rash Farmer Giles, blood red with rage
Would not be easy to assuage
And goslings flapped their wings in fear
As if to say ‘Get out of here!’
The rooster crowed with all his might
To publicize my sorry plight
And terror-stricken piglets squealed
As rifle cocked, he left the field.
I turned and fled: there’d be no grace
For farmer Giles had picked up pace.
But then, a crack, a curse ; a whopper!
Old Farmer Giles had come a cropper!
This close escape I did embrace
For he had run a wild goose chase!
And as I raised a thankful sigh
A cackling form went flying by!
Competition entry : I accidentally let one loose : Charles Messina 22 July N/A
Applicable Not Applicable Contests Poetry Contest : sponsored by Richard Lamoureux
19.05.19
On the plains in the Texas panhandle
The fight for survival is real
As I watched from the derrick
On a short smoke break
A scene rather harsh and surreal
A cottontail bunny was having his way
In a pasture of gold knee high grass
When a hungry coyote, prowling late in the day
Caught his scent on the breeze as it passed
The bunny must have sensed, the coyote was near
He ran circles and made figure 8 bows
Confusing the canine, wound up chasing his tail
While the bunny escaped down the road
But nature has a way of being quite cruel
As a hawk observed from above
As he swooped down, the poor bunny froze
In a scene void of malice and love
With the rabbit in tow, still kicking and screaming
The hawk not making a sound
Somehow lost his grip, dropping his prey
Who died instantly hitting the ground
In all the commotion, the old coyote
Had watched and raced to the kill
Snatching him up and never looking back
Running swiftly over a hill
I stood there amazed, as the scene played out
This microcosm of struggles and strife
Then thought about destiny, no matter how hard you fight
The unfairness and the fragility of life
by Daniel Turner
I chase a dream
I chase a dream that awakens my smile
Night after night till dawn breaks alive
When sun glows bright in eager skies,
And longingly I meander by your side
As we travel together on this rough ride
Where patches of strife hurt our pride.
There we encounter some stormy winds
And suddenly our love begins to unwind
Believing we must own unending sunshine.
Though we stay together quite some time
You ultimately decline to be my bride
As tribulations of life cause a fleeting divide.
Now as I fantasize under remnants of twilight,
I'm eager for your kiss beneath avid moonlight,
Thrilled that you agreed to see me tonight.
And I await your arrival where we first met
Under the canopy of sky wearing a sunset
Riding on emotions, hoping you'll say yes.
And I keep waiting through the lonely night
Till I realize you have changed your mind
As I surrender to anguish one more time.
December 4, 2017
The grizzly bear came at me, snorting and screeching.
Until this second, I did not know that they screeched.
I knew to run was not the way. I had been warned.
They love to chase their prey before they eat it.
Play dead! A voice in my head said.
What? Are you crazy? I looked at the trees.
None of them had low branches, so I picked up an umbrella.
It was the only long thing I had at this stupid campfire.
I did not have time to unthread a tent pole did I?
The grizzly was as angry as any beast I had ever seen.
Her mouth was full of teeth, and her paws were bigger than my head.
I knew I was going to be a goner if I enraged her even more.
So I handed her the umbrella. She was shocked.
You could see confusion in her eyes. She smacked me over and over.
Killing me in a thorough way, because I died of a heart attack.
My soul watched her devour my carcass from the safety of the tree line.
Stark, new,
fresh, sheets
-toilet paper.
All across the continents I chased her
Following the rainbow to win her gold.
Hoping somehow, someday, I’d embrace her,
A treasure beyond price that I might hold.
Beyond the Seven Seas my ship has sailed.
Relentlessly, her smile I did pursue.
I am her Galahad, she is my Grail.
To win her heart there’s nothing I’d not do.
The boundaries of time cannot hinder
And distance cannot tear my dream apart.
Though it burn to nothing but a cinder,
The flame will smolder always in my heart.
So, raise the sails! The wind is on our side!
A pirate’s love will never be denied!
The common vulture shows it's greedy face
and that's what our culture must soon erase.
My countrymen, I spy, with quickened pace,
the eagle gives chase, the eagle gives chase.
I don't agree with the socialist thrust
that the government's a god we should trust.
When one has clout, a master plan's a must.
What is fair and just? what is fair and just?
Our Constitution is all but ignored,
and we have all heard the highest court's word.
In the weeks past, both "birds" have underscored -
Your vote is your sword, your vote is your sword.
Wield it with care as a soldier who's deployed
to guard our great nation from being destroyed.
Join her defense, keep freedom's fire employed.
The eagle's not void, the eagle's not void.
slamming the liberal judges, expansive social welfare programs, and
the long term goal of government guaranteed universal medical care rights (that's the vulture)
Bring me a cup of Java, honey, and put some coffee in the water, will you?...
Whoa there! Bet you can feel the withering sarcasm in that simple phrase...
People, I welcome you to the world of crime novels by James Hadley Chase...
With cryptic titles like I'll Bury My Dead, it's a crime novel befitting even the dead...
The protagonists in every novel, Mr Chase humanized each of them in good stead...
As a crime writer, Mr Chase has no master, or even an equal of his calibre...
Dialogues, suave and cultured or in the low life lingo, is excellence beyond compare...
Most of all, the many believable twists and turns in every one of his crime story...
You'll empathise with the hero and the heroine, and root for them in each story...
What Is Better Than Money is yet another master yarn uniquely spun by Mr Chase...
About how a piano player bidding time tangled with a junky beauty with trilling vocals ....
It is amazing how you will identify with the struggling two bit piano player as he grapples...
With the opportunity of a lifetime to hitch his economic wagon on a less than perfect starlet..
In No Orchids For Miss Blandish, I remember rereading the same book twice over...
To be thrilled and to savour how the master story teller spun the story altogether...
Mind you, I was back then just a little boy, given access to the senior section of the library..
Faced with rows and decks of all kind of books, I was a bewildered boy lost in the library...
Then I spied a rather worn out hard cover book entitled No Orchids for Miss Blandish...
Small in print, yellowed in pages and looked slightly misbegotten, but the title intrigued..
Reaching home, I could not put down the book once I started reading that slim book...
I was thrilled, I was truly engrossed in a fascinating tale of crime found within a book...
Etched in my memory to this day, I recall vividly the awe and the joy in novels by Mr Chase...
Little wonder through the years I often read and reread crime novels spun by Mr Chase...
James Hadley Chase, crime story teller supreme, without any cheap graphic x rated scenes...
He is the ultimate maestro for story characters and crime tales that electrify your senses...
Readers, Mr James Hadley Chase, he's The Man for grippping realistic crime stories....!!!
Let me chase that naughty witch
on the flying, wooden broom...
causing havoc and gloom,
that's why she's super rich
robbing any unlit house watched by a raccoon
and laughing she bypasses the orange moon.
Ugly and treacherous witch, you won't admit
that you steal candies from children's bags without a rip,
but proof is on your rotten teeth yellowed by sweets...
doesn't their cry move you enough to return their treats?
Why would a witch on a flying, wooden broom
steal and hide goodies in the darkest castle room,
where the empty caskets of vampires lay?
Have you seen the blood stains earlier in the day?
Fly over pumpkin-lit graveyards while Death looks for skeletons
to hang on trees to celebrate the eerie Halloween night...
keep away from such an horrifying place infested with bats;
fly faster, fly higher before darkness becomes light!
Copyright ( c ) 2012 by Andrew Crisci