Best Chaser Poems
He's a cyclone chaser, cloaked in neon tracer
that mirrors stars dying, heartless witches flying
A dull Christmas eve, still it was better than most.
I’d heard of winter and snow in places far away–
Of cold and frozen waters and rains that fall like powder from the sky–
Of words like mist, soft as a whispered kiss
Escaping from lips–red over a pale impression,
Muttering words of things of the faraway place.
I know not the feeling, only the idea of a place
And whatever feeling it evokes in me the most.
Of these foreign notions, I have not one but many an impression
Of wonder and adventure and ways to sail away
On wooden or metal monsters that beckon the sea its cheek to kiss
In the in-between world of salt water, wind and sky.
Not so here, no snow in this dry harmattan sky.
I’d rather for a change of pace, a change of place.
A place of apples and wine grapes and passions that deepen the kiss–
Of hopes and dreams and wishful thinking for most.
Come hopes! Come dreams! Come insane thoughts and take me away!–
Far away; and in my place leave no impression.
Rid it! On her alone, I made some impression
Of two on a low hill beneath a big grey sky.
Her eyes would haunt me screaming: “Why didn’t you take me, with you, away
To the place we had dreamed–the faraway place?”
Truth be told, she would prove really good–better than most.
Even so, rid me of it, with one final kiss.
A flickering flame snuffed out with a kiss;
Its dying breath trailing a wispy impression.
With that, I lost what it was I wanted the most;
Bartered for the image of a different sky.
Alas, a different time in a different place;
Yet to find a place to stay that doesn’t lead away.
Now, a seasoned drifter wandering away
With tales of wonder and adventure and many a departure kiss–
With yarns of many sights, yet yearning for only one place–
For the place I left, leaving no impression–
A place I must go only after I find the perfect sky.
It was a dull Christmas eve, still, it was better than most.
Now, in a place far away, making many an impression,
Oh, how I desire that kiss, under that same grey sky.
Despite the faraway place, it is what I want the most
(sigh)
Occasionally I can only see half of it
when I am lucky I get to see at least two
they always make me smile
remembering what they mean to you
now all grown up they make me feel loved
that is my own little reminder of
God's love for me
To Nikko I am the rainbow chaser
'cause I know she loves them too
But she rarely gets to lay eyes on them
so whenever I spot a rainbow
I would snap a pic and send it off to her
knowing that with my meager gesture
I get to spread some cheer
Here’s to Arild and his sliding rainbow
and to Michael who gets lost in his
I have some pretty good reasons
to embrace them even more
their sizes may vary
the colors sometimes strange
Guess what?
They are still a blessing
with or without that pot of gold
*Inspired by MJF and Arild’s rainbow poems*
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Their wind doesn't make your climate
That's just how storms roll
Turning over mole hills and mountains
Looking for change
7/17/2019
Excerpt from Brainstormy Weather
Adapted for Arbitrium Divisa 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Gregory R Barden
December’s cold wind starts to bite
festive are the lights all around
yet children are nowhere in sight
hurry come quick, what is that sound
a bell tolls but what is it for
festive are the lights all around
something evil came through the door
not in song, yet they all fall down
a bell tolls but what is it for
tragedy struck this little town
tiny children hold hands in fear
not in song, yet they all fall down
they can’t comprehend what they hear
school always was a place to play
tiny children hold hands in fear
many angels were born that day
December’s cold wind starts to bite
school always was a place to play
yet children are nowhere in sight
a church bell tolls
as a nation mourns
why did so many fall?
I'm a dream chaser chasing
After my dreams for the risen King.
I'm running after my dreams,
At full speed like a water stream.
Not backing down from another fight
In fact I'm getting ready to take flight.
My bags are packed and on board,
I'm ready to soar with Captain Jesus at the core.
I'm dreaming big and running full of power like a cell tower.
I'm dedicated and standing in faith,
That God's vision for my life,
Will be displayed by him in every way.
I'm called to be great call me "Nate the Great"
And I know I make a lot of mistakes and that's okay.
I know I will overcome,
Defeat every obstacle that comes towards me.
I'm determined to be the best me that I'm called to be,
God's got the victory and he lives inside of me.
Ready, set, go
I'm coming to face my fears and run my race.
Brace yourself I'm breaking down the Great Wall
And watching the bricks vibrate and shake,
Like an earthquake as they fall like the New Year's ball.
I'm a dream chaser chasing
After my dreams for the risen King.
It's time for me to break free
And live my dream at the count of three.
I'm relentlessly spreading your empire,
Like a wildfire.
Breaking down my barriers
Like the walls of Jericho.
Not waiting around the battlefield in fear anymore.
Where are all my Soldiers? Suiting up for combat?
I'm not just a conqueror,
I'm also a mighty warrior;
I refuse to lose sight of my victory.
After the fight I'm part of a team that's got my back,
Through every crack on the track.
Over the hills, and through the valleys,
Even in the most crowded alleys;
God's angels are by my side
Flying high in the sky.
I'm living from within
A new day is getting ready to begin.
I'm taking my place next to the King.
Unashamed to proclaim
That I'm living for the one who forever reigns.
I'm free forever in the savior's name
And my life will never be the same.
I've received a revelation
And no matter the situation,
I'm going after the dream
That will change a generation.
I won't stop until I reach the entire nation.
I'm a dream chaser chasing
After my dreams for the risen King.
No matter the situation,
I'm going after the dream
That will change a generation.
I won't stop until I reach the entire nation.
I'm a dream chaser chasing
After my dreams for the risen King.
Sneak, coward, eater.
To you, ravenous creeper
know this: He Is Mine.
STORM CHASER
Living on the edge driving into town as others evacuate,
into harm’s way to the edge,
Mother Nature kickin’ ass. Yours?
From Taiwan and a typhoon to Florida
to a hurricane, this is your rush,
your heart beat of life. See piers smashed,
roads washed away, houses disappear,
people die in a second. All men are equal
in this fury as energy is expended.
Watch from space, see circle of fluffy
white clouds, yet on the surface it’s mayhem
central. Storm chaser’s work is always dangerous
and never boring. Travel 30,000 miles in two weeks,
get some great photos and capture history.
Nearly washed away, under collapsed buildings,
horizontal rain and thunderous clouds.
Only drama here, never boring, storm chaser’s work.
chasing a dream in a tunnel of steam and smoke
running really fast gasping for air as i choke
clinching my fist swinging at shadows as they pop in and out of the mist
catching my dream at the end of the tunnel is something i dearly wish
but all i can see is the hour of sorrow that holds stedfast at the end of the line
and even good morrow is bitter and sour like the taste of a twisted lime
but my dreams keep running and the faster my stride the faster she tends to run
like a bullet inside a six chambered barrel shot from a loaded gun
but this is the pursuit of a happy endeavor
no matter what the outcome maybe
and although life throws you whatever
just keep on chasing your dreams
back then, younger summer evenings,
we ate crabs, oysters, shrimp fillings
chased and downed, my dear,
with Mexican beer,
shortcomings, but no misgivings !
(P)PProblems...."whom-all-GGod's-childrenss-is-withouutt-t..{???} thought we seek
to find...[LIFES] and-to-solve-its Common-Erass-serr. {Which-Is} (tthee-ee-depth}
of Our-Faith..{!} "once the eye's are now become open, once the dream becomes
less-less confusion and the smoke finnally clears...then (and ) now, (***) "I am a
Dream-Chaser..{??}.."
Chase a dream until you find it never give up on you
For if you stop short of your quest you'll never get what you were due.
On my drive over to you I went back in time
To that first drop of tears that ushered in the storm
I was too young to understand, but I knew an evil hand
Even though he smiled when he came over I couldn’t pretend
I meander in and out of my lane as the painful memory unravels
You took a part of me with you and the pain is with me on all my travels
In life. And I still don’t understand why you never left this damn curse
You still forgave him even after all the drama of the ugly divorce
I’ve got them with me in the car, they bear some internal scars
They keep asking me where we’re going and if it’s still too far...
I keep looking straight ahead because I don’t want them to see my shame
Choking on my voice I say, “Don’t worry kids, we’re going to mommy’s new home.”
The nights you came home crying, bleeding, inconsolable and bruised
Mother’s consoling words, that you needed to be strong, which had me even more bemused
I sink into a deep, dark place...filled with rage as we approach the cemetery gates
It’s been a year since our last visit and they too now also quieten down in the back seat
So many women, like yourself tolerate these men’s insecurities
He possessed you and treated you like an object, taking advantage of your loyalties
Episode after bad episode...broken bones, stories of extramarital affairs
As soon as you healed physically, you returned home to him and I would despair
I miss you sis’ and you were taken from us too soon
He’s in jail now, but I heard he’ll be released on parole from prison
You lived your life with such vigour, never afraid to face danger not even his fists and razor
We’re left at a huge loss in the aftermath of the destruction of your passing like a storm chaser
08-23-15
Contest: Pendleton Arkwright's Rain and Dark, Isolated Places
Once the eye's are close, the spiritmind reopens.
Once upon a time within the stroke of creation, I
flew beyond the vast of many star's and each of the
plantedss-ss impress me so remarketably, I thought that
life truly has no ending, "if we are rewarded with life's ever-
lasting......token...(which is) living and what is not to be Broken.
"One night I dream, I-IIIii-iiee thought I was imperial to never be
depented on a another human-being .." But, like everything else
which was not so annointed in my life. Myself...(yes) the - theee...
"Dream Chaser... I just felt compel to act improverish to life most com-
pelling subject________"why not constrict us toward so many questions
and not enough answers..? "Not to broken, in my dream I'm chasing after
the illusion of manhood,(WHY)..??"
WHY...."(Wweeell-lll)llleed I am a man....and that in itself - {means} that the
perils of all of my earthly strength shall tell..You..(!!!).." "(T)TTTha-ttt I am no
Good, and if I could if I would seek to change that perception, butso being a man,
my weakness is made to tolerate this misconception. But that dd(DD)Dreammm
that I seem always to strolled through (my head) places me to a far away place,
a place that has significant value, and there,,,,,(O)Once the eyes does now close,
there I find answer'ss..but thereso I find more problems, and which can not be solve,
Standstill
Waiting still
Until the grand steal
When time stood still
In spite of legs
Time cheats
It flies in our good times
And quantum leaps in our sleep
It crawls in our watch
And spites
It stops in our anguish
As though to prolong the pain
And our lives flash at that moment
As though to boast about our insignificance
We run the race, but it wins every time
It sets the records we chase
We own expensive watches,
But we can never own time
It is as obtainable as it is stoppable
Time moves like a chess piece
In turns and incisively
We mimic the arms of the wall clock
Of seconds chasing the minutes
The minutes catching up to the hours
The hours exhausting their efforts into a day
And when the battery dies, it doesn’t
As though it has a spirit
What is it?
The clock tells time
And it never lies
It never fights, but rings
It’s forever on schedule because it ticks
Tasked to remind, it never forgets
To move
With the times
The timers
Read the Times it leaves behind
To catch up, but we never do
Even if we were to travel through time
Time would be the medium and should we succeed
It would be waiting for us on the other side
To tell us what time it is