Best Uncaught Poems

( I SEE SO MANY FACES )

How much would you pay for a smile today?
A few pleasant words will prepare the way.
A smile that’s unexpected will never be rejected,
A ‘Hi’ that’s quickly tossed will never be uncaught.

I see so many faces intent on going places...

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In the orchestra of being 
   life’s patterns emerge. 
Ancient voices resound / 
   as harmony sounds its surge. 
Music breathes life into the silent stars, Plato said, 
As heavenly tunes dance 
   the cosmos is unsped. 
Among the...

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I can not say the way I feel
Too unraveled, too unreal
I seem a range
Of contorted and strange

Jagged, the horizon lies
Untying the stars and skies
Moon and sun, between them keep
Heavy hours of uncaught sleep

Madness moves in lacy gray
Where coy slumber declines to stay
Mumbled noises seek amends
As...

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Dear, Spring!


It's May! It's Spring! Sweet aromatic perfumes
Waft upon the breeze, conveying lusty thoughts
Of passion! Timid birds tweet beguiling croons!

It's May! It's Spring! Love seethes the air yet uncaught.
O' May! O' Spring! What stirrings rise deep within--
Intoxicating flowers breating out sin!

Aloft my thoughts are ellipting...

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It's not about love, not about hate.
It's the promise of two that one can negate.
It's not about dark, not about light
It is about peace found after a fight.
It's not about courage, nor about fear
It's less about far and more about near.
It's heavy as stone and...

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Feeling free as an uncaught Christmas goose,
I left on a Valentine's Day with a Dear Bruce
Letter and a tie. Wonder why he kept it for years.
There were tears I took his children, but when he
Finally found me, he threatened to cut me to pieces.

I drove...

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How long obstinate truth will surprise you? 
The moment like slippery things
Mixed emotions breath poison 
The blue sky in the plain...

Hanging decision uncertainly attacks
Snake of blood that crawls the heart. 
To put punctuation mark
In the uncaught wishes 
Dust gathers towards Happy-go-line.

Millions of voices alarm self-image.
What's...

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Sideways squint,
Paintbrush aloof,
Mind uncaught,
Not too much pot.

Paintbrush of own hair, pubic or not,
Blank book of no worth,
#Finger middle used for f~~~~~~~ c###s,
Outward journey,
~Not too much imagination.

Finally name the barstards,
You don't get paid,
People take a holiday from reality,
And you suffer insanity,
Only raise an arm in crucifix,
They...

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In the depths of verses penned in ink and thought,
There lies a fear that lingers, unbesought.
To press delete, to erase what once was wrought,
But courage falters, leaving dreams uncaught.

Years have passed, yet still the words remain,
Etched on the pages, a poetic chain.
Some born of passion,...

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Today gives me an ethernal hurting
of the raging night, my moon had crashed
on the wings of flamingoes

While saying farewell to crying winds of the
creek when waves slapping sideways on crazy
shores of silence, another watchman of sweets.

Impared longing till it starts burning
under the eyes, so I...

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Today gives me an ethernal hurting
of the raging night, my moon had crashed
on the wings of flamingoes

While saying farewell to crying winds of the
creek when waves slapping sideways on crazy
shores of silence, another watchman of sweets.

Impared longing till it starts burning
under the eyes, so I...

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Without caught exception,
a zero divisor, with no one the wiser,
deception

undetected;
divide by zero's end result:
wrecked id.

Uncaught,
adding insult:
naught.

Without caught exception,
divide by zero's end result:
naught.

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for the Let's Minichu on zero Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mohan Chutani
written on 04/09/2022

If a program has an id, it is its hidden memories, which...

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I am going to be the next Dr. Suess.
I can make things rhyme at the turn of a goose.
I am terrific at shaking people loose
Stand back man, I am enjoying my juice.

Hold up!  Maybe Tim Burton is more my style.
Lurking around with skeletons making...

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Listening to your moans,
between broken stances of naked
stardust; we were afraid of each other.

In midnight blue of doubts
never asked for the voice;
it comes on its own if you shed the pain.

The hostility burns further:
the hunger, in round beseeching eyes
of a crawling child ; I am...

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When Jacob fled from Laban’s house,
He went with everything he had.
With Laban off and shearing sheep,
He set his face towards Gilead.

It was while Laban was away
That Rachel did a thing most odd:
While packing for escape that day,
she pilfered Laban’s household gods.

When Laban found out they...

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