Catalysts Poems | Examples

Loneliness, the Endless Battle

Endless thoughts swirl, of that girl with endless ardor,
Without remedy, my spirit slowly fades.
Urging to feel, with fervor growing harder,
This mindset pulling me deeper into shades.
Feelings break down both mind and soul,
Morale crumbles, and you lose control.

Involuntarily, you start to accept,
Anything, just to feel, to reconnect.
Here, in this place, peril finds its home,
Broken, yet standards must not roam.
When this arises, decisions are swayed,
Shrouded in misjudgment, choices betrayed.

Companionships dissolve, like mist in the air,
From kinship to strangers, the pain is unfair.
Misguided attempts to tether and bind,
And misplaced blame, so unkind.
Catalysts cause this rift to grow wide,
But don’t blame yourself, don’t let it slide.
For this separation, don’t let it worsen,
It’s not all yours to bear, not a curse to burden.

Creative Inspiration

There's no set list of motivational things I can name
because my inspirational impetus is never the same.
Often, I'm encouraged to pick up my pen and write
by celestial bodies glimmering upon me in the night.

What moves me to choose canvas and brush to paint
can be induced by flower, a child, there's no restraint
when it comes to what triggers my mind as inspirations.
It can be reading works of a Master Poet's compilations.

There are no bounds that hold back my impulses to act.
I'm easily prone to create from song lyrics. That's a fact.
I'm prodded to cook after coming across a good recipe,
maybe tweaking it with a bit of this or that to satisfy me.

I'm an artist at heart, finding inspiration in everything...
sunrise, butterflies, my senses honed by birds that sing.
I'm stirred by many touchstones that spur my imagination.
Remaining open-minded is a great source of stimulation.

I've been inspired by compliments and even disrespect.
They serve as catalysts, like an inspirational architect
that lead me to find new provocation; a spark to ignite
the fire of creativity within me to rise up and take flight.

Themis’ Echo: Women as Architects of Change

In the ethereal realm, where Themis holds sway,
A cosmic ballet of justice, a metaphorical play.
Yet, in our earthly sphere, reflections intertwine,
Empower women—the catalysts of progress divine.

Like Themis, with scales, a celestial display,
Let women’s worth twirl within the sunlit ray.
Respect and recognition, whispered dreams unfold,
A symphony of progress, a story yet untold.

As Themis adorns the sacred tapestry of mythic lore,
So too can women ascend, their voices galore.
Grant them the stage, society’s sacred decree,
Witness progress soaring, untethered and free.

Idiots of The Nation

Standing on the springboard of idiocity, spitting out lies  shamelessly. Idiots of the nation in the corridors of power.

Preaching shadows of democracy but catalysts of  democratic backsliding committing heinous crimes  in the broad daylight. The idiots of the nation in the corridors of power.

Their Satanic hypocrisy is the product of their arrogance and mental stupidity. Their big ego blinds them from ultimate reality.

Pretending to be superior while standing on the shoulders of the masses, the idiots of the nation in the corridors of power. 

Novel entities of society lack moral values, being drunk with power. lot of the mumbo jumbo from their mouth .

Turning politics into business of lies and manipulation, the idiots of the nation in the corridors of power.

Robbing the poor and destroying their nations, mischief-makers on the world stage. thinking with their bottom and not the top !

Climbing the ladder of success dubiously and ruthlessly, committing organised crime day and night against their nations. 

Idiots of the nation standing on the springboard of idiocity!

By Chanda Katonga.

HAIL THE CHAMPION OF ALL CHAMPIONS

From generation to generations, thy redeemer lives

From age to ages, He never fails

In all dealings, thy conquer

He always come through, breaking chains and shackles

The undisputed CHAMPION, without dispute

Who is like thee, Our Champion... MOST HIGH in fairyland!!!

Always fair and consistent, Above 

Elevator of, the Low at buttom

Finds the lost, makes a way

Beautiful and worthy in all ways, maker of heaven and earth 

Breeder of light and dark, maker of night and dawn

Giver of all, relentlessly

Dynamic leader, catalysts of growth, catapulting  the down cast

Sitted, above and below, rewarder of, the good and bad.

Divine Magnetism

Quote by Author: Each one of us owns a spark of the Infinite, 
and since the soul is imperishable, we can go on forever !  

Every thought and every action causes a reaction  
and since your life is a magnetic field 
your energies are the catalysts for creation and devotion.  

If you are kind, sincere, accepting and possess self control 
then you will attract positivity in your life.  
Your positive behavior and rightful speech is a reflection 
of your soul's power and  its infinite ability for goodness.  
You are most capable of affecting others with authentic 
karmic genuity, 
if you live everyday with purpose and benevolent intention.

Poisons

POISONS

Boldly betrayed by my body
It came so fast
Poison coursing through my veins,
My Source, my Self,
Frightening and sure, traveling it’s way
Through me, 
Out to get me from my Life,
Taking my blood and twisting ugly 
Mutations into unfathomable letters,
Indecipherable Latin words,
No longer my lifeblood
But an enemy who has no use for 
Life and cleanliness and health
Lauding power over my Will.

Next, an oxymoronic healing poison
Is injected directly into my Source,
Destroying all and everything in its wake
Unable to take into account the 
Character of its red and white victims - 
Good, bad or indifferent -
It kills without point or prejudice,
Intentional serial murders with 
Fragile tentative plans for 
Redemption and regrowth,
It tires me with its vehemence.

It is so exhausting is to wake up and have 
Nothing but confusion and hope
As catalysts for breathing and taking in 
The mysterious days ahead.

Catalysts

Catalysts of powerful ripple effects—compassion and coldness


February 18, 2023
written for the A Ripple to Me 2 Poetry Contest           Placed 1st
Sponsor: JCB Brul

Torn Ditch

All through spring,
the catalysts of eddies,
encircle the rivulets
bubbling over,
like wherewithal's brandishing
this errant song.
Now the lesson is over,
dark ditches all reignite
treasons answer,
twice mightier than the sword,
he carries his words in the rain
following like the lamb
the serpents gain.

Secret Love

I was lost looking into your eyes,
I lose words when I'm talking to you,
It feels like wandering in a Jasmine field when I'm with you,
I've realised that poems are catalysts for our love,
There is a philia between us,
Which you don't see yet,
But,
Oh darling,  don't worry I'll never give up on you.

Inklings

Shadows are but sign posts, 
fleeting moment capsules, 
brown leaf portent creeper‘s auto-pilot,
tarpaulin-sky mist draped on ancient chapel spire,
worship at the coat tail of a wrinkled orange rind lantern,
oak wood clouds smoulder from their taproot ash to blur the camera shutter,
sonneteer who mines a rock salt crystal,
earthly grain-squeeze imitation pearl,  
false trail bard whose basket weave of catalysts hint at lustrous form,
but still we wind-blown minstrels hanker for those dermal layer meters cast ashore.

I Want You:

I don't want to tie you down,
I want to fly with you.
I don't want to march your feet along the ground,
I want to run with you.
I don't want your heart, to me alone, be bound,
I want to journey Love with you.
To discover new realms within, with you.
To compose a melody, with a rhythm we can dance, with you.

I don't want to clip your wings,
I want to spread them for you.
I don't want to force upon you Earthly things,
I want to see Heaven with you.
I don't want to dictate your heart a song to sing,
I want to harmonize with you.
To write a tale to tell, with you.
To light a fire, where others gather for warmth, with you.

I don't want to guide your path,
I want to light it for you.
I don't want to be the holder of your heart,
I want to touch it, where it beats, in you.
I don't want to be the one you call your 'other half',
I want to feel you whole, as you.
To adventure time and space with you.
To be each other's catalysts, to make all our own dreams come true.

I don't want to own your smile.
I don't want to shape your style.
I don't want to be your heart's denial.

I want you
To just be you,
And to just want me
To be me too..

Only In Memory's Forgotten Mist

Like wiping snow off a window
to feel and see the warmth of 
a fireplace inside.
You use your glove and in an instant,
 see your relatives and you
playing happily.
You remember the days when meat 
was not a sin to eat.
And candy was OK too, imported
chocolates so fine, not a forbidden 
treat.

The real and thick white flocked Christmas
tree with elegant pinknballs in crystal.
A warm tear swims into the crevice of your dimple!
For you remember, too well, when life was simple!

There was no huge television blaring~
just soft songs of the season.
You remember with gladness that
people talked to one another.
Not to cell phones constantly ringing.
Love and communication floated
in the Christmas air!

At midnight you went to Mass to
honor the birth of Jesus Christ.
Smells of frankincense and real
candles, filled your nostrils.
All these and more, divine and 
spiritual catalysts
Ah,tragically.. exist now.
Only in memory's forgotten mist!



September 17,2019

*Inspired by my Cousin Maggie and Cousin Yolanda and my best friend Joanie  with memories of Elmwood Park and the endless beauty we walked in.*

Whose Wound Reveals

The world that we escape to…
  a thunder strike to come

That inner passing night train
  the past and future run

An image once to blind you
  now guiding through the maze

Temptation and redemption
  twin catalysts betrayed

One vision chosen blindly
  new insight falls like rain

As darkness drains the cosmos
  reflection dyed and stained

But memory comes as Savior
  stigmata left behind

Whose wound is now a fountain
 —where flows the deeper mind

(Plane Back from Dallas: June, 2018)

A Gateway Emotion

Intermingled in purpose;
hope, faith, and love
become the catalysts of life.
They are undefinable and yet
undeniable;
enhancing the realm of possibilities.
They remain intangible and abstract,
forming foundation stones
that support our souls
and shape our destinies.
Hope is a gateway emotion,
a precursor to faith,
that provides a pathway to happiness.
And Hope is the spark,
igniting desire's flame!
Faith fills a void in our hearts,
outside of ourselves.
And that feeling of fulfillment,
metamorphoses into love.
Love is the pinnacle of emotions
and the glue that bonds humanity together.
Nothing is more significant than love.
It's the one emotion God asks of us,
and the first blessing He offers us.

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