They move through the maze,
Papers wavering like
thin-skinned truth,
Each signature a quiet uprising
Against the slow- grinding
Manuel Materials
That call themselves order.
Their voices catch on procedural
irritants
Cracked syllables lagged
Across desks,
Needs folded into Manila envelopes
That wander office to office
Like pilgrims pleading for
Charity.
Red tape coils around them-
A serpent made of statues,
A ribbon intertwined from regulations,
A binding charm diffuse by
Hands
That promise representation
But deliver hesitation.
Paper pushers sit behind the
Writing desks,
Shuffling lives like loose
Documents,
Moving stacks instead of
Solutions,
Measuring urgency in forms
And stamps,
Instead of human obligations
Still they push forward,
Bearing the bulk of civic expectations,
That drag of political formality,
The discomfort of being heard
Only after being processed.
And in the end,
Their persistence becomes revelation-
Proof that even disordered
Systems
Cannot silence a people
Who declines to be filed away.
Four days home, and the emptiness runs deep,My tears fall like the gushing Yellowstone,Pouring over the smooth, cold stone of the asphalt.
My soul aches for the mornings I woke to His design,When I stood on the rugged spine of Beartooth Pass,And touched the very roof of God’s majestic world.
Now, my lungs catch on the heavy city air,And human rejection stings like a winter frost.I watched them choose others, heard the excuses, felt the cold shoulder of a crowded sanctuary, but the mountains never told me they were too busy.
The Creator of the peaks does not play favorites, So I look away from the shadows of the crowd, to turn my eyes to the gifts right in front of me.
I hold tight to my husband, I cherish my daughter,And I offer my worship to the One who always listens. I am breathing city dust but my heart is safe with the God who never runs out of time.
I am dawn
rusty like a ribald blade
You stole my castles without release
I didn't have the standard and logo
to catch on today
The Iceman has left the scene
and I count my loss
then thrumpted it with holes
Launcelot drew at the vue
still working out the time
and counted the dusty envelopes
of the day
Don't blame me if my words aren't fulfilled
to ride on overload
My eyes are full of Ghosts
The evening
wasted, full of masquerades
When I chose to be a witch, I gave up true love
I love to be alone, 'cause eventually people really bug
There is too many mind-games & selfishness in humanity
Thanks, but no thanks - I wanna keep my sanity
Everyone's always in it in the end for just themselves
There are way too many far too gone - they can't be helped
I believe that those that do not bring to the table - don't play
And when the times get rough - they never do stay
When bickering begins, there's much too much of each other
(I'm sure you wish you were doing another)
Like she once told me - when the cat is given - they change
But once you catch on - they then become enraged
If it's not their way, it's no way at all
(Says the motherfvcker, too afraid to fall)
Love is oh so temporary - and only convenient for the moment
If it's gonna be forever in your eyes - then fvcking show it
Compromise, show attentiveness - do little things
'Cause everyone knows what a healthy companionship brings
Quit going into something new - thinking they're like your ex
Why not give everyone new a chance - then see what's next?
Our ceiling fan went up in smoke
But didn’t catch on fire.
It seemed okay before it broke;
The culprit was a wire.
It happened fast and we got scared;
My husband flipped the fuses.
I guess we’re never quite prepared
When we’re whom bad luck chooses.
The burning smell took hours to fade;
A new fan will replace it
With safer bulbs, yet I’m afraid
I might not quite embrace it.
The Mother of Invention
Has given birth once more
And her new baby
Is as mad as before
Eddison or Tesla
Would spill their tea
I know because it happens to me
Baby suspenders?
I believe they are very rare these days
And I don't understand why
It's such a good idea
But I've had too many beers in the pub
And looking through beer glasses stuck to my eye
I wonder if they ever sold like hotcakes
And they'll catch on
I'd put my money on it
And hope I'm not wrong
Could be the perfect present for your friend's new baby?.
'Is that Sean Penn?''
God moves in straight circles
in rounded lineal
pointless points
at the sharp of blunts
we are slow to catch on
racing about
on oil and ice
a fat ass can be
a saving grace
God loves
Thank God
Best to believe nothing I say,
for everything is a lie
and nothing but the truth.
A poem is a wolf
that hunts
with the moon in its eyes.
Be fooled
until you catch on,
or until you catch that wolf.
A playwright crafts plays... right?
let's coin the word "poemwright"
it's understandable, at first sight
it'll catch on (well, it might!) :-D
Mummy heading for market “Bye”
For her child shall super snacks buy
One or two big surprises try;
If she does it not child’s pained cry…
‘Bye’ for someone flying away
You would soonest catch on your way:
On a trip that could need airport
But in the end gloriously short…
Goodbye to folks you love or like:
Something about them does you strike,
Your goodbye their journey mercies
Covering them like football Jerseys…
Farewell the more touching goodbye
That comes with a dose of sore sigh:
Indeed, the bye of a parting
For which there might not be chatting;
No other meeting with Martin
You’d hated and loved while farting…
Then, comes Big Tears-Dragging Adieu
Said and it’s like paying a due,
Recipients you later met few;
As one says it more mountain Dew.
Why am I here,
Why is this life I live?
God, your definition of birth,
I still have to catch on...
Why you give lives?
Because one moment we touch the skies,
& the other, in deep ocean, we simply dive!
Is it just a movie you like to see?
With characters playing their roles.
Each life is given a script.
Unaware of the climax,
The characters are just doing their jobs.
Some feign, some be good, some have reasons, some dont!
But what is that is the ultimate goal?
What is that you consider flop?
Or a hit at the heaven's box office?
Who is to receive an Oscar?
As the purpose is itself not known!
There is trauma, love, sorrow and care?
What is the reason behind cutting the umbilical cord?
When in the end,
I submit to thee, Lord!
- Somya
Spiffy spiders in a bag.
Each was donning a top hat.
Each was holding a bright flag.
Just what do you make of that?
The top hats were silken black.
Each flag was flying so high.
Each spider lay on his back.
Just what to wonder and why?
Eight legs rose up in the air.
Each one waved his flag around.
Each hummed a song of Eau Claire.
Just where musing jolly found?
The flags moved from leg to fang.
Each signing change of baton.
Each now in cocksure voice sang.
Just why did that song catch on?
I left them in that black bag
Each one now dancing around.
Each one stepping wig and wag
Just how can I grok that sound?
On this late June morning,
As distant thunder shakes the window panes
And the grey sky rolls quietly by,
I find myself stuck in a pool of time,
Swirling quietly round in a brief respite
From the ongoing rush and rapids of life
The mistakes in my years are remote yet visible,
Like a mountain range in a rearview mirror.
They recede, but they do not dimish.
The future is still misty and veiled.
I don't know where the road is going,
Though I know where I want it to go.
How many times must I play "Harvest Moon" and "A Thousand Years"
Before you catch on?
Outside, the rain has started.
Blinking dazedly, she drifts through the roads
Sometimes a light sparkles and then it fades
Her eyes view the world
Like an astigmatic sees the lights on the street
What does she want?
The clear young girl lost her sight.
Clarity moved away for hazy views.
A prescription so dearly needed.
Hospital ques seem endless.
The ultimate view seems forever beyond her grasp
And thus she loses her balance.
Arms flailing to catch on and feel,
She wonders if this is all her life would be.
Diputs.' Its a reality.)
Some keep casting it out..'
Hoping 'all' will catch on'
So far only 'the super woke'
Have owned it..they were told..
That its 'Stupid' not, to have it..!
I've been trying to get rid of it..)
For many years..Still !
One persons meat.'
And poisons..You know?
And other treats plus
A stupid trait.'
How I entreat.!
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