Catch On Poems - Poems about Catch On

He can't wait to move out since he's grown up- but the problem is that he has no car and has no job (Is it a catch twenty-two?), he's wise enough to understand that he cannot live as a freeloader be forever dependent on his parents he's a grown man not a little boy problem is he has no car and has no...

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Sickness can turn your house into a personal jail When friends come to visit you use anything as a veil The moments you lose track of the day and time If you need medicine you would spend every dime To pass the time you watch old episodes on Netflix Eating soup for dinner and inhaling vapors of vicks It feels like...

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The beginning of the end The end of the beginning To look and not see A desperate path To start what can’t finish Destroying tomorrow When eyes remain closed The future — uncast (Dreamsleep: June, 2025) ...

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I wore enough makeup you'd have thought I was in witness protection. first dates are like that— turned out he was the one that got arrested. ...

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There was a young woman who yearned for a mate. Sadly cat food was all that she ate... The cans with seafood she clearly favored and from this diet she never wavered. Many thought her an attractive gal, in spite of slight whiskers and her woeful meow. None dared go close as her breath was so foul.. Come night on a twinkling...

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two Robins scurry stop and go across the lawn worm lunch in...

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Life speeds by with work, errands, crisis and then something huge pops up It's so easy to settle into a busy numbness and just pass the days at the speed of light However if you tuck your head down and just let life pass quickly, you may miss the sweet moments that enrich life with laughter, connection, and blessings I...

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I've little or no chance. Should I go for the kill? With my skill and will, I must till every hard hill. I'm my government. I must make my decision. Amidst moral schisms, I have endless vision. Like lions, tigers, and rhinos, I show aggression. Doesn't this involve an ethical transgression? There's a battle. There's a physio-psychic war. Against the opponent, there's...

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Let me try, spoon-feed me nor ever teach, My big mouth said, help me reach to my bridge Like olden-day gurus who would not preach, Help me smooth out if you find a rough ridge That allowed little light of truth to reach, Stop utter darkness from declaring siege. Just guide, help me old blockages to...

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My mission is to make you see out loud And understand, my means are to open your mind's eye I must reach you to teach you the nature at hand Every cup that's filled, it's a must that you sip And if the rules ain't bent don't bend them I just want you to...

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Catch joy when you can Like a butterfly twirling away And keep near the heart. If not, joy will escape your grip too And fly by somebody else's head....

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May we be blessed to always… with the child within us stay attuned… May we never stop chasing rainbows or trying to catch the moon. ...

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You continue to impress me With everything you do And you can do most anything That you put your mind to You truly are amazing A tiger through and through And to top it off you're gorgeous There's no one else like you...

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Catch-22 If I say I love you I’m too possessive. If I fail to say I love you I’m not romantic enough. If I work twelve-hour days I don’t spend enough time with you. If I only work four-hour days I don’t show enough ambition. If I discipline the children I’m too harsh. If I don’t discipline the children I’m too lax. If I suggest we go on...

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Dust shrouds the peeling varnish on the old church pew as Noah (first of his namesake, last of his namesake) thumbs an overripe orange in his patchwork coat pocket. The preacher, made an obelisk by distance and light looms against the marble cross, stark fragmented, like bullet holes through white fencing. He speaks. “Every Living Thing Has A Soul And...

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