Catchers Poems - Poems about Catchers

He sends me to bases that have stunned many faces, including that of mine.I feel the dream catchers power running through my spine, incresing my faith, to run to next base without stumbling, very humbling.As I strive to reach home base, keeping my vision on the Dream Catchers Mitt....

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Some Native Americans it seems believe that the air is filled with good and bad dreams.. The legend states that when one sleeps, a dream catcher will trap the bad ones that seep. Place a dream catcher at the head of your bed and trap the bad ones in it's web.. The good dream will pass thru it's center hole, bring peace and...

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life goes on...even though our hopes are crushed, even though a few flowers, which could have fully bloomed and enchanted the world... fall and...

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Capture emotions Like fireflies in a jar. Catch times Like a dream catcher. If I could stop these times And nestle a home in these feelings, I’d live here forever Feeding off salted almonds and music Soon there’s a break Will you grow away from me? I know my worries are foolish But i’d like to capture you Like words in a poem, I hope they’ll hold this...

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Catching snakes has to be done When they are in the city each one There is a couple of tattooed people On television in South Africa showing their mettle Black mambas, Cobras, Spitting Cobras each done Would have the potential to kill when their biting is done Not my cup of tea to do this sort of thing With nerves of steel...

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Catch and store my energy, said Yang-Sun to Earth-Yin. Digest and absorb nutritional information, said Earth to Virgin Eve to Fertile Adam. Volcanize and subduct Earth's embryonic Commons says Mother Earth to ReGenerative Ecologists. Revolt and then creolize resulting multicultures say EcoPolitical Democratizers to TrustBuilding Psychologizers. Deduce separate competing nature labels to induce integrating cooperative enspirited relationships said LeftCerebral to Right ElderStem BiLaterating Root NeuralSystem. Produce capital-nutritional earnings and consume stored wealth...

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What charms your whim, your fun, Each day when you’re alone? The things you ponder and get up to, That’s not on the telephone. Maybe you like duct tape art or Collecting tea bag cloaks, Or going around javelin catching with Other javelin catching folks. Maybe you carve egg shells, Into beautiful greens and blues, Or maybe you like to appear behind Reporters when they’re on...

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There was a time when feathers found me like talismans, they came. Without their down, I was grounded, the sparrow thought to lend me flight. Now, neither up, nor down do my eyes go, for the third eye is my frame. Flight takes a lonely path, stirred by each wanton wayward breeze. The sky above is...

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The vertical thought had jumped on the moon without any qualms. Do you think, the dreams will sell to man these butterflies. The ants were waiting for the death of the lamb wandering in the neighbour’s field. O God, how long we will drink this potion of the stone catchers ? Satish Verma...

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The art of dreams, Is that of Holy things. Mastered by the abused, A people of such romantic views. Once their arts had been taught, The newcomer repressed their very thoughts. A man of intergrity, a man of valor, Helped another in his darkest hour. His thoughts were clean, his thoughts were pure, Of the other man's he could not be sure. When...

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If found in pound!...

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