Catherine Poems - Poems about Catherine

For My Grandmother Catherine

Twenty-five years
of saying the Rosary

Twenty-five years
a promise to keep

A last dying wish
her beads in my hand

Not one day I’ve missed 
— or one restless sleep

(The 1st Book Of Prayers: January, 2025)

Saint Catherine Was Excalibur

I always said tether to the void
Not any idealistic reason or choice
Now suspended I know why I’ve been devoid
Because how can one speak with an inside voice
Where no one can hear you outside yourself
Dawn of this maleficent sentience mind shatter
Here the fray was an epitaph of useless matter
Hand-forged in this, 
I saw vigorously vile limbs
Skulking

Queen Catherine

Queen Catherine knew Henry’s intention, her husband had an evil heart
He tried to divorce or annul her, so he could marry Anne, his little tart.
They had been married twenty-four years, the Catholic church said no.
King Henry VIII was so arrogant, he started a baby-fit-kind-of-show
Had himself declared the head of the church, threw out the pope
Catherine’s

Catherine

The lower staircase from which I stumble,
The higher staircase of hope that crumble.
The letter of destiny that I hold,
The  colour of mourning that I wore.

The fleeting glances that I stole,
To be known and to be bold.
As the sky pours, shedding it's tears
I stood there watching my hopes disappear.

Down that old town road, with garlands
Of

Jodie Catherine Lynn Fox

Here lies Jodie Catherine Lynn Fox
Slipped and fell in a patch of phlox
Hit her head on a stone
There she lay silent prone
We put her remains in a new frocked box 

Written June 2, 2022

The Old Man Could See

The Old Man Could See
By Cat Ferman

 
UCLA, 1969 
My dad's late for class again.
He spots a girl from Sweden
And asks her out again. 
My mom says so unsure, but calmly and kind,
"I suppose that would be alright, 
I guess that'll be just fine." 
And from that moment on
They stayed together
In the warm weather
Making each

Catherine

Catherine, behave yourself!
Can't you be like Bianca?
Somebody straighten her out.
Where's Petruchio?

Based on the play "The Taming of the Shrew" by William Shakespeare

Catherine the Great of Russia

She had no idea what a fantastic legacy of enlightenment she left
She was assertive woman who took no guff from any mortals. 
Her self-confidence was well known; she was feared by men. 
She gladly overthrew her husband and her cousin to get power 

Perhaps she sensed she would only live to the age of sixty-seven.
But

To Catherine Deneuve

I gave my heart to someone in the rain,
the clouds exploding, witness to my vows

The water carrying away each fervent wish
—to stream in happy aqueducts of love

(Dreamsleep: January, 2021) 



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=imCOi7pqKh0

Ode To Catherine Howard

in mind thoughts are waste
           heartbeats at hummingbird pace
              axe raised her crime ~ raped

By
David Kavanagh

Madame Catherine Fancy Cat

Madame Catherine with her bouffant so big and mighty
She wears her blue silk frock and pantaloons with attitude all righty
We see her in the garden, putting on airs, for she is the queen.
If you do not believe me, look at the butterflies give her their sheen.

Madame Catherine is too prim and proper to use a

The Crown of Marigold

Now stand you on the top of happy hours—
Or so the mirrors 'round your glass realm show
Man of beauty, charm, and stunning power,
I will cackle as you are brought down low.
For though you claim a crown of gilded wind
And stride upon a path of shining zinc
What are you but a foolish child chagrined
Content in pretending

On Ste-Catherine

on Ste-Catherine
hands out for spare change
eyes never meeting



posted on April 26, 2019

Catherine

“We’re all human” my Grandmother
    used to say
     —some of us are just more human than others

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

Translation of Catherine Lara's Awesome Night By T Wignesan

Nuit magique (Awesome Night)
Catherine Lara

(A lilting catchy French tune with a " barbed " message addressed to oneself or to any damsel in distress. Free translation by T. Wignesan)

Okay
Il n'y avait rien à faire (One felt free with nothing to do)
Okay
Dans cette ville étrangère (In that foreign outpost)
Okay
Tu étais solitaire (You were all alone)
Okay
J'avais l'cœur

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