Caught Poems

Time Has Finally Caught Up With Me

Time has finally caught up with me —
A hush upon the bone —

The Mirror whispers differently —
Than when I stood — alone.

The Mind once fleet as Sparrow’s wing —
Now trembles — in the air —

As if the Thought — forgot its perch —
And left me — waiting — there.

The Body bends — where once it

Caught In The Glow

Do you like
knowing
or the idea
of knowledge
The pretense
of perception
or a wellspring
sublime

Political
correctness
or the search
for a moonbeam
Relighting
your way
as you glow
— in its shine

(The New Room: August, 2025)

Caught By Surprise

Caught By Surprise

Not writing a poem for years is crazy work,
But she is my motivation.
Standing ovation.

Demanding no replacement of her kindness,
Her energy caught me by surprise,
But not blind sided.

I see HER.

She sees me freely with no judgment.
I love it.
I mean I love HER...

My thoughts of her are poems picked from the most loving poetry book

Caught unaware

I wasn't expecting the oleander tree this morning
You seized the chance of my being unaware 
The flute, however, didn't falter in its whistling 
Shedding all clouds, the sky became bare 

29 July 2025

If caught coddling at Coldplay

Time was each bullet bore some name,
Each lens now does nigh but the same.
Privacy’s all but dead
If not on a deathbed,
Love at Coldplay? Ne’er a lens blame.
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Happenings |32.07.2025| humour, life, love
Note: Yes, privacy is all but dead. Social media have put it on a deathbed. If there’s any doubt, what happened recently in a public

3 Copper Coins, And The Kite Caught In The Telegraph Wire

The man was
handsome, intelligent,
and good in bed.

But he just
had nothing
to say.

And all of his days
were the same.

Monochromatic
introspection followed
by a sort of smothered
self-expression.

He never
felt like himself.
And he always felt
worried about what
other people thought
about him.

Who even was
he?

His routine?
His career?
His interests?
His beliefs?

Beliefs?

The man had
no beliefs, the
man didn’t need
to believe.

For if he started believing
in something, he may have
actually needed
to

Gone Fishing

Despairing seafaring..can be

Lore of days of yore

Glories or gory

Bold stories told 

Foreshore folklore

Hemingway’s…Old 

Man and the Sea


Smiles..feeling chipper

Like a wee nipper

Reeling in a ripper

Serious delirious skipper

No not a wee kipper

More like stealing Flipper (ah remember Flipper)


Sort of caught

Trials snort beguiles 

Rather overwrought

Wiles & guile..fraught

Palaver..how they fought


All went iffy in a jiffy

This grouper.. a storm trooper

All

CAUGHT BETWEEN

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[Verse 1]
We were hidin’ out where the lights ran low,
You were talkin’ soft, just takin’ it slow.
But I was somewhere else in my mind,
Caught up in a face I’d left behind.

That sideways grin, those late-night drives,
The kind of heat that don’t survive.
You saw it hit me, didn’t ask why,
But your quiet stare felt like goodbye.

[Verse

still caught in May

May is the season of Rain
droplets of soft note
tapping rhythm into my coat
tip—    tap. tip—    tap.
she walks with me and starlight
for a silent talk midnight 

May is the season of Rain
I watch her dance
as sun sinks beneath the fence—
tip—      tip—    

Two Caught in the Draft of a Door Ajar

We're mannequins peering from a storage
bin. We slouch across from
the "No-Food" paper sign.
Its message sags to a pulp taped to the shoulders
of a glass door. Shoppers,
incoming, their shared orange

squirts juice. Our mannequin-custodial
grins bar us from the lips' sweet 'oh'.

Crowdsourcing emboldens shame, our French kisses hung
on tangy wind chimes breezes tongue.

In the deep silence of thoughts, where the poet's soul flutters like a butterfly caught in winds

In the deep silence of thoughts, where the poet's soul flutters like a butterfly caught in winds,
He carves his path through the shadows of a culture that swallows him, relentless, unforgiving,
A son of words, a bastion of verse that refuses to be shaped by the hands of time,
He stands before the storm, bare-chested, unwavering, seeking

caught in seaweed

Caught in seaweed forever I guess
My legs are tangled; they’re in a mess
Merman comes along and cuts me out
I am too weak to flail about
Who will save a wretch like me?
Floundering in the Baltic Sea

YOU CAUGHT ME SMILING IN A MOMENT

You caught me smiling in a moment
Because your love has made its way to my heart
Into my heart
You caught me smiling in a moment
Because you are the one I have been waiting for
Waiting for
You caught me smiling in a moment 
As you pass me by
Passing by
You caught me smiling in a moment
Now I am face

Broken generation caught within the web

When looking at reflections
it draws and paints from a spirit 
certain visions sit on the sidelines set aside 
afraid to choose honestly 
and grow a backbone straightened by facts 
in those refusing to stand up for the most basic human right 
Then again many follow the bully 
name calling suppressing the truth 
branding wisdom is

The thing that caught my eye

The wings of a butterfly do not compare
No fish of the sea would compete for my stare
And stars and the rainbows are just things in the sky
Why is it always the thing I can’t try
The beauty that captures the attention of my eye

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