Eye Catching Poems

- Autumn Is Near -

  When the sublime symphony of summer
  is about to enter its last movement
  The mysterious curtain of magic
  Nature transform into golden colors
  yellow, orange, red and even purple
  Eye-catching spectacular color shades

  Walk in the quiet respite of autumn
  while breathing in the lovely fresh crisp air
  The season's most beautiful adventure
  With autumn, the weather changes quickly
  The wind takes hold and throws me off balance
  Ripe apples, pears and plums fall to the ground

Abbey Road

It looks to me like the iconic photo was shot on a Sunday
Behind an abbey that was soundless with loud prayers
The traffic was more human than mechanical
On the broad, asphalted spine of a skinned, dead zebra
Where four men created a useful, eye-catching scene
With their stern military march of youthful legs,
Coming together, yet drifting solemnly apart,
Each carrying that weight of something serious.

Good Morning America

Good morning America.

Today, July 4, 2025, I looked out of my front window,
and at 6AM saw a most beautiful sky.  Locked into
this eastern canopy was a very eye-catching
coloration, reminding me of the colors of the
American flag.

Yes, America, like our flag, it was red, white, and blue.
No, there were no stars and strips, but I could not help
but think heavily of you.

The grounds were lased with green grasses, and crops
of grain were heavily covered with dew. But the eastern
sky was very distinctly red, white, and blue.

America, this was a first for me in that I had never seen 
such canopy colors and gave honoring thoughts of you
at the same time. It was indeed a momentous experience
for me.

And so, America, I close by saying, my heart and thoughts
are whispering warm prayers for you on this 4th of July.

Early Morning Interruption

Early Moring Interuption 
Travelling steamed coffee 
Aroma in silence 
A lamp early dusk 
Trees swaying are curious 
Mountains embrace us 
From afar 
Just pondering ajar 
Hinder early morning 
Coffee gives me lightning 
Wake up to another blessing 
Leaves scattered 
Poetry thoughts gather 
Interrupted eye catching 
Overflow clouds dancing

Dough Dash

With my computer in hand, out the door I dash....
To other people's doors for cash

Picking up to drop off,
Then swiftly to the next stop

Dashing, Grubhubbing, and Ubering galore,
In a sputtering economy, lent-filled pockets I really abhor

Rapacious eyes peruse desktops, tablets, and smartphones for eye-catching menus
Man's incessant search for comfort and convenience hungrily continues

Picking up to drop off,
Then swiftly to the next stop 

Dashing, dashing past drive-thrus and beyond dining rooms
Now a fresh and different energy looms

A mad dash for cash

Dough dashing...
Dashing for MO'
So, out my door 
I GO

To contactless drop-offs and no eye contact, all spawned from a digital transaction
Distant, yet so close, is this human interaction

A mad dash for cash 

Dough dashing...
Dashing for MO'
So, out my door
I GO

A Very Catchy Phrase for A New Content

Imagine this,
I put up like this,
There is no end to it,
The night came in,
The creeps give the chills,
I wonder how to feel,
It is the sequel,
The storyline is captivating,
Very eye-catching,
The movie Serpent is in search,
For a more dramatic and chaotic impact,
In this hour of darkness,
I can still feel the sensational,
Of going on an adventurous journey,
Is this a survey,
Or a rental one,
I could be someone,
Looking through and through,
I spotted a feline,
Of a different kind,
I don't mind,
Give me the sign,
The next blockbuster in line.

Inevitable fate of a He

The cock also sweat
Sweating beneath the undaunted hair
Though unseen, untethered 
Unnoticed yet vulnerable.

The male lion also weep
Weeping gently and silently
With insignificant traces 
Though galloping and parading
In confidence which left creatures
Marvelled and tender.

The virile also feels
They also go through pains 
Pains seen and unseen
Though eye catching faces 
And beautiful faces are worn over 

Should the Bull go begging when in awe of death?
Should the mighty cry ?
Should the Cheetah crawl ?
Should the Tiger be afraid?

In street, the virile is left alone
Detached, chastened and stranded
Moving to and fro 
But no place to call home.

Even when he wants to be known 
And cherished, he is deprived.

Should humanity be switched?
Even when switched, will he be known ?
Will he be recognized?
Or will he be appreciated?

He is all alone
Longing to overcome 
Though no hope of winning
But hanging on till the driver arrives
And all is left behind.

Eating from the Tree of Misinformation

Near the edge of democracy’s garden
sprouted the Tree of Misinformation,
quickly growing into the largest tree
with leafy branches broad and long and tall.

Though toxic was its eye-catching fruit,
many ate the deceptive apples
that clouded their minds
and blinded their eyes.

They could not even perceive
the clear, self-evident truth
that a deceitful serpent
had slyly seduced them.

Fanatically following the swindler,
angrily amplifying audacious lies,
they spread wide more tainted seeds
throughout the lush fertile garden.

Will the garden wither into wastelands
littered in reeking, rotting fruit and minds,
while the people perish
not understanding why?


(This poem was inspired by the not-nearly-so-dark Oct. 8, 2024 Frank & Earnest cartoon by Bob Thaves as well as the equally dark Garden of Eden story in Genesis 2 and darker-still political events. See also my poems “How Would Jesus Vote?” and “The 2023rd Psalm.”

Grandma's Picture

Upon first entering, there's a picture of a lion sitting, staring, and scrutinizing all who enter.
Next, your eyes are drawn to a beautiful picture of a white house backed
by trees and embroidered with a myriad of eye-catching flowers. As you
take a seat at the dinning table, a painting on the wall greets you with
power and solemnity. It's a lion's head, cheek to cheek with the head of
Christ crowned with thorns. Near the fire place, a much smaller and less
colorful picture hangs. It's a picture of my grandmother sitting in a
wheel chair with hospital tags still on her wrist. She smiles with no sign
of care as a great grandson leans over her shoulder. Next to the front door
hangs a picture of, not suggestions, but the 10 commandments.

If it were mandated that only one picture could remain, grandma's picture
wins hands down. You see, it was grandma who shielded and protected me;
who comforted and reassured me, loving me unconditionally. Yes, it's grandma.
My final answer.

Haiku Sonnet

Haiku Sonnet.

end of summer night
in dark coolness lunar night
shows up many stars
a summer night breeze
so calm cool no sound at all 
whisper of wind sound
red bright in the south 
calm shining nice glistening
lovely awesome star
eye-catching blue star
amazing shines beamy lights
in the west pure sky

Language of reality 
Last for so many light years.

Amazing Lillies Flowers

nice lillies flowers
eye-catching blooming neat calm
amazing so cute

Eye Catcher

It is what catches the eye, kindness of one being 
You don't see anger, hey I want to be that 
Eye catcher, one's personality adored 

We truly want to be all that is 
To be better person we portray 
Ourselves showing emotions of the heart 
Not hidden behind wall invisible 
Alone in anger your rage you carry 
Hurting, memory not wanting to forgive 

It's truly eye catcher, rescue of another soul 
Animal being saved, birth of a child 
It is love we know, kindness existence 
That we want to feel that kind of love 
We thrive to be, even ourselves we train 
As we practice getting up on right side bed 

Skies bring colors, some joyful to see 
Flowers blooms, an eye catching sight 
As a cloud rolls, water of sea churns 
Soul from the depths, what makes us? 

We don't look to anger to be but be better 
Eye catcher to perfecting oneself as a race 
Mankind, suppose cause we was made by man 
God of man, his spirit we walk in breath 
The beauty of grace everywhere we look 
That in ourselves we want to feel pleasures 
An eye catcher, a soul just being human

- Frozen Flowers -

The
cold
frost rose
Surprising,
grows on fresh sea ice
eye-catching ice-crystal structures
Imagine picking frost flowers in the Polar night
an adventurous place where it is possible to meet the white bear King Valemon

Song of The Rainbow Eucalyptus Tree No 8: ABBA

Or nearby country lanes and quaint front yards,
are the Eucalyptus Rainbow, streaked trees,
found in Southeast Asia island countries.
Two hundred twenty-foot tall tree safeguards,
its ninety-four-inch smooth orange-tint trunk,
growing in the lowlands and rainforest,
wood makes paper and cosmetics cherished.
It's pale green, red, grey, and puce, a slam dunk,
breathtaking wonderment countryside greats,
eye-catching kaleidoscopic spectrum,
arrangement stretched far away, no breadcrumb.
The advocate of nature illustrates,
through collective documents and accounts,
unthinkable odds descriptive recounts.

Legos Nursery Rhyme

Written: October 30, 2023, For Eve Roper Nursery Rhyme
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Where joyful colors and lively settings rule.
In which ideas run wild and originality extol
Children congregate, full of glee and cheer.
As Legos arrive, a joyful melody appears.

With little fingers and bright eyes.
The kids start on a quest full of fun surprises.
Build homes, spaceships, and buildings so tall.
Their dreams are to lift wings and hit above all.

Their dreams come to life, piece by piece.
Encasing fresh towers akin to a fleece.
They realize their aspirations using Legos.
As they build a home ideal for Geckos

Colorful and eye-catching plastic blocks,
New and historic kingdoms unlock
Tales for kids in their heads as they grow
As they build upward, they'll fall into a row.

Each brick is a jigsaw piece that fits exactly.
Drawing artwork for my kids distracts me.
The kids giggle and squeal, lost in their play.
Leaving memories that will forever stay.

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