Long Catches Poems
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As the darkness unfolds to the soulless man
God revokes the devils cord because he can
On the golden shore he walks to and fro in the sand
Gods plan is to help us grow not to be bland
He helps me stand so tall
He is the only one to catch me if I fall
My God is the only one I can call because he caught me
While the sea is salty God is not faulty
Our Lord is real he caught me in the blink of a grey sky
His tears fall from my mothers eye
He catches me when I tell a lie
He is not the type to say good bye
He is the type to make a man live and never sigh
He is the type to my make my poetry flow and fly
'hello
nice to see you again
you are still as beautiful as ever
i see the ring still
i just wanted to say hey
enjoy your time with your family
good seeing you'
i stare at her behind as she slowly walks away
she catches me staring and smiles
i smile back and depart from the gas station
when the past is through, it's definitely through
sometimes one chance is all that you will get the get it right
when it doesn't work, then it just doesn't work
you have to let things that are now.....be what they are now
as i open the door to get into my suv,
i feel a tap on my shoulder
she looks at me with tears in her eyes and gives me a hug
wishes and what was lost are all reciprocated by the both of us
without a word said, she turns around and rushes back to her car
i shake my head and smile at the fact that she still wears the same perfume that i introduced her to
i still have the 'Lefty' pen that she gave me sitting on my writing table
i guess those are our aids of thought
i leave the gas station smiling
. . . .and all of a sudden, the burden of responsibility weighs heavy on my shoulders. as commander of war, my fingers shake as thoughts run wildly through my head: thoughts of gaps in formations of navy ships overlap with estimates of how many i can keep from passing away in tragedy. i run my fingers through my hair. . . .and all of a sudden, her estranged mom is passing away in tragedy. and i know that her inner child is trembling. the hardest part is knowing she feels small, alone. from thirteen hundred miles away, i cannot be there to hold her when things get tough for the small one inside her, whose one desire is to be loved by those whose only job it was to demonstrate the beauty of a safe connection. . . .and all of a sudden, he loves me back. i feel it. my head rests in his lap; i feel his fingers run through my hair from thirteen hundred miles away, and i finally feel safe. i look up at him, and my breath catches at his beauty. you are so beautiful, i tell him. he smiles, chuckles to himself: even in a fever dream, you can’t resist telling me that i am beautiful. i can hear something like awe in his voice. . . .and all of a sudden, i am utterly alone, gasping in pain. i find myself praying that i am not passing away in tragedy, that my body returns to a homeostasis that keeps me from feeling like this all of the time. head pounding picks up pace. fingers shift from hair to burning forehead. i pray for a burden of responsibility that weighs heavy on my shoulders: i pray to remain on this earth for a few more years, until i am able to hug my mom, until i am able to pass away from this life without too much guilt.
Be still and absorb the sound
of serene tranquility.
A silence so loud, it's never heard on the glisten of the sea, or the spectrum of the rainbow, so quiet that light escapes to travel just to hear its colors.
The magnificent wind drifts. Sometimes forever until it catches itself, flowing through the weeps of a Willow only to hear the chaotic whispers harmoniusly falling one by one on the wings of doves.
The visions of this Cathedral silence enlightens the sweetest of mutes. Colorful and silent. They see in awe the beauty of serenity.
So quiet that an orchestra builds in numbers.
Carefully draped across a the waves of a faint breeze a sparkle of silk leads to a design only an artist could weave.
Very delicate. And a wonderous sight to behold this magnificent gallery was designed in the silence of the night.
Where landscapes come alive and the painter of light finds true inspiration. And whilst the world closes and lovers , love in silent
The writer and poet, that sits on high, can smile in silence.
Oblivion, how quickly it catches up with us
Like the shadow of a giant bird
that doesn't even notice us
in its slow flight at low altitude.
Tide of the past arose suddenly
The next second life changes forever
Moving silently towards the light
Favorite things fade into oblivion
The beloved's face blurs, her warm lips become cool
And the salty wind carries away
our desperate attempts to make this world a little better.
A butterfly flutters on the window pane
In its blind will to freedom
And then creeps up to the end of that will
Everything becomes the same
The differences don't matter anymore.
I miss you now, miss the scent of your perfume smeared all over my body, just after hugging you tight, feeling our heart signals jamming frequencies around us, miss the melting moisture your hands catches whenever I caress you fingers, I miss the slowly dying feeling of my spine when you sooths your silky soft fingers on my back, miss you now,
I miss the raging flames running in my body streams, whenever you lay your seductive libs on my neck, I mean, the drying marros in my bones, the flashing blank spots in my brain, miss the velocity of my pulse, racing so fast, distributing shivers all over my body, miss you now,
I miss the sound of your voice, as you whisper indistinct words of love in my left ear, I mean, the vibrations in your tone, as they forge their ways into my eardrums, I could sense my body ports, shutting one after the other, miss the pure reflection of me whenever you open your eyes, trapped inside those beautiful eyes, miss the warmth in your laughter, whenever I crack jokes with you, MISS YOU
Sad Sammy starfish, all alone on the beach
Wishes to find a soulmate, but no one is in reach
He looks around, raises his hands into the air
Is there a lonely starfish somewhere out there
Suddenly Sammy espies upon a rock
A stunning pink starfish wearing a frock
She's very beautiful of that he's aware
Has he found that special someone out there
He sidles over to her and soon catches her eye
Will she be his playmate; he looks up to the sky
Sammy wants hold her hand and ask her for a date
But which hand would he hold for this starfish has eight!
They head off for a walk together along the golden sand
Strolling along the beach hand in hand in hand in hand
Submitted to Story Poem Contest by Carol Eastman
26th April 2015
Standing outside, I could sense it coming
like before. The air thick, still, birds
stopped singing. The sky, a jaundiced
yellow, a sickly color about to run its
course. Always wondering "will this be the
funnel cloud that takes everything away?"
Frantically, I've tried to fill a tiny bucket list
I made just for her:
Picnics to remember
Special photos framed
Comfort meals from her past
Sounds of her great grandchildren
squeeling at their birthday parties
I love you's more frequent than before
The last storm, the third we've faced,
had outcomes we were familiar with-
Tree limbs down
Electric lines dangling
Power out
But we were lucky, neighbors helped with
clean-up, power was restored, we could
get around, just a little slower.
Now I feel it coming again, that same
sickly yellow. I busy myself with
household distractions-
Move the pictures on the wall
Write this poem
Shuffle my mementos
Something catches my ear-
A few heavy raindrops
Begin
To
Fall
Moms
had
another
stroke
02/09/14
© All Rights Reserved
Lay down your head and I will tell you about a cat,
all furry white with orange eyes, oh, he is so fat !
He has a friend called Rex with fur lovely and wavy,
he looks different for sure with whiskers all curly !
They have a friend called Tabby with cream fur like silk,
her fur has dark brown places and she loves to drink milk !
Then, there is Manx, who lost his tail and now hops,
he is very smart and the other cats think he is tops !
Calico, white with brown, black and orange patches,
loves her kittens and brings home mouse catches !
Blue comes from England and looks like a stuffed toy,
he has green eyes and is a very smart, quiet boy !
Then, there is Willy and Milly of questionable breed,
came on the Mayflower and multiplied with speed !
Now, this gang of cats live together in a huge house,
and when all are asleep they go looking for a mouse !
During the day they are beautiful and loving pets,
so sweet and purring but at night they have assets !
Like seeing in the dark and a nose for night sneaking,
if you wake up at night you may hear them shrieking;
do not be afraid for this is the cat way of loudly speaking !
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March 12, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/A Cat Nursery Rhyme
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1335-883-12
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Nursery Rhyme 2
sponsor, Eve Roper, Judged, 03/19/2021
Second Place
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The mind is a moth
trapped between window and lamp~
beating its wings against the glass
but never quite reaching the light.
Some days, it’s a candle
snuffed by the slightest breath,
only to flare again
when no one is watching.
Other times, it’s a projector
spooling broken film~
faces without names,
names without faces,
scenes that dissolve.
And in the dark,
when the body is still,
it becomes a switchboard
of crossed wires~
static hissing,
connections missed,
a voice on the line
that never quite says
what you thought it would.
But sometimes, just sometimes~
it is the spark
that catches the tinder,
the thought that burns
clean through the night.