Short Catapults Poems
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Strong waves cycle round and round
Soft waves circle mound and mound.
Azure breeze catapults waves
Sunlight falls, excites lightwaves.
From cult leader wafts a weird smell
What adult can conjure a spell
With words from occult
Which bring the result
That catapults Trump back to hell?
Laurel and Hardy
absurdity of moments
late Summer pratfalls
a tree catapults through roof
then there’s the repairs done thrice
8/21/2018
Laurel & Hardy — American cinema slapstick-comedy duo (1920’s to 1940’s)
Music hangs fine lyrical paint,
paint that will never be unseen.
Unseen after it fills your heart,
heart exploding in fast music.
Music catapults a mood swing,
swing until you can’t anymore.
Anymore cannot sway a beat,
beat delivered by loud music.
The willful solution of nature's passion
Catapults fury past sun-barched pride
As singular bodies receive awakening
Watery trenches press all debris
Nature resurges from infinite give-away
Making her case for elements unrestrained
Life blood plentifully arranged
Exultation of overwhelming triumph in hardships
Catapults a destiny that survives the gust winds
Seeing each day as an awesome opportunity
To take a proactive approach with challenges
Allowing the changes necessary to evolve
Silencing the inner voices of your racing mind
Yielding the reap that efforts bring to champions
The day catapults boulders into
the sky. Each gargantuan rock
makes a tiny hole in the
clouds like a caterpillar's
mangled tree leaf.
The sun will blind us eternally
and we will belong to the universe,
no longer the universe belonging to us.
The world will begin again,
the perpetual cycle of
our faults surfacing and
exposing our inability to progress.
Every day is a new adventure -
A new iota, a new gnosis -
Search not by the easy standard
But see through the eyes of genesis.
The more I learn, the more I love
What man before me has done.
It catapults my soul aloft;
I yearn for that higher plane.
Push back those old perimeters;
Notch in my brain a new wrinkle.
I forge pathways never traversed
And find my world bigger still.
the sun hums a cool tune in a sleeping room
magicians form in my mind a candle flies away
walking in a straight-line the robots pull me blindly
headlines burn riots catapults throughout history
the story smiles sinister stones on fire screaming
flags wear suits of rhetorical armor tanks wait
down in blood-brushed streets masks reveal
the promise of night brings wings marching
nowhere the eyes spin howling worlds free
In the light of the dark so shines good night;
Anguished inflamed so and in fright;
So close the grass is green in the park;
Frantically birds in flight;
Clouds systematically eating skies hues;
Spitting up the blues;
Genocide runs and hides;
Environmental circus collides;
Still as dark hides in the light;
Catapults heights;
Dim the lights;
Darkness
6/6/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
These feet and hands move with pride
While frozen minds reside in stations
The gurgle of romance catapults
Limp eyes fortunate to be blind
Setting tables, memories on the wing
Eclipsed lung of chain linked usury
Chance on the balcony flips greater pockets still
Silver rings on the oven to match electricity
Now the grid iron flashes through
Beating heat to patronize tongues
The alphabet of spacial sense
Time barricades these permanent exits
In the Silence of the morn
my picture window does a splendid scene adorn.
Reflections of red, yellow, and gold
the suns jewel like glory does unfold.
Admiring rays shine toward the west
with accepting gratitude the trees do not protest.
Rolling hills grab the early light, which allows
fall’s magnificence to rise and take flight.
Feeling rich, as the richest King
this wondrous display catapults my heart to sing.
Richard J. Long, October 2009
I am a star seeder…
Emotional healer of heart bleeders…
Value, unity and concentration I teach…
Assisting my dear ones with inner minds thought speech…
Observation, imagination and manifestation done from love’s truth…
Catapults one consciousness beyond feared sleuths…
Master emotion making reason based decisions…
Focusing will on your life’s grandest visions…
Knowing your self is meeting your savior…
Naturally we will display goodness behavior…
I am a star seeder…
A face is like a case
From place to place
A lot it can showcase.
When with anger you enlace
The face becomes a fireplace
Its fury away it’ll chase.
A face is a voice
It can wail or rejoice
What it talks is your choice.
A face is a staircase
It catapults to the airspace
Or drags to the base.
A plain face is an empty vase
On it nothing you’ll trace
Such is out of place.
Be full of grace
With bliss lace your face
Let all embrace your face.
Love catapults fledgling hearts
beyond infatuation.
For when passion's flame ignites:
hearts burn, in exultation.
The human psyche places
trust at the core of our souls.
And innocence quickly learns
to explore sexual roles.
Feelings of jubilation
replace fear as doubt departs.
And encouraged by desire;
Hope takes root in fertile hearts.
Fulfilling youth's fantasies,
love blossoms with every kiss.
And young lovers share a dream;
imbued with heavenly bliss.
Nights may lay all hopes to rest
But mornings shall grow up grace at its best.
Meanwhile, no one see to the fright of midnight
And vow not to sleep for its feeble fright.
Working may earn your survival;
Know this, strategy catapults life's revival.
Future's stillness may bury your thought,
Just remember to keep pushing for all you had fought.
We live here
To keep away tears...
If you are thinking of future in MAY,
Know this, your today owns favor to trade right your way.