Short Catch 22 Poems
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today and tomorrow
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year’s and year’s
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damned if you do damned if you don’t
catch 22
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As the morning choruses' alarm clock I tick the box
for waking up this Spring glory at four of the clock by
loudly laughing while reading comic glory 'Catch - 22'
The beginning
of the end
The end
of the beginning
To look
and not see
A desperate
path
To start
what can’t finish
Destroying
tomorrow
When eyes
remain closed
The future
— uncast
(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)
There is a Carol King.
Sung a beautiful tune.
Others too composed.
Listen to her song.
Spun by Gods truth.
Enriched so thru and thru.
So who is who?
Avoid "catch 22".
"Child Of Mine".
Kings are wonderful.
Birth to death.
End to beginning.
Dear God some more.
Form:
CATCH 22
A window pane shatters
Nobody makes a home run
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marooned -- unwhole as i am
a piece of me missing
adrift in its emptiness
throbbing in angst
furious at the impending silence
yet clinging to it like i never want it to lift
hovering in limbo -- life being too short
to be caught in this game of catch-22
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There's no Kingdom of Heaven
Without the battle of Armageddon,
There's no salvation
Without the Crucifixion,
There's no concept of good
Without the presence of evil,
There's no yearning for Heaven
Without the threat of Hell,
There's no God
Without the devil,
There's no life
Without death!
The smile of time is all I have to give,
exchanging and sharing
no matter where we live,
Day by day you grow stronger and thicker skin,
you brave it all
the strength from within
It’s not in my hands to rescue you,
Though I wish it could be,
Remember I’m the one who is trapped,
And you are the one who is free.
This catch 22 has to end
I hope you find peace,
to a dear friend
2000
so many walls built up around
him/her, that s/he cannot see
over the top any longer &
the hurt on his/her side is
growing & the walls so slick
with grease are impossible to
climb & the ground below begins
to drop, so much so that
a catch-22 arises where the legs
begin to lose grip & the hands
unable to keep grasp
force the whole of him/her to
lunge in a last desperate attempt
to hold onto
nothing,
before falling into the
deep
deep
abyss.
Well, there is a loophole right there.
And by golly gee there’s one here.
Easy to step into those cracks,
Losing balance and be all out of whack.
Step by step and baby ones at that,
Tiptoeing and being mighty slow.
But I bet you have all come to know,
A catch 22 has a knack.
Nothing is glued,
Too many corner stones,
How lewd!
Fragile are my bones.
Peeping through,
Seeing route 44’s for those catch 22’s.
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