Short Catch On Poems
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A playwright crafts plays... right?
let's coin the word "poemwright"
it's understandable, at first sight
it'll catch on (well, it might!) :-D
How groovy my little guests were,
They vanished like vapor, I swear;
It took time to catch on,
I saw them in the lawn
Crunching on Mildred's cadaver.
"Poppycock and hooey indeed,"
Said the man of the new machine ran by steam
"It shall never catch on,
Even after I'm gone."
Sobering words by the first train casualty.
Readership's down, lims ain't the thing
We're slow to catch on, we've lost that zing
Not complaining when I say
Had a good run on the way
But it seems like I'm no longer the limerick king
Best to believe nothing I say,
for everything is a lie
and nothing but the truth.
A poem is a wolf
that hunts
with the moon in its eyes.
Be fooled
until you catch on,
or until you catch that wolf.
God moves in straight circles
in rounded lineal
pointless points
at the sharp of blunts
we are slow to catch on
racing about
on oil and ice
a fat ass can be
a saving grace
God loves
Thank God
There’s a new music fad or fashion
A genre of Swedish/Australian fusion
They play Dancing Queen and Waterloo
On the wobble board and the didgeridoo
I don’t know if it will catch on at all
They call the music Abbariginal
Form:
There’s a new music fad or fashion
A genre of Swedish/Australian fusion
They play Dancing Queen and Waterloo
On the wobble board and the didgeridoo
I don’t know if it will catch on at all
They call the music Abbariginal
Form:
I failed to catch on plenty of fish
and did not match.com
e Harmony struck a bad chord
and zoosk was like a zoo
So I deciced to save some money
and joined thai dating for a change
and met a thai lady, who turned out to be a boy ! !!!
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I wake from slumber with your name on my lips
Wanting to call it out, but can't
Knowing he's in the other room
And if I talk about you too much he'll catch on
This hurt is too painful
I'm tired of hiding my feelings
Hiding who I really am
I am in love with you Jamie!!!
Two mighty alligators follow me from the bowels of the swamp
Talking in low voices, but I have dog ears so I catch on.
They are diving me up.
One wants my thighs.
The other is talking about my juicy breasts
Leaving me in no real suspense about what gender they probably are.
Oh, I’m contagious
And you catch on quick
With red eyes comes bad news
You’re not immune to this illness
This cancer craves your innermost considerations
And you’re losing your mind
The only cure is the cause itself
So, the date has been set
You catch on quick
And you hold on forever
Form:
AVOID the trap
For it will catch on fire
Meaningful tap
Like you’re a live wire
STRUMMING to the beat
Of a different one
You’re on fire complete
Like the rising sun
HOPE what you have is to succeed
Giving it all, all you need
Russell Sivey
Entrant into ^Rick Parise's "FIRE" contest
4/14/2012
Diputs.' Its a reality.)
Some keep casting it out..'
Hoping 'all' will catch on'
So far only 'the super woke'
Have owned it..they were told..
That its 'Stupid' not, to have it..!
I've been trying to get rid of it..)
For many years..Still !
One persons meat.'
And poisons..You know?
And other treats plus
A stupid trait.'
How I entreat.!
J-ust catch on to what's going on,
E-agerly learn and view;
N-ever turn a blind mind,
N-or ignore the events around
Y-ou.
C-atch on to what's going on,
A-im to know and see;
S-earch for the whole truth
T-o end the lies of enemy.
R-ise up from your sleep, gazing at the horizon;
O-n the fourth of September, just catch on to what's going on.
Can't pinpoint the feeling
Just wanna' settle down
I'm moved towards the meaning
But it faced me around
We tried not to run
For we'd slip on in
Now we're trying to break even
No one's bound to win
Give me advice
I don't have to understand
Indirect blatancy
Catch on to what I can
A reason much too bland
And meaning we can't understand...
Form:
please get back my love
I feel lonliness without you.
where are you?
please forgive my love
I can't catch on you
where are you?
please take up my love
I can't think anything without you
where are you?
please appear my love
I feel every place you
where are you?
please come back my love.
I really need you because
I really miss you & love you.
"Burning Bridges" was his first released song
Back in the fifties it didn't catch on
In the mid sixties a song he would bring
The movie "Paint Your Wagon " was where he'd sing
Then a duet with Merle Haggard incurred
"Bronco Billy", the flick where it was heard
Though singing was not his most powerful tool
As actor/director Clint Eastwood would rule!
WHY CELL PHONES DIDN’T CATCH ON IN ROME
Because if you dialed a number like 698 411 235 68
It was vi ix viii iv i i ii iii v vi viii
Or without spaces for text message economy
viixviiiiviiiiiiivviviii
Or what about 2233853651
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Who could remember this or even say it?
Small wonder the Roman Empire only lasted DCCXIII years
I find myself trapped by bodies that move with this continuous stride and feet that march with fashionable certainty. My feet falter sideways to make room as I’m forced to face the faces, forced to catch the eyes that catch on me. Changing direction at this point would only draw more attention. So I step through the exit, reducing in size and I reach for my entrance.
an interlude-
a junction
with
a
quandary
to fathom
in silence,
to linger
upon:
time burns
hours pass
one after
the other:
thoughts
meld and melt,
concepts
..catch on the wind
buoyed
upon my muse
to settle
...tranquil
here
for you
The nods pass from one balding head
to another, round the polished
oak table until it stops
with the head fringed with hair of white.
The collective pauses
while the somber man,
with heavy head,
rearranges the piles of paper.
Eyes catch on the grain
of the glowing wood.
His tired neck pulls his head
to meet the gaze of those others.
He clears his throat
to speak…
Two eight-year-old boys are angry
Smack-hitting each other.
Their faces are red.
There is a bit of crying.
Different than the two girls I know who are eight.
Animosity will last a few minutes
Not a life time.
Other boys catch on
Begin to take sides.
Stir it just a bit.
Different than the three nine-year-old girls.
The girls begin yelling “Fight! Fight!”
Big instigators
Our ceiling fan went up in smoke
But didn’t catch on fire.
It seemed okay before it broke;
The culprit was a wire.
It happened fast and we got scared;
My husband flipped the fuses.
I guess we’re never quite prepared
When we’re whom bad luck chooses.
The burning smell took hours to fade;
A new fan will replace it
With safer bulbs, yet I’m afraid
I might not quite embrace it.
Two eight-year-old boys are angry
Smack-hitting each other.
Their faces are red.
There is a bit of crying.
Different than the two girls I know who are eight.
Animosity will last a few minutes
Not a life time.
Other boys catch on
Begin to take sides.
Stir it just a bit.
Different than the three nine-year-old girls.
The girls begin yelling “Fight! Fight! Fight!
Big instigators, these girls....