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Catie Lindsey Poem
Even the walls have ears,
And gnarly gnashing of worn out teeth.
Waiting, just waiting with bated breath
For what will surely never come.
Whisper...
Just whisper.
Manic shadows struggling to move into the light,
Upon the walls of their own wrong judgments.
See how they run.
A bloody murder of crows
Swiftly fleeting , searching out the cracked plaster
That will land them in the now.
Now...I begin again.
Now I begin again.
Oops! Wrong thought.
NOW, I begin again.
Copyright © Catie Lindsey | Year Posted 2020
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Catie Lindsey Poem
While watching the stars way up high,
my thoughts drift to another time,
sleeping beneath a clear summer sky,
four sisters all in childhood's prime.
My thoughts drift to another time,
another place where innocence was bred,
four sisters all in childhood's prime,
talking and giggling as we climbed into bed.
Another place where innocence was bred,
when the night was dark and the stars shown bright,
talking and giggling as we climbed into bed,
counting the shooting stars in the sky at night.
When the night was dark and the stars shown bright,
after a long and exhausting day at play,
counting the shooting stars in the sky at night,
all our cares just up and flew away.
After a long and exhausting day at play,
sleeping beneath a clear summer sky,
all our cares just up and flew away,
while watching the stars way up high.
Copyright © Catie Lindsey | Year Posted 2022
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Catie Lindsey Poem
God loves YOU
a trillion, trillion times
more
than you have ever been loved.
No matter what you've done
or what you do,
God eternally LOVES YOU.
and that's how I love you too.
I don't know why.
"Forever my friend...
Forever my love...
Forever the man I'm thinking of..." (Ray LaMontagne)
Just don't expect me to
act, to be, how you want me to be.
I am still me.
Copyright © Catie Lindsey | Year Posted 2019
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Does he ever want to hold me?
somewhere in another dimension, perhaps,
yes, he wants to hold me.
Somewhere there is a version of him
that can't get enough of me,
in some distant, disappearing world.
But, really,
this is the disappearing world.
To which every knee shall bow
and come to know the elusive nectar
of motality.
One day, we shall all taste death.
Bitter -
or sweet.
One day
we shall all say goodbye.
Good bye, Giah,
I've learned to fly.
Copyright © Catie Lindsey | Year Posted 2019
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Catie Lindsey Poem
Oh, Sweetheart, don't leave without me.
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Catie Lindsey Poem
Listen to your heart
That is where God speaks to man.
Find your deepest desires
and walk that path
for a life without regret.
No one should ever tell you
what is right or wrong
For You,
you will know it in your heart.
Just listen..
Copyright © Catie Lindsey | Year Posted 2019
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Catie Lindsey Poem
(My poem is done in Mixed Rhyme which is a form created right here on PoetrySoup by our fellow poet, Ernesto Santiago.)
Things will get worse!
Year after year, of course.
Spend some time planning survival,
don't be blind, don't live in denial.
This message is for the Milliennials,
the one's who were left behind,
the ones who lost parents and grandparents,
but you have survived, it's just not your time.
You bore the weight of the world,
carried the existence of mankind,
raised children you did not bare,
taught them to be loving and kind.
Teach them also to be smart!
Please, learn from our mistakes,
cherish and respect the Earth.
There is so much in nature
that strikes back at destruction.
Mankind aware, or unaware.
Viruses mutate. It's not a fantastical thought.
The Bird Flu, the Swine Flu, SARS and MERS,
and yes, death is what they brought.
Same virus, growing stronger year after year,
mutating over and over, now COVID-19 is here.
It's half life is more than three hours
when expelled in aerosol form,
not the larger droplets, which are here today, deadly,
but tomorrow may be gone.
Next year it may return airborne.
Please, listen to our sorrow,
if you want to call it that.
One after another the virus takes us,
yet we are grateful for your tomorrows.
We have had many years to prepare,
on our journey back to God.
Knowing your lives will be spared
is the only consolation this virus brought.
It's hard for hearts to heal after such massive loss,
and getting through the grief can be rough,
but we left without complaint because we love you,
let that be enough...
to heal your broken hearts.
Copyright © Catie Lindsey | Year Posted 2020
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Catie Lindsey Poem
I screamed Injustice
I screamed absurdities -
life goes on
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Catie Lindsey Poem
I Used To Be A Poet Series, #2
written in 2006,
Published in my first book, Afternoon Tea.
Freeverse
Everything
I am Creamy Chocolate
I am Milky White,
I am Yellow, Red,
all colors in between,
at dusk I am the Night.
I am Apples, Oranges,
Peaches, Pears,
Sweet and Sour to the taste,
I am Everything
you want me to be,
come on, it's getting late.
I am Angelic,
I am Tempting,
and in temptation, Sublime.
Untouched for eons,
spanning all barriers of time.
Come along with me,
this night shall last forever,
I am everything you want me to be,
I am Forever and Ever.
Copyright © Catie Lindsey | Year Posted 2019
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Catie Lindsey Poem
I never have enough apples.
Apple pie, which I will only eat
alamode.
Apples, to keep the dentist at bay;
apples, to keep a nagging teacher away.
Apples, cored and filled with peanut butter
and raisins,
finds balance somewhere between a raindrop
and the symmetry of snowflakes,
where balance cannot be found.
Like old age and youth
the man in the mirror always wins.
No matter how long it takes
to see him, he's always there.
Old ladies lose muscular tone
and daily search to balance sag and arrest,
another dirty smudge where balance
cannot be found.
I take pride in the old woman's knobby fingers,
I 've earned every lump you see.
It brings me joy to look at them...
I have my grandmother's hands..
and that balances everything.
Copyright © Catie Lindsey | Year Posted 2019
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