#catch22 - Hello Poetry

Clear, oh sky clear, I say Let it rain she said But the roof still leaks I say All I've got is an umbrella How is that helpful? So we need the rain but I want it not Mend the roof then you'll say Mending it is not the problem but the height

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Aug 19, 2022

Aug 19, 2022 at 12:44 PM UTC

WiseAfun

I need, I want it not!

Clear, oh sky clear, I say Let it rain she said But the roof still leaks I say All I've got is an umbrella How is that helpful? So we need the rain but I want it not Mend the roof then you'll say Mending it is not the problem but the height

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the substance of past runs down through my scars slicing with regrets, grief and loss; bleeding with memories hooked on distant stars, beautiful but faraway, meant to burn, and over time, get lost. IA

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Aug 13, 2020

Aug 13, 2020 at 4:11 PM UTC

sincerelyileana

catch-twenty two.

the substance of past runs down through my scars slicing with regrets, grief and loss; bleeding with memories hooked on distant stars, beautiful but faraway, meant to burn, and over time, get lost. IA

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Here’s a catch-twenty-two You’re ****** up when you’re ****** up ****** up when you’re not

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Jun 19, 2020

Jun 19, 2020 at 3:51 PM UTC

Dvali_T

Haiku-22

Here’s a catch-twenty-two You’re ****** up when you’re ****** up ****** up when you’re not

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it seems to me those with the biggest hearts experience the biggest heart break. constant disappointment followed by devastation correct me if i'm wrong. but, i know i'm not. it's ironic really. the ones who give their love always hurt in the end. a cycle never ending- no escaping- never time- to catch a real break

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Dec 17, 2019

Dec 17, 2019 at 12:03 PM UTC

Surviving_millenial

CATCH 22

it seems to me those with the biggest hearts experience the biggest heart break. constant disappointment followed by devastation correct me if i'm wrong. but, i know i'm not. it's ironic really. the ones who give their love always hurt in the end. a cycle never ending- no escaping- never time- to catch a real break

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It's that time of the year again Our politicians put on a new persona Nothing new compared to the previous gimmick Decade old cliched stuff, on the repeat. A costly road ahead with a hefty expense Back-channels, bargains and deals , none can comprehend Funding is secured, the plans are now been drawn Delegation to the foot-soldiers, with ease and control The demography and previous trends have all been accounted War-rooms being set up, as the arsenal needs to be surmounted. Minute by minute, hour by hour The ***** games and abuse of power Horse trading has begun, The influential will re-run Money, honey or even the hard ways Just break the loyalty and build pathways Media Cells activated on the double Spitting venom and creating trouble Plethora of photoshops and planted stories Peddling narratives, worst than conspiracy theories. Meanwhile on the ground, a different game being played The pawns as usual disillusioned and dismayed Onslaught begins - First phase division Divide by nationality, status or religion Hate-mongering and fear-mongering No holds barred Political-correctness and propaganda not that far apart All kind of theatrics have been put to use Needless to discount the petty rhetoric and all the abuse Both left and right wing ideologies hand-crafted to look cool To trap the gullible and make them drool And nationalistic pride sprayed like chem-trails Beyond jingoism, everything else fails Morality and conscience have vanished into thin air Utopian lands being promised, as if almost here. The voter's are intelligent, they keep reiterating It's just a bait though, to lure them for voting But then again, what is the voter supposed to do? Greater evil or lesser evil are the choices to make Can it get any worst, is his obvious take Confusion, delusion and a hasty decision made Now crib, cry, swear and the same blame game Cometh the next election, its the same game play The vicious cycle repeats Politicians are back to deceive and cheat. Alright! Been there, done that To err is human they say Well! Guess what? I'll willfully repeat that!

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Sep 21, 2019

Sep 21, 2019 at 10:48 AM UTC

ShadyAJ

It's Election Time

It's that time of the year again Our politicians put on a new persona Nothing new compared to the previous gimmick Decade old cliched stuff, on the repeat. A costly road ahead with a hefty expense Back-channels, bargains and deals , none can comprehend Funding is secured, the plans are now been drawn Delegation to the foot-soldiers, with ease and control The demography and previous trends have all been accounted War-rooms being set up, as the arsenal needs to be surmounted. Minute by minute, hour by hour The ***** games and abuse of power Horse trading has begun, The influential will re-run Money, honey or even the hard ways Just break the loyalty and build pathways Media Cells activated on the double Spitting venom and creating trouble Plethora of photoshops and planted stories Peddling narratives, worst than conspiracy theories. Meanwhile on the ground, a different game being played The pawns as usual disillusioned and dismayed Onslaught begins - First phase division Divide by nationality, status or religion Hate-mongering and fear-mongering No holds barred Political-correctness and propaganda not that far apart All kind of theatrics have been put to use Needless to discount the petty rhetoric and all the abuse Both left and right wing ideologies hand-crafted to look cool To trap the gullible and make them drool And nationalistic pride sprayed like chem-trails Beyond jingoism, everything else fails Morality and conscience have vanished into thin air Utopian lands being promised, as if almost here. The voter's are intelligent, they keep reiterating It's just a bait though, to lure them for voting But then again, what is the voter supposed to do? Greater evil or lesser evil are the choices to make Can it get any worst, is his obvious take Confusion, delusion and a hasty decision made Now crib, cry, swear and the same blame game Cometh the next election, its the same game play The vicious cycle repeats Politicians are back to deceive and cheat. Alright! Been there, done that To err is human they say Well! Guess what? I'll willfully repeat that!

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Curiosity killed the cat, at least that’s so they tell me, but alas! the 22 to your catch— he must die to meet his cell-mate

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Apr 5, 2019

Apr 5, 2019 at 10:10 AM UTC

Rachdunn

Fate Of The Cat

Curiosity killed the cat, at least that’s so they tell me, but alas! the 22 to your catch— he must die to meet his cell-mate

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Because his kisses sent chills all over my body…& were like gifts from God himself, the most elevated ive ever felt. and yet skin to skin we commit these beautiful sins. Its true…my favorite catch 22.

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Sep 1, 2014

Sep 1, 2014 at 2:43 PM UTC

ari-b

4:36 am thinkin about him.

Because his kisses sent chills all over my body…& were like gifts from God himself, the most elevated ive ever felt. and yet skin to skin we commit these beautiful sins. Its true…my favorite catch 22.

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Darkness calls on us like the Siren's Song, with the optimism of Candide, we charge on because we know "things are exactly how they should be," But we're ignoring the fact that we cannot see! We cannot be free! No wonder Yossarian went so **** crazy, trapped with no way out... Like the old woman protecting her individuality in her burning house. In this day and age, Individuality burns out faster than paper in flames. As fragile as Hamlet's mental state, **** it's gone. We're left as scared and self-conscious as J. Alfred Prufrock. Questioning ourselves, We don't dare disturb the universe. Forced back by scrutinizing hands through the shrunken entrances of our comfort zones, Left torn and scarred because they don't accept who we are. I walk the halls with Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, Watch identity evaporate without concern. Ignorant voices, the poison dripping into my ears. I walk the halls a ghost. They think I'm weird, Maybe a few screws loose, but I'll tell you what... "Crazy" Orr is the one who escaped Catch-22. Though I fear there is not an Odysseus within all of us, I fear we are not prepared. For when Darkness calls on us like the Siren's Song, temptation is seldom overcome. 6/13/14

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Aug 26, 2014

Aug 26, 2014 at 4:55 PM UTC

guatuaonnaru

Our Siren Song

Darkness calls on us like the Siren's Song, with the optimism of Candide, we charge on because we know "things are exactly how they should be," But we're ignoring the fact that we cannot see! We cannot be free! No wonder Yossarian went so **** crazy, trapped with no way out... Like the old woman protecting her individuality in her burning house. In this day and age, Individuality burns out faster than paper in flames. As fragile as Hamlet's mental state, **** it's gone. We're left as scared and self-conscious as J. Alfred Prufrock. Questioning ourselves, We don't dare disturb the universe. Forced back by scrutinizing hands through the shrunken entrances of our comfort zones, Left torn and scarred because they don't accept who we are. I walk the halls with Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, Watch identity evaporate without concern. Ignorant voices, the poison dripping into my ears. I walk the halls a ghost. They think I'm weird, Maybe a few screws loose, but I'll tell you what... "Crazy" Orr is the one who escaped Catch-22. Though I fear there is not an Odysseus within all of us, I fear we are not prepared. For when Darkness calls on us like the Siren's Song, temptation is seldom overcome. 6/13/14

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