"catchphrase" poems
Unconditional love
Amazing journey above
Truth or Lie?
Or just one more catchphrase?
.
Freedom or the Cage
Freedom in a cage
Hard decision
We have to make
.
Complexity and fluidity
Loving without condition
Behavior versus a feeling
No more restriction
.
Non-attachments
No chains or anchors.
Spread your wings
Start to fly above
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 12:49 PM UTC
Curtains up
NOW OWN
~IT~
AS IF
you're the King
of the whole
**** stage
when
you're
really
just another
player
acting out
for those
cheap seats
you survey
Where else
****
HERE*
would
THEY
get to see
such a
[defamation]
-free play?"
(laughing)
**"Best you
throw some sweets**.
Indulge them
...**I'd say!
...I'd say!"**
The Evil Queen
smirks
&
a knife glints in her hand
Is
she
creeping
up
Behind You?
(or... does she need a real man?)
Ahhhh!!
you see...
she's
exhausted
A-LADD-IN
& she knows
where to find you..
(evil laughter)
Ohhhh!
It's
just as well
you're in costume
*...now remember
your lines*
"Don't props (& illusions) make a jolly good night!"
and baby, WOW!
you look
Oh! Soooo cute
in those tights!
and with a sweep of the stage, the smirking Queen exits > right
This stage
is all yours now
So Buttons... take a bow
(us Brits love an underdog in a fight)
... Make your bow deep
~with a flourish of resplendence~
that captures their hearts
try more than That wiggle
-and a lot more-
than one dance!
To do it well...
get a catchphrase
(which we'll ALL lurvey darlink from the start)
Believe me,
is good
Always
is
another...
try
the one
you've used in
rehearsals with the
Stepsisters
- all dragged up-
looking
L
O
V U
E G
L L
Y (like their mother)
cough
**** it..
Everyone chokes
on the dry ice that swirls!
The audience ponders....
WHO's the boys ?
THAT's... a... girl ?!
&
in
the
low
glow
they'll see
Cinders singing
of loves' sweet melody,
those s l o w shoe shuffles
softly sliding across their
t
r
a
p
door hearts
Laughing & crying along through
each emotion of the tattered
sweet princess, who
simply hasn't had
a Prince in her...
winks
sights
(YET!)
then
**Act II ends
with
a Flash!
&
a Bang!**
They all lived
ever after...
Cinders' happy?
THE END
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 5:20 AM UTC
he awaits the brittle thought
its naked vocal is neat and clean
it comes to him from the open window
overlooking Cinderella's shop of horrors
her glass slipper now
serves as a wine glass to the gluttony
of the desperately affectionate old men
who would melt at the thought of even her smile
the brittle thought arrives
and he unpacks its pieces parts
and assembles himself in their divine image
now a brittle man
he wears his fractured frailty with
a dignified pride
take one for the team his new catchphrase
the pieces parts swallowed wholesale
become the recycled food for thought
in the hipster gypsy's coffeehouse
the brittle thought
is more than a concept
its a grassroots movement
to be one of the pieces parts
left in the wake of the slowly sinking titanic of sanity
the brittle thought is there
is more than a con artist pulling
off his masterpiece
its a game show host doing a miami vacation
its a dollar store version in a Ritz Carlton lifestyle
Cinderella's shop of horrors
is just his kind of place
filled with the recycled gods and devils
that made the old world such a colourful
place to live
Cinderella is giving away all expense paid
trips for one to be lunch
the privilege of being fed to lions
is not to be missed
the brittle thought finally breaks
he walks home in the rain
grateful to eat lunch not be it
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 1:21 PM UTC
I want to find a Boo-Boo
for my Smokey Bear
So now that you’re aware
of this just stop your
staring at me
Please hear my plea
Next time you
talk to Yogi
ask him ‘bout a
Boo-Boo Bear for
Smokey
The forest fires burn
burn, burn, burn, burn
Keep tryin’ to contain them
but those whack-a-moles
yearn to be free
Please listen to me
Next time you
talk to Yogi
ask him ‘bout a
Boo-Boo Bear for
Smokey
Smokey needs a
Boo-Boo Bear so
when he retires
he’ll take over his work
preventing forest fires
Can’t you see?
Please hear my plea
Next time you
talk to Yogi
ask him ‘bout a
Boo-Boo Bear for
Smokey
Mark Toney © 2021
“Created in 1944, the Smokey Bear Wildfire Prevention campaign is the longest-running public service advertising campaign in U.S. history, educating generations of Americans about their role in preventing wildfires … Though he has already accomplished so much, Smokey’s work is far from over. Wildfire prevention remains crucial, and he still needs your help. His catchphrase reflects your responsibility: Only you can prevent wildfires. Remember that this phrase is so much more than just a slogan: it’s an important way to care for the world around you.”—smokeybear.com
“Boo-Boo Bear is a Hanna-Barbera cartoon character on The Yogi Bear Show. Boo-Boo is an anthropomorphic bear cub who wears a blue or purple bowtie. Boo-Boo is Yogi Bear's constant companion, and often acts as his conscience.”—Wikipedia | Boo-Boo Bear
Nov 20, 2021
Nov 20, 2021 at 11:50 PM UTC
It's like when you have the stomach flu,
and the first thing you toss up is your favorite,
homemade, blueberry muffins. How after that,
even though you've eaten them for 19 years,
just the thought of violet-speckled, baked goods
makes you want to hunch over the nearest toilet.
I don't remember when I stopped being able
to stomach irony.
All I know is I spend every morning gargling
minty antiseptics, trying to rid my mouth from
the aftertaste of dreams, but still its ghost lingers
in the back of my throat. I try to wash it down with the
taste of his **** and the smell of his cologne. Thinking,
I guess, that one day I'll be able to love him like he deserves.
As opposed to wondering what happened between us.
Your catchphrase was," There's nothing to say."
It wasn't until now that I understood. I wanted so
badly to find the right words. Wanted so bad to mend
what was irreparably broken. But you knew that every
time you opened your mouth, you were in danger
of coughing out your heart. Of spewing out a ******
mess of feelings that I didn't yet understand.
Now, as you come to me with olive branches, all I can
do is choke on my own aorta. So understand when I sound
like your broken record, that I'm just trying to hold it together.
Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 2:06 AM UTC
He wasn’t a boy,
He was forty years old
But they called him boy;
A habit born of old
Bigotries and behaviors
Difficult to defend
But that doesn’t mean
They came to an end
The shoeshine boy
Mostly shined the shoes
And if anyone listened, he had
Good advice they could use.
But most read their papers
On the busy city street
And paid no attention
To the wisdom by their feet.
The people read the news
And ******* about things
And gave their confusion
Talkative wings.
One day a guy asked
Why do people do
The horrendously crazy
Things they seem to do?
The shoeshine boy looked up
And gave the man a smile
And said a pithy sentence
After a decent while.
He said it often,
Sometimes audibly,
“Most people die
Of plain stupidity.”
The fellow thought this wise
And shared it with his friends
And that’s how a catchphrase
Or idea ultimately begins.
It’s something that is simple
But makes a lot of sense
For those looking for answers
If they are not too dense.
Sometimes it’s the only answer
That seems to apply at all
When madness is afoot
And morality seems to fall;
When people waste money
On toys instead of their kids.
That is often how they take
A ride down to the skids.
If only they heeded the things
The shoeshine boy said,
They might have grown wiser
Fewer rocks inside their heads.
But instead they sided with
Maddening mediocrity
Never realizing most folks
Die of plain stupidity.
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC
I’m not quite right today.
I’ve a thoroughly gasted flabber.
The milk of human kindness
Seems to have begun to clabber.
I got plussed but now it’s minus,
I’m so chalant I am nearly flat.
I am almost as spaced out
As a modern day Schrodinger’s cat.
Catch my phrase, please
If you think you can.
I am what became of
The Muffin Man.
The son of no mother
Who never had a dad.
I’m the reason that
The March Hare went mad.
I was once a pillar of immunity
But lately I am wagging a scally.
But somewhere along the line
I became a cat in some alley.
I‘m at five sixes and sevens
I lost the war and the battle.
My creek is totally full of ****
Here I am without a paddle.
Catch my phrase, please
If you think you can.
I am what became of
The Muffin Man.
The son of no mother
Who never had a dad.
I’m the reason that
The March Hare went mad.
My last leg hurts a lot, and
My pooch is rather *******
I’d say I am a bit ******
But then, that would be lewd.
I’m a scant one barrel short
Of being a real son of a gun.
My **** has started whiffing
And is no longer much fun.
Catch my phrase, please
If you think you can.
I am what became of
The Muffin Man.
The son of no mother
Who never had a dad.
I’m the reason that
The March Hare went mad.
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 11:08 PM UTC
I want a dog who is a big fat coward like me
And barks only behind thick glass television screens
Face to face his tail is between his legs
And he looks away from dogs half his size
He hides under the bed during storms
And licks robbers on the knees
He is a companion that knows what it is to fear
To envy the bravado of the brawny action star
When your only catchphrase is trembling
My dog bounds into the foggy recesses I forgot exist
No longer in sight
I hear him bark and claw at the echoes within
Oct 23, 2011
Oct 23, 2011 at 10:38 PM UTC
He wakes in the morning
More tired than when he went to bed
He makes his coffee with too much milk
The TV news is pretty much the same as yesterday
Just the faces and names may change
The rain pours outside his window
Washing the colour from the day
And he is reminded of a phrase he heard
So often in the mills
A catchphrase of despair
"If this is living, roll on death"
By Phil Roberts
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 6:41 AM UTC
I’ve not been feeling too clever
I’m under the weather
head in the clouds
for crying out loud
a catchphrase of cliches
this purple haze
was man-made
not in China
from a ******
I tried to squeeze
into my genes
I guess my but
is too big
can you ever forgive?
- this interruption
the language corruption
just trying to do my best
been studying for life’s test
my final exam
gone ham
and turkey
I like to do it *****
feel the soil between my toes
plant my feet and watch me grow
I am a giant
of egoic proportions
my stoic abortions
killing ideas before they’re born
feel free to yawn
go take a break
I will be right back
for goodness sake
you need a nap
your poetry has become absurd
we used to hang on your every word
now this sloth has found a new tree
yet still, it’s a sin for me to sleep
maybe I should try gluttony
and see what else I can add to this cacophony
am I even still making sense?
- or do I need to be benched
I’ve taken more shots at goal
then I care to remember
still keep missing the hole
despite having a mentor
I meant her
she was my teacher
she taught me time waits for no man
yet here I am
still head in the clouds
she wouldn’t be proud
but then I’m not too clever
I’m just under the weather.
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 7:26 PM UTC
you know me; everyone knows me
i am the
social,
friendly,
well-known girl.
i am friends with everyone,
i compliment every girl i see,
i smile at everyone i make eye contact with.
i am always
smiling,
laughing,
talking,
dancing.
i live to make others laugh
i worry for everyone else's safety before i think about mine
i am in every friend group
i know every person in the halls
i deflect and laugh when people ask about me
i am always the first to reach out
i smile when i am angry
i laugh when i am sad
i am the ******* sun when i am happy
but i am also the girl who cries because she doesn't have any real friends
i starve and enjoy feeling hungry
i binge and stick my fingers down my throat
i stare in the mirror for too long and try everything to fix myself
i look at every girl in the lunch line and take note of:
what i should and shouldn't have
what i need to change and keep
i brush my hair obsessively
i look in every single reflection
i go to sleep late and wake up the same way
i smile when it is the last thing i want to do
i laugh even though i am revolted by the sound
i drink water like it is the new Coke
i chew gum until the flavor is long gone
i obsess over anything i can because i live off of distractions
******* in my stomach is muscle memory and
"i'm great, how are you?"
is my catchphrase
do you really know me?
Nov 29, 2024
Nov 29, 2024 at 1:49 AM UTC
Ross, chandler and joey are in central perk, when a girl walks in, they are all sitting on the orange sofa when they notice her. joey attempts the 'How you doin' catchphrase but sadly it doesnt work. The girl walk over to get a coffee
and starts chatting to Gunther, the sliightly nervous bartender who is in love with Rachel Greene who has an on/off relationshup with Ross. Gunther starts to chat to the pretty woman. meanwhile the guys on the sofa start wondering why gunther suddenly is chatting women up when he couldnt talk to anyone in 10 years
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 8:02 AM UTC
48 hours ago
you were a question.
Now you're a definite statement—
a mantra, even, or a catchphrase.
48 hours ago
you were a "hey, what's up?"
Now you're a quick, necessary hello
and an unsaid
"I missed talking to you."
48 hours ago
you were what people told me you were.
Now you're everything
I know you to be.
(But even more so,
now you're everything
I want to learn about you.)
48 hours ago
you were a face.
Now you're a smile
that could melt Antarctica
and eyes that have looked at me
with feelings I was starting to think
nobody would ever have for me.
48 hours ago
you were somebody I kind-of knew.
Now you're the person
that makes it easier to breathe,
yet at the same time
can take my breath away.
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 11:17 AM UTC
Jim Nabors always said "Shazam", that was his catchphrase.
Because of his contribution to television, he deserves praise.
It was hard for him to watch the opening credits of Gomer Pyle because many of those Marines died in Vietnam.
We always know that he's on Gomer Pyle or the Andy Griffith Show when we hear him say "Shazam".
We also remember him yelling "Citizen's Arrest".
All of his fans are sad and they're also depressed.
He also starred in some movies, two of which were Cannonball Run 2 and Stroker Ace.
His friends, fans and family have to say goodbye, his death is hard for them to face.
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 8:19 AM UTC
**** Tuesday now! Weekend NO!
Common catchphrase deplete my atmosphere like a swooning sphere BLUE!
About to throw up nonsense!
Don't care how loud this music IS
Must SCREAM talk of beanstalk! ALL CORRECT!
I'll talk like you!
FML LOL *****
(burn)
SHUT THE **** UP
Oh, and I is typically capitalized when used in the way you're going for!
In fact, I can't think of when it's not capitalized when being used in the STUPID way you use it
GET IT RIGHT! I KNOW I SURE DON'T
(but seriously, I'm pretty sure, however informal your intent, it's capitalized.)
PEELING SKIN FROM OUR BONES
AAAHHHHH!!!!
I am inconsequential, you see
I don't matter, you can't see
I'm not here, quite all the way.
Get's me angry, get's me hot, get's me hard, give's me rot
Nothing but writing...
Isolate self
PUSH EM' AWAY
I'm so wrong
It's so bad
I'm incorrect
It's so sad
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 9:18 PM UTC
He wakes in the morning
More tired than when he went to bed
He makes his coffee with too much milk
The TV news is pretty much the same as yesterday
Just the faces and names may change
The rain pours outside his window
Washing the colour from the day
And he is reminded of a phrase he heard
So often in the mills
A catchphrase of despair
"If this is living, roll on death"
Just another death wish day
By Phil Roberts
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 6:41 PM UTC
Watch this weathered being,
lean, hiding toughness beneath
a pale denim shirt marked with
oil stains near the collar and bare threads
across the elbow. Blue eyes
peering from below sweat-stained straw brim
reflect the afternoon sun.
Consider words through
wind chapped lips "that's good enough"
to announce job completed, for now.
Simple words destined to ring
loud as though from a pulpit.
Clear remarks, a catchphrase,
to temper any drive toward excellence
or the disease of perfectionism.
Notice the softness of the voice,
amid rut of the sow
and cluck of the hen,
unintended philosophy that
drifts though eastward wind
spoken to convey
the end of a daily task.
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC
You were like a 90's movie:
Completely consuming to my younger self, every line, catchphrase, and sequence embedded in me. Becoming as much part of me as my own personality.
Totally embarrassing and shameful to my older self, a harsh reminder that I was even young and ignorant. That I confused quantity for quality; in love, affection, whispered sweet nothings on stale bed sheets.
But remembered with a nostalgia that can't quite be recreated, no matter how many times I try to relive it in my head.
Perhaps it's because I'm still too young, and the best metaphor I can conjure up when people ask me about my first love
is that you were like a 90's movie.
As pathetic as it sounds, it is no doubt fitting, because we outgrew each other with age.
It was only with time that we saw each other as laughably outdated.
Perhaps we are all just products of our time.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 10:45 AM UTC
Welcome to the Sindicate
Of utter stupidity
Where all tactile contact
Is inhibited by the puny mind
You are a villain
Of these modern times of change
In primal times
How I would have deranged
Your features
Like the animal within me
Tells me so
To take justice into my own hands
Hone it like never before
Then plant it
Into your ridiculous behind
Then maybe some sense will grow
Instead of spewing idle catchphrase
When all wisdom has escaped
From your old diuretic mind
Then maybe you will see
Beyond your need for controversial
Lust for simple power
Over the sheep you fail to herd
To manipulate the many
Your voice must be heard
But its pointless tribulation
When all around you curd
At your arrogance
Now the freshly programmed
Atmosphere turns at the smell
Of your ***** discussion
Riddled with moth *****
Slurring all the ignorance
You can muster in one
Uninformed, uncontemplated instant
Which has roused the warrior
So I may slay this fool
Only to stop the cringe of colleagues
As they put up with your impertinence
How I wish that all intelligence
Did not exist for a time
So that all the grime that lies within me
Can swallow you whole
So you may have a taste of darkness
To counteract the light
That shines
Out
Of
Your
***
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 5:56 AM UTC
She starred as a waitress who was always jolly.
She was very talented and her name was Polly.
I wonder if she realized that 'Alice' would become such a big hit.
Her famous catchphrase in all of her episodes was "Kiss my grits".
It's not surprising that she had fame.
She perished and it's a **** shame.
When it came to Polly becoming famous, she certainly did not fail.
She also starred in a few episodes of 'Home Improvement' as well.
She had many fans and they all loved to see her star as Flo.
She has died at the age of 88 because it was her time to go.
Sep 16, 2025
Sep 16, 2025 at 6:25 PM UTC
when did u change your name to memory?
Why do i think that name suits
you better than anything
i had every called you..
including.. best friend
you moved on, I moved on
but disclaimer, i dont miss you.
i dont even know you
i know what you were
i was friends with
what you were...
i miss who u were before this change.
i miss who you were before memory became your name.
NO.
i dont miss everything about you
i miss everything about who you were
and i dont miss whatever you have become
i miss the before..
who is the "after"?
and what you were is someone
who still exists in my mind
what you were to me back then
i still crave
all the time
cause i see that at least
the memory of you
is something that is still alive
PLEASE.
dont tell the younger me
that is best friend is only avaible
for a limited amount of time
dont tell me the younger me
that i buried her in my past
letting her funeral
be my final goodbye
everything you were to me
no longer exist
no matter how much i want to deny
that you and i are not anything other
than stranger to eachother
ive never met
the you of today!
ive seen pictures but
the girl on instagram
doesnt even look the same!
the girl on instagram doesnt even remember
hearing me say
let me ask if we can hang out
and we can met eachother half way
half way
was just a catchphrase
we both said too much
when the road we were walking down
was the rope keeping us bound
but we were both losing
our touch
i wont deny to anyone you were my best friend
but i can teach everyone something
because you were also
my lesson on how fast friendships sink
and how best in "BFF" is not as good as you think
and how "forever"
is an overstatement
its not as long as it should be
you let the hands of your pain clutch you
you let it choke and corrupt you
i wanted to think
i was wiser when it came to us
but really it was just you
but that wisdom
has been drained
you lost a battle
to your own pain
was i your army
did i make the hurt weigh less?
and is that why now that im gone
you try so hard to make yourself weight less?
tell me what happened to that light.
tell me what happened
to your smile that used to shine so bright
tell me why your a lightbulb
that went out
why your done
tell me what happened to my friend
who once resembled the sun!
because we forgot about
meeing eachother
half way
we both turned around
ans started walking
the other way
and i wont look back
if i know you wont do that same,
i know you wont do the same.
so when did you change your name to memory?
why is memory still a friend of mine?
and why is she a better friend
to me than you ever were?
and why am i okay
with your replacement
your replacement being her
our end their wasnt any drama
it wasnt on any stage
and you have only gone behind my back
because i turned around
so we would both be facing
opposite ways
so rest in peace
the best friend
of the growing me
im sorry my memory have become
your cemetery and
im sorry we couldnt have stayed friends
because i didnt stay then
...
my memory will live on
even if your not livingwith her
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 8:09 PM UTC
He wakes in the morning
More tired than when he went to bed
He makes his coffee with too much milk
The TV news is pretty much the same as yesterday
Just the faces and names may change
The rain pours outside his window
Washing the colour from the day
And he is reminded of a phrase he heard
So often in the mills
A catchphrase of despair
"If this is living, roll on death"
By Phil Roberts
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 9:34 AM UTC
To you who has always believed in me
You have always loved me
Ever since the first time you held me
You were always sassy and sweet
You had these old wrinkly hands
That had touched so many lives
You had beautiful blue eyes
That would watch me with care
Even with your tall boney frame
hugging me so tight I didn't even care
You loved crafts
You loved teaching students
You loved me
I know it's not just about me
There were those who were closer
But I just wish you would say one more time
"I'm not bionic!"
Oh how that was your catchphrase
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 3:59 AM UTC
There's a catch in my breath like
the catch in your step from
the wound. "Where'd you get it?" I
asked you when I was five.
There's a hole in my chest like
the hole in your leg from
the wound. "It was a gift." I
didn't understand when you said it. I was five.
There's cold marble planted in the grass like
the countertops you bought from
Ikea. "Not really what it says on the box, is it?" you said. I
understand now. I was five,
but now at twenty I understand
the wound. And the box. And the gift.
The one I didn't appreciate nearly enough when I was five.
"Ain't it the way!" Your catchphrase, engraved. Delivered with a grin.
It would read so much better coming from your lips.
Those lips, on that contented smile, on that face,
in that box, now cold like that granite it's closed now within.
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 10:40 PM UTC