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Patrick Sunday Poem
Nature/
Thou Faireth Bright/
Whenst Lilies And Rivers/
In Tranquility Plants Crave/
Water!"
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"Amidst These Purest Bud, In A Gourd Of Flesh, In
The Deep Hades, There I Lay!"..."Upon This
Ground, My Essence Drip,
Regrets, Bathed My Graveyard,
For Me, Do Not Weep!"
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Patrick Sunday Poem
"Oh November, Oh November! Death, Hath In Cold
Crimpson's Knashed!"..."Sweet, Sweet, November!
Dressed, Hath Your Sons In Robed Black!"
"Your Wondrous Tales, Of My Moment Seemed,
Thwarted!"..."Your Solemn Heat, Of The Summer
Did Bring, Lament!"
"Of No Goose, Of No Goose, Flee, Shall Of Your
Fogless Cloud Be Found!"..."Of No Grave, Of No
Grave, Leech, Would Of Your Sanctuary Lay
Ground!"
"And Somber Somber Days, Hath Us, Oh, Of
Darker Times And No Brighter Rays, To See!"
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Patrick Sunday Poem
1st Verse:
"Whispers Of The Night/ How Sweet And Sonorous
Your Rite/ O'er These Streams Mashed Of
Wandering Plights/ O'er These Bricks Laden'd With
Strife!"...
2nd Verse:
"Whispers Of The Night/ How Cold Your Chimes,
Yet Soft It Sooth's/ How Lust My Eyes, Upon Your
Roots!/ What Joy It Brings, For Men To Sing/ For
Men To Dance, Upon Your Wings!"
3rd Verse:
"Like A Stream, You Flow, Your Waters, Reaching
Through Us/ Like A Sheep, Who Mourns For Her
Lost Cub!// Like A Deer, Your Voice So Numb..Yet
So Calm, You Worried Naught!"
4th Verse:
"Living Vicariously Through You, Left Me Down With
Nothing Else To Do"..."Thinking Of What I
Should've Down, Rid My Lips Of Truth!"...
Last Verse:
"Battered I Am, Still The Memories Remained/ Of
How I Traveled Through Life, I Know Naught/ Of
How I Tarried And Failed, For No Cause!// Oh'
Whispers, For How Long Have You Journeyed?, And
What Season Has It Been?/ For A Mentor You'd
Remain, As Long As Time Prevailed!"
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Patrick Sunday Poem
*Quintet:* "Pour Dripping Frost"_ Etched In
Christine Winter Ebbing's+++ Cold Shimmer
Sunk'd In Deep Orbing's+++ The Patting Touch,
That Quaked The Grounds+++ Gorged In The
Wet-Mild Muddy Louts!" *STANZA* *ONE*
"As April Wind, Drift'd Thus Her Strings+++ Racing
Anon' The Deep Crimson Wings+++ 'Ere Lute's
Echoed 'f Sweet Humming's+++ Caressing The
Earth's Cradle Bounds!" *Refrain:* "Pour
Dripping Frost" *STANZA* *TWO*
Adrift The Bay Of Autumn's Spring+++Beneath
The Lair 'f Frozen Lingering's+++And Every
Passage Drenched Abounds!+++Loud
Thundering's, Echoed Through The Clouds+++And
Mild-Moisture Cools Down Our Skin!" *Refrain:*
"Pour Dripping Frosts" *STANZA* *THREE*
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Patrick Sunday Poem
_1st-QUATRAIN:_
To Death, My Love Sailed, Striding Down Bare
Ground/
That Of This Molten Top, Alone i Rest/
Thou See'st Of Me In Sorrow's Den Abound/
Which By And By, Rough Winds Doth Bring To
Dearth.
_2nd-QUATRAIN:_
That Gourd Of Time Thou Brought In Me Of Joy/
And Oh, Upon Those Moments Came Relief/
We Ate, We Dine, We Held Our Sacred Choice/
Each Gracious Time With You, A Soothing Meet/
_3rd-QUATRAIN:_
For Every Feelings Shared, Each Others Side/
And Every Rhythms Played From Every Song/
Each PLeasures Found From All Emotions Bright/
Would Never Fade, Nor Fall's On Natures Plot.
_COUPLET:_
Always With You I'll Stay, In All My Days/ Our
Mem'ries Made, Not Death Could Take Away!"
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Patrick Sunday Poem
"From Thy Thresh-Holds,
I Wish To Uphold;
Through The Wave-Tide ?nd Gravity,
To Where I Feel Sympathy!"
"To Thy Branches I Rest,
A Tree Of A Caring-Shade;
Like Thy Sturdy-Roots Of Crest,
Shall I Stay Brave ?nd Will Never Fade!"
"From Thine Gift Of Wings I Fly,
Into Horizons Of Unsearched-Sky;
By The Limits Of Reality,
Shall I Soar My Dreams Upon A Fantasy!"
"?nd On Thine Heart,
Shall My Nest Be Built;"
"Peacefully ?nd Gently,
Shall I Take My Rest;
For With Thine Compassion,
I Am Caressed!"
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"Oh/ What Sad/ The Nile Brings!"+++"A Lonesome
Past/ The Tree Loving Birds/ In Their Feathers
Were Clung'd!"+++"Not A Day Would Sorrow
Cease/ Not A Joy Would My Respite
Know!"+++"Drowning In This Heathen Of Despair/
Battered Still' But I Long To Someday Rise!"
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Patrick Sunday Poem
"Campfires It Was, Culminating The Broadened-
Shores"..."As Airboat-Sliced, Through The Morning-
Mist!"..."Chattering-Birds, Soared The Fogged-
Clouds"..."Briefly By Chance, Appeared Her Two
White Eyes!"
"Fainted-Foots, Lightless-Graze, Goes The
Culmnist-Step"..."Autumns-Air, Raining-Down,
Chaos On Fragile-Beings!"..."Swaying To Her Path,
Slowly, Elegantly Caressing Thoughts"
"Thoughts Sweeping Panorama, Swiftly, Spell-
Binding Drammers Of Nailbitting-Suspense!"..."In
Recalls Of Fear, Memory Gripped With Cold-
Feet"..."To Frighted-Sight, Memory Recalls Anew!"
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Patrick Sunday Poem
*1ST* *QUATRAIN:*
Upon Natures Bay, Lies A Tomb/ Underneath The
Tree, Laid Its Crust!/
A Maiden Weeps, Her Hands So Cold/ For Her
Suffering, Have Being So Cold!"
*2ND* *QUATRAIN:*
From Left To Right, She Sort For Joy/ Taking
Chances With The Least Choice!/ A Grace To
Sooth; Her Pains Of Old/ For Her Suffering; Have
Been So Cold!/
*3RD* *QUATRAIN:*
"And Oft She Path, The Lonely Trail/ With Hands
Trembling, And Breath So Frail!/ Her Gasping
Breath, A Thousand Fold/ For Her Suffering; Have
Been So Cold!"
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