Best Pat Poems


Purr and Pat - There Is a Brighter Side

Purr came crying one day to Pat,
"I'm black (sniff), and a 'bad luck' cat,
No harm I mean to souls around,
But seeing me, they turn around,
I want to play with them like you,
But shoo me out is all they do,
They say I'm (sniff) evil and black,
No, I ain't ever going back."

Comforting Purr, Pat hugged her tight,
Said, "Everything will be alright,
I tell you black is beautiful -
They know it not - how pitiful!
You're not bad luck, you are a charm,
You're daring, dashing and no harm,
I'm sure you'll win their hearts, my friend,
Ev'n if not, I'm here till the end."

Purr hugged Pat back with love unfeigned,
She knew ~ true friends are colour blind.


01/21/18

Pat-A-Cake Pat-A-Cake


“You have to get a job, my son,
Your mother and I agree.
You can’t spend your life just loafing around,
Sponging on her and me.”

And, although it went against the grain,
I realized I must.
So I got a job as a baker
To earn an honest crust.

My father and mother egged me on
And, to make sure I wasn’t lazing,
They bought me an alarm clock,
So I could be self-raising.

I made the occasional bloomer,
As anyone new might have done.
I forgot to turn the oven on
And invented the cold cross bun.

My rich fruit cake was sometimes poor;
My sponge cake sometimes flat.
But now I have the hang of it,
I’ve got it all off pat.

I’m really on a roll now,
Forever on the go.
I have to keep on working,
Because I kneed the dough.

31st May 2022
Merger With Food poetry contest
Sponsor Natasha L Scragg

Aunt Pat a Pallet of You

Blessed are we to have the gift of you.

Sunset skies illuminated in glorious shades varied 
Conjures memories of your loving smile
Your laughter paints the colours of rainbows seen

Like orchids rare you fill our hearts
Of visions of one of a kind memories
In this world of duplicates everywhere you stand alone

Mountains curtsy to strength unwavering 
Beauty and grace captured through rivers deep
Your love rooted strong as majestic trees

Nightingales carol and doves soar free
Your love cherished for all to see
Framed with your essence and love from family
© Carol B.  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Echoes of the Silent Shore


Beach Music, Pat Conroy’s voice in flavors
Of raspberry ice and chocolate paradise
Mists blowing across the waters, soundless
Yet aching so that every heart felt blessed
By his melancholic treasure, the history of a sea
Who restored peace and awakened the night
Blowing winds who waved to the shores
Silencing the darkness and flooding the heart
With a flowing light, a flutter of grace, healing
Hesitant as the passions, poured from pages
Written on the beach…

Where light remembers, a happy
That cannot be spoken, never broken
Glowing on the edges of summer
And revealing to the heart
What it is to love with a love beyond reason
Love that is the reason – the way
Forever and a day…

Beach Music replayed on the silent edges
Of waters who I’ve waded in,
Wading through tears, fears – so many years
Necessity caressing the heart of a memory
Words echoing through a soul who is gentle
And knows the love that is more than sentimental
It is God’s voice, touching on the senses
God’s love… erasing all the fearful, replacing 
It with contentment, love that is so intimate
Love that can’t be written...

Echoes on the silent shore of contentment

Premium Member A Pat On the Back

I spotted a feather by the sea
I watched as it fell from the sky in front of me
It seemed like a feather from an angels space
I saw it fall with so much grace

It was lifted with the wind and gently settled 
on a human back
It travelled far and wide, as I soon lost track
Its touch was soft and an encouraging thing
A pat of a feather from an angels wing

It could have stayed longer but had a lot 
of work to do
And from then on never settled on the ground
It calmed and soothed without a sound
From back to back it moved around.

26.3.2021
Sponsor: Brian Strand
All yours (March 26) First Place

Pat a Cake Pat a Cake

Butty girl, butty girl strip woman
Shake dem butty as fast as you can
Let me pat it and prick it then you will see
You’ll have a bun in de oven which will look just like me


Pat a Cake Pat a Cake

Pat a cake pat a cake baker man
Bake me a cake as fast as you can
Hurry up fatty I’ve not got all day
With service like this you expect me to pay?
It hasn’t been pricked or marked with a “B”
Now how can I give that to baby for tea?
© John Fenn  Create an image from this poem.

Fat Cat Pat

rat a tat rata tat a tat 
there was a fat cat named pat
who fell asleep on a mat
woke up to tat a tat tat 
or a sound something like that
found out it was made by a rat
that’s why the tune was flat
cause a rat can’t meow like a cat
rat a tat rat a tat tat 

01/17/2021
Written for contest Tongue Twister Challange
Sponsor Joe Sandler

Hi-Flyer Pat 2

Man those problems seem so petty compared to what I've been dealing with lately,
I wake up from an apocalyptic nightmare to find out I can reverse time,
No biggie, I can just reach out my hand and magic happens, time to go stop crime!
I mean on paper it sounds super cool like I've been created by Stan Lee,
But I could've done without nightmarish vision of the world crashing down around me,
What if I'm some secret government experiment on a top secret mission to infiltrate Arcadia Bay's educational infrastructure? Thanks Illuminati,
And come to think of it you know who'd love being next to a giant tornado? Jim Cantore,
But at least my days of missing the perfect shot are gone with my new time traveling abilities,
OOH! My superhero alias can be "Max Caulfield, artistic visionary",
Now if only I had a mask whenever I perform my superhero duty,
Like standing up to security guard bullies or...spilling paint on Victoria,
It's weird I actually know next to nothing about my power, can I fast-forward to infinity?
So far I've only used it to create my own phantasmagoria,
But I did save a life today,
My old best friend Chloe who after five years apart is still rescuing me when I'm being attacked,
Ironic that I'm the one with superpowers yet still needs to be saved,
Today's been so insane I swear if it's not mountains of homework it's a gun-wielding maniac,
Why can't my life just be normal again,
I want to go back to innocent thoughts of "ooo sunset you're looking pretty this evening, say cheese!",
And worrying about pop quizzes in science or working up the courage to talk to Mr. Jefferson,
Now I'm riding passenger in my blue-headed anarchist best friend's junky pickup truck trying not to go crazy,
Compared to your average teenage girl my life is strange.

Pitter, Pitter, Pat

I can still hear the sounds of her tiny little feet,
   going Pitter,Pitter, Pat;
As my skips a beat...
The smile upon her face,
   with that puppy she embraced;
  A struggling little angel,
   as she walks along in place...

Pitter, Pitter, Pat;
  Come her tiny little feet,
as she runs into the bedroom,
   just to check on me...
with her little hand in mine, and a big smile on her face;
    "This won't very hurt" she say's,
While she's tapping on my knee...

The Beauty in her heart, an innocence so redeemed;
  Replaces all the darkness and ugly I have seen...

Pitter, Pitter, pat:
  A distant sound you see;
Although she's gotten older,
  Just the way she look's at me;
As if I, were worth her Beauty, smiles, and all her precious dreams...

Pitter, Pitter, pat:
  My heart still skips a beat;
I've found an innocence so long ago lost;
  In this little child smiling up at me...

Pitter, Pitter, Pat,  as she jumps into my lap;
   She'll soon be grown and on her own,
    Just a memory this will be;
As I happily reminisce of the sound so sweet to me,
  the Pitter, Pitter, Pat;
  Of her tiny little feet...

Premium Member Pat a Ball

Pat a ball a game 
My cat and I play
With a ping pong ball
This created game
My cat came up with

We are both eager
Being together
Passing our time
Playing pat -the -ball
Passing our time

I roll the ping -pong
Ball towards her
She lays on her side 
Then she pat- the -ball
Watches it comes to me

Sometimes the ball rolls 
Underneath the couch
I bend down towards
For the ball that rolled
Reaching pushing ball

I push the ball to her
We play for hours
Each getting tired 
I give her a treat 
then we go to bed

Premium Member Pat the Poet

Once Pat was approached at the corner street 
By Johnny, with his offer, indiscreet. 
She pulled out her poet's wit 
With sharp metaphoric grit, 
And blew his macho off into dead meat. 

March 30, 2023

Bat My Hat With Your Pat

O ' My Master, Bat my hat with your pat
My hat is my ego, my arrogance
Which I rare take off when enter near Thee
You being master pat it so not be inflated.

Life after life has accumulated and stored
None but your enemy-the Ego which poses
Hindrance to reach to you and get assimilated
My master, groaning my heart for your Love

Come like a Dove in my lap
Hatch my eggs of honesty and humility
So I may fly high to scale the inaccessible
Day and night i am burdened with the pain of 

False attachment this world gives us false hopes of belongingness
But what happens with the turn of events 
All our well wishers who stood with us once
Now have shown the exit door ajar

What does it happen God made the relationship to caress you
but we have got entangled in that web
Which was never true never had any substance
but we poor fellow got enmeshed in to it

Now my saviour come and help me overcome my sorrow genes
To atone my sins and be with you 
Since you are infinite and me finite 
Let us enjoy and get unite

Govind Prasad Goyal
Assistant Professor
IMS Law College, Noida (UTTAR PRADESH) India 201303

Premium Member Memories of Pat

This is the time of year I dread the most
when memories come flooding back to haunt
It was now you were taken far too young
sixteen mainly wonderful years together

Yes we had many many ups and a few downs
life always seemed so sweet and fun
I sit here remembering so many moments
that are now frozen in time but special

There are some tears both in my eyes, on my cheeks
yet in the hush of night I still feel you close
know you are waiting on the other side of the curtain
soon when my time comes we will be reunited forever

Until that time I will soldier on with life
take what comfort I can from family and friends
try to live a full life as best as I can
I know you would wish me to move on, start again

Yes I have tried, but no-one is you, not even close
I can't settle for less not when I once had the best 
my one true soul mate, my forever and eternal only love
So I cherish the precious memories as I wait to reunite


bless you darling, my heart my love
I lost Pat in September 2006

Everyday I'M Thinking of You All (Dedicated To D.W.I. Boyz, Ms. Pat, & D.W.I. Street Team)

Good things don't always last
so we cherish each moment
from joy's to our tears
lets not forget the good times
that has past over these years

It's not any telling when we all
may meet once again
but lets not forget one another
nor where we came from
where we all began

We all have dreams of success
so lets continue to walk throughout life
by faith; not by sight
Everything that seems to be right
isn't always true

When your days get blue
here's a shoulder you can lean on
a person that will always be true

Haters come but that's everywhere you go
so lets show them love as well
because nobody can do it like you
D.W.I. Boyz and the crew
always keep the crowd moving
that's the truth

"I'm going to miss you all
Number 1 Fan, Deneshia Bryant"

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