Best Patch Poems
A Patch of Moonlight
A patch of moonlight glimmers in pale shades of ivory
Then drips from feathery pine boughs in soft revery;
Nightingales fill solitude with pure symphonies
Still serenity of blissful stars in nocturnal brillancy.
8-19-21
Shapely to coarse green stem,
sitting alone; wanting to grin.
Patiently waiting for the take,
wanting Halloween to begin.
A few more weeks left to grow,
inviting; nestled in straw.
Children soon make their choice,
with little eyes in awe.
Fields abundant in orange hue,
serenading a season of rest.
Large or small or fat or thin,
any grab will be the best.
Cold winds blow just enough
to take its nipping bite.
Scarves and hoods, snuggly warm,
fending autumn with wraps pulled tight.
Little arms try to carry
the most perfect pumpkin around.
The patch now shrinks very thin,
remnants of a once lush ground.
Copyright © 2009 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Second Place Winner ~ "Happy Halloween" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kelly Deschler
Nov. 04, 2015
Summer yawns at rest,
Autumn kaleidoscopes in
Ominous beauty.
Down yonder in the large-leafed kudzu patch
Where it is thick, silky, and very green
Clinging to gullied hills it tries to catch
Where young lovers tucked away, won't be seen
That is, if it is during mid-summer
And a couple can hide in the vines
But do you want to meet him with murmurs
Running around, that will be some grand lines
Is that a memory you want to face?
When you are old, worn, gray facing the judge
It is good that Jesus gives His grace
For through His grace, He erases every smudge
The summer kudzu patch is a nice green
Jesus in His grace is an awesome King
Collaboration between
Seren Roberts and Mandy Tams:
The Wet Patch
Why sit with a frown is there a need?
Yes she whispered in my ear, I think I peed.
My knickers are wet, I dare not move at all
If I stand up, down they will surely fall
Your knickers are wet, ha I did scoff
But I made sure I did, no laugh or a cough
For under my seat I would then have to peer
As there may be a puddle just under here
Went shopping before we met for lunch
Hoped lollies would stay frozen, so I could crunch
Put it in my handbag, sat upon my lap
Decided to eat quickly, so no mishap.
But lunch took quite a while
We had a laugh and a smile.
The lollies got hot, and then they did melt
I felt a cold patch sneak under my belt.
I swept off the table cloth wrapped it round like a toga
To everyone watching I said ‘it’s a new move in yoga'
To the bathroom I ran and locked the door
I dropped my wet undergarments, onto the floor
Knickers now down, I could see the stain
Was orange not pee and that I still maintain
I sniffed at my undies and then I did think
They smell of oranges, as I rinsed in the sink
I hadn’t peed at all, twas not a mishap
My ice lollies had melted, wetting my lap
Next time you see an old dear with a wet patch on her frock
Remember it might be a lolly, so you better not mock
One day you know that old dear will be you
So to yourself and to others you must always be true
A wet patch you may see, but no lollies are there
So offer her some wipes, but don’t sit on her chair
© 2013
Pumpkin Patch Shenanigans
Puff white cotton candy, royal blue sky
Autumns breathe over a breadth of meadow lie
Tillage field vines pumpkins that catch a bird’s-eye
Grandpa and black bird grand-kids are back in a flyby
Causing havoc with their big pumpkin patch shenanigans
Fearless Scarecrow having an epic heyday and merry-go-round in the congregation
Stands terrifying and saying goodbye to all that flyby in jubilations
10/14/2015
Contest : The Doesn't Fit Contest
Sponsored by: Carol Eastman
For forty-three years Lil Abner ignored the voluptuous Daisy Mae
In Al Capp’s comic strip about the good folks of Dogpatch USA
I remember as a child thinking all women should look like she.
And wondering why he had no interest; was he not a real he?
The hillbillies in the comic strip delighted the world over.
They had hunting dogs and rifles, and moonshine made of clover.
Granny was short but tough, no one dared cross that old crone.
I loved the entire concept including Jubilation T. Cornpone.
A Patch of Blue
When raindrops speckle sidewalks and make the puddles gaily dance;
When highways glisten with freckles of sunshine and umbrellas dot the gloom;
When trees bow down to storm winds and rainbows dance on roofs
I embrace the earth so clean and walk beneath a patch of blue.
First they’re sour then they’re sweet
Watermelon taste
They come in different colors
A chewy mouthful
I can eat them all
By myself
Mmm
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Inspired by Laura Mckenzie's
-Sweet Treat Contest-
"The Wind-Up Man, The Patch-Work Girl and The Remaining Time"
What do you do when your heart breaks into a million pieces?
You turn into metal, what’s left of your heart freezes.
What do you do when your world ceases?
You lock the shards of your flimsy trust behind iron walls, you escape battles, Death teases.
What do you do when your bird is caged and it’s will to live rattles, then is smothered by vile whispers and flying monkey cold screaming breezes?
You look for the key that the past swallowed, it’s fallen between the cracks of your mind’s barbed wire nettles and torpid grey hollows, the yard’s a war zone, there it remains buried in the void that is treeless, dead temporoparietal.
What do you do when your heart shatters and Life’s colour drains before your windows, invisible, all that ever mattered?
You look in the mirrors for ways out of the maze puzzle, walking with all the other ghosts there who are lost, shattered, battered and muzzled.
What do you do when you Return to Oz?
You look for the good grace not to draw blood.
What do you do when you are free?
You return to the Ones who loved you once, you just "BE".
What do you do when you look for you?
You open your heart, you learn to be TRUE.
(Lovejoy-Burton/April 2018)
For gvlm/scm
"This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man."
"Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only LIGHT can do that."
"There is no LOVE without forgiveness, and there is no forgiveness without LOVE".
"Return to Oz", Scissor Sisters
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r5S0NdraxTA
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/scissorsisters/returntooz.html
Children see pumpkins, pumpkins, pumpkins everywhere.
When they visit the pumpkin patch it's a family affair.
There are giant pumpkins, baby pumpkins, and pumpkins just right,
And kids take off running in the pumpkin patch with delight.
Some children try to pick up heavy pumpkins that won't move,
While others sit on their pick, hoping Mom will approve.
They laugh and play in the pumpkin patch as they roam,
And if the kids are lucky, two pumpkins will go home.
One pumpkin will be carved to grace their front door,
The other Mom will make pies from for them to adore.
The pumpkin patch provides joy for families each year.
For kids, creating that jack-o’-lantern is a tradition held dear.
I've lived life hard, I've lived life full,
I wasn't the type that stood around and shot the bull.
Every lesson I learned, I learned complete,
Life was good but it wasn't always sweet.
Rigging up drilling rigs and tearing them down,
Moving from county to county and from town to town.
Turning that drill pipe around and round,
Sending that pipe deeper and deeper into that old ground.
Searching for oil, searching for gas,
It was a way of life that is hard to surpass.
The work was dirty the work was hard,
And if you made it in one piece from payday to payday you could thank the Lord.
It's hard to explain but it gets in your blood,
Maybe we just swallowed too much of that nasty old drilling mud.
Only certain types of people can ever relate,
A place where you go to test your fate.
I'm a mighty lucky man and I've got the scars to prove it all,
The life I led, I wouldn't trade for the world, but it took some gall.
Although I wouldn't recommend it to anyone else, I personally miss those days,
Some of us born down here in Texas are a little mental, but it's just our ways.
Paul was poking around in the pumpkin patch
Looking for a pumpkin to snatch.
The eerie sound of a fiddle,
Made him piddle just a little,
And his breath so hard to catch!
He ran as fast as he could
And hid himself in the wood,
When he turned to see who followed,
His tongue he almost swallowed,
Then he wet himself real good!
He could have been caught, I bet,
And that’s what you’d usually get,
But certain physical laws,
Saved him here ..because…
One is quite slippery when wet!
The summer is here,
sweet songs come forth
maybe there are no more doors,
hopefully this is the night of nights....
Let no one kill their rainbows
although, the world tries
They're not sure of the slow death of time
never really letting it go...
Cast aside the master of misrepresentation
They cannot say with certainty
why love that form and always flies away
with the eagles of tomorrow that never stays...
It was just a patch of summer night
warmth upon their skin so sweet
as they lay next to the other
with flames forming through their minds..
Brooke
A child abused, yet of an hours grace...
Selina sat knitting her beads in grass
Though blind of sight, she touched the colors light
Under a tree whose leaves fell on her laugh
Selina sat, knitting her beads in grass
Surrounded by the darkness in her eyes
Under a tree, whose leaves fell on her laugh
Her thoughts...a patch of blue, blew above clouds
Surrounded by the darkness in her eyes
Though blind of sight, she touched the colors light
Her thoughts, a patch of blue, blew above clouds
...a child abused; yet of an hours grace