Best Patches Poems

Serging through life, I whipstitch, weft, and welt,
But always, my thoughts are pick-threading.

As stippled patches of emotion rise and fall in me,
See me, feel me, touch me, heal me
Just too many scars.

The mindless mind stresses itself through mental snares,
I waste away beneath it all, piecing and pondering.
Where the struggling soul and pleating body meet,
I seek...

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I came upon a lady with a charming basket
it was full of fur and tiny ribbon latches.
I reached in and pulled out a friend
and I named him patches.

Two greens eyes and a pirate smile
I knew he would not be meek nor mild.
I cuddled him close as I could and took 
him home with me and...

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I kept my Patches living with medication and trips to the Vet for a year.
But, I did not mind because I loved her so much. She had cancer and would
die.  I put that in the back of my mind and enjoyed each day I still had left 
with my precious girl.  In time,...

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Plant a garden by the roadside,
so passerby's can see,
the beauty of the flowers
you have planted there for me.

"Me" meaning all of us,
who do not have a yard,
and appreciate the beauty
displayed in your front yard.

The beauty of bright flowers
are like a balm to me.
As if God's smiling face is there
for passerby's to see.

Flowers soothe the spirit,
and...

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A winter's walk
on Commonwealth Avenue
Kathy I said 
this reminds me of 1992
I dreamed of Harvard then
and Catcher in the Rye
I am a rock
I could see Boston from my mind's eye
Now I have patches on my sleeves like
I passed some kind of test
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
and disregards the rest...

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(1 Tim. 1: 11)



Patches and His Matches - Limerick


There Once Was A Lad Named Patches
Who Loved To Hide & Play With Matches
He Told His Mom, He Would Stop
But Fool Her, He Did Not!
For She Ran To Him Whenever She Heard Scratches


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Scorching heat hassled my feet,
as I ambled alongside the beast.
A wooden cup, a water bag and
parched barley meal for a feast.

My shadow exhaled hot fumes
on the dry desert sand.
Days of prolonged journey,
In search of a famous land.

Mounted on the highest 
was a man wearing a lowly thawb
 With evident fourteen patches,
devoid of a pristine robe.

He...

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White And Black Patches


His patches on his skin
tell a tale of life's big sin
he is white
on most
and he is black
on some
does he unknowingly boast
of the good and the glum?
does he tell in many words but none?
that the white is what life does shone?
the great times ahead
does he tell in many words but none?
that the black...

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Blue's Magic Patches_Patches for short
What great magical horse with gait
Smooth ride but young unexperienced
Going to ride today  for air is cool 

Saddled up ready to go beyond_
Beyond those hills that are snow-capped
Exciting time of freedom to get away
Our day to bond and learn area

So much to see and visit over hills
And across dale_ at...

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we thread together 
all moments of life
looking for a pretty 
quilt to display 
but some patches 
are misplaced
we overlook those
a missewn piece 
some edges frayed 
yet all the imperfections
all the dog-eared pages of
life give character 
to each story
the ragged sentences 
strewn together form paragraphs
and paragraphs are knitted into chapters 
chapters into books
great museums and galleries...

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Can I sink into your fullness and pretend that I'm whole? 

   If only I could melt into your sturdy frame, 
you could muffle the crying, the screaming,

          Or maybe I'd just forget. 

Truth be told, my past will forever be a reminder of...

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My shadow
Sharing patches of
Moonlight against this wall...

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I know a certain event has you feeling down.
There was a sudden death of a girl in town.
She was floating in the river past the coal yard.
You took your neighbor’s words quite hard.

Gossip flourishes in this old shanty village.
Living in this place is hardly a privilege.
Rumors have it you were in love with this girl.
Among...

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‘Sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust’
frozen in stitch by a “toy soldiers rust.”*
Time remembers the scent of his hair,
the fold of the clothes as she left them there.

He was sampling youth when the bugle blew
a boy knowing nothing he thought he knew
answered the call of a nation’s need
denying the truths that soldiers bleed.

‘The war years...

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Along life’s pathway we encounter rugged patches
Times when nothing seems to go as we planned,
Smelling the roses is often accompanied by scratches
But, overall, wouldn’t you agree life is quite grand?

Written March 19, 2022...

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