Best Patching Poems

Sometimes I laugh
Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I dream
Of Days gone by

Life was hard, each day we learned
We never wanted what we hadn’t earned
A handshake at the bank was the only must
Lives were built on faith and trust

Friday night dances at the school’s old gym
Pledge of Allegiance...

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THE UK

Poling, Patching, Nether Wallop, 
Matching Tye and Droop

Plumpton, Lickfold, Puddletown, 
Westward Ho! and Throop.

Hole of Horcum, New Invention,
Boghead, Frome, Cat's Ash

North Piddle, Staines and Pen*stone,
Wash Dyke, East Breast and Flash.

Six Mile Bottom, Mudford Sock,
Wetwood, Wetwang, Hose

Catbrain, Assloss, No Man's Land, 
Didling, Lower Rose.

Blubberhouses, Giggleswick,...

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Oh AI you are the tell I need 
Painted orange words in the feed
Liars revealed that hide behind screens
With false personas and insufficient means
You provide generic words, never in tune
The vibe is off, you've misread the room
Fake spending time within a hearts space
Analyse algorithms without...

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Grandmother sits in her rocking chair 
nearly as old as she 
ragged patches of scrap spread across her lap. 

She tells stories from her eighty years of senescence, 
of faces now aged, some no longer bound by this earth 
as though they were still enjoying...

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Fast forward to the mysterious gift known as the present.
I finally accepted her into my monotonous life's content.
I thought my knowledge of survival made me super duper clever.
But even the cleverest has flaws that can make em ever wiser.
Acknowledging it is good but patching it...

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Broken and torn from days long gone
Not from neglect or anything wrong
A family often would sit and communicate
I tried to listen, most times I could relate

I loved that family that crawled on me
Having fun playing games or watch TV
Late into the evening the girls would...

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I know of a river of more than average 
Sorts...
Meandering, when not dallying to maunder,
Between many differing contours 
And unruly contorts;
Where a privileged youth once
Happily sought -
Pursuing about his passions
In the traditional methods 
By which his better elders
Did most insist he was thereby taught.
Reinforced throughout...

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How little the clouds think when they glow white
forming shapes tossing about
when filled with moisture oh how grey they will be
until they shed themselves of this heaviness
like a heart in love skips a beat
but when broken you can literally drown you see


Then those tears oh...

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After the storm

The havoc is over and the sun is back
Patching up with light the heart's crack

Devastating is the scene of the aftermath
But there is a flower in the cluttering path

Though the storm was fierce and utterly cruel
The vanishing Hope got up to refuel

Deafening silence...

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I died a long time ago
It was when I realized that I couldn't find my ego
In responding to a million of hovering black crows
Feasting slowly on every hair of my eyebrows
Made me swear never to borrow
Other people's life force, life line or even life show
For...

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The World has been playing a game
Oh what a shame
The world has been playing a game
This is insane
Leaders come and leaders go
Leaving me to continue the show
Leaders come and leaders go
Repeating the show of long ago
Many have no imminent plans
Others are in it to suck...

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We shall gather at the river
Immortal words of a hymn
That believers of spiritualism
When they meet  will sing

People that go beyond the grave
Returning with messages apart
For the folks they  left behind
Patching up a broken heart

Some people think that this  is wrong
Their  religion tells them so
Would they...

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Christmas Lights                               
by Robert (Bob) Moore

Be nice to have the Christmas lights up out the...

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O, letting my thirsty, thirsty thoughts slip 
off from the back of my head onto the 
screen of your great lie as smart as a whip

leads me back to the berry field where we 
used to stroll our shadows, to ravage this
love, smearing it with...

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We are all Nameless



What else is there to do
but to tell you who I am,
but most of all,
what I wish to find.

I am not the cavalier of the sun, 
but the caveat of phantasm.

I do not wish to live in the whispers of light, 
nor...

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