Best Patricia Poems
She, Of The Cosmic Essence
Aware Of A Power
Aware Of A Presence
And Aware Of The Need For Our
Desire To Rise Higher
… and Higher
To Our Optimum Height
Patricia … You Are Like The Alaskan Lights
Those Northern Flares and Colors In Cold Night
Floating Dreams, So Mesmerizing
Patricia, Brings It To Her Poetic Themes
Such Are The Verses She Shares To View
And Reading Them, She's Showing You
Her Cosmic Essence Insight
Oh Patricia, You’re An Alaskan Light …
So, Keep Reaching, Keep Speaking … and Write !
For The Girl, Who Shared A Comfy, Snug Book Read
On One Of Her Snowy Days … (Via Her Poem- ‘Autumn’s Passing’
Also - Your Poem ‘Journey’ is One)
See … It Brought Back Some Wonderful Memories To Me …
Your Poet-Friend,
The MoonBee
Patricia dawdled through the breakfast
Mom got angry, sent her to Belfast
There she learnt how to run
And how to eat a bun
And returned with the bread crumbs amassed
Patricia McCormic – Bullfighter
A bull, a sword, a big red cape
A cheering crowd, a girly shape
She was the first back in her day
A Matador, the best they’d say
At least among the girls back then
For until her, they were all men
Not just a girl, a Yankee to boot
Dressed up in a manly suit
She fought 300 bulls or more
And only six times did bulls gore
But once the gore was so severe
They thought her end was very near
A priest came out to give “last rites”
After one of her losing fights
And he issued one last order
Let her die north of the border
But she survived to fight again
And faced those bulls with her girly grin
This courageous girl would stand
With just the red cape in her hand
The bulls would charge, she wouldn’t flinch
As the bulls passed by within an inch
She’d end the dance with the coup de gras
Amid the “Bravos” and “Hurrahs”
For ten years she endured
The thought of getting skewered
By bulls that she engaged within the ring
Now her thoughts are so much lighter
She’s a teacher, she’s a writer
As bullfighting no longer is her thing
Another true story from the web
It’s the last of the snow
Spring finally arrived
Time to get ready for battle
Time to get my little hands
On my bag of marbles
Way up there since winter
Abandoned on my bookshelf
A droopy, limp blue velvet bag
But today a long lost friend
So proud, so bold and so bright
Protector of my priceless collection
Glass and steel weapons of rolling destruction
I undo the golden drawstring
Close my eyes and reach into the dark
Cloister of clicking clacking spheres
They run through my fingers
Feeling better than gold through a miser’s hands
Aggies, immies, cats eyes, steelies
and the most dangerous, mibs
Big fat bully marbles capable of
Knocking all of the competition
Johnnie had better watch out this year
Last year’s champ
Johnnie’d been lucky
A shark, wincing his good eye and
Whack, all the marbles dispersed
With brutal force they would fly
Like a big exploding rainbow
Fragments scattered on the ground
Crushing… yet really awesome
When he pulled out his mib
We knew we were done
But this year will be different
This year I’m more determined
Practiced each move in my head
Like a general devising his attack
Spit shined alleys, aggies,
Jumbos, glass ones ready for action
Aggies, my luckiest by far
Leaving for school full of schemes and ploys
On the way defiantly sizing up opponents
Eyeing the size of the enemies’ arsenal
Running fingers through mine
Challenging anyone carrying a loot
We had watched the yard for days
Barely contained our determination
The last of the snow clung stubbornly to school walls
Dry patches would proclaim the official opening day
Our first spring tournament could begin
And today is the day we all know it
Recess rings, doors open; “Hooray”
Is all we hear across the dried yard
As groups knuckle down to play for keepsies
Winners keepers, losers weepers
Hear that chittery clickety click clack melody
Johnnie is there full of snickering confidence
So sure he can perpetuate his reign
But he doesn't know how hard I’ve practiced
How much I want to earn his loot
Crush him and any other rival
Who dares to show off
Ready
Get set
Aim just perfectly right
Written collaboration with PATRICIA CRESSWELL
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Now, I know the barriers of the skin colour are the ones
Imposed by the human mind
The aesthetic of a man aren't embedded in his possession
But they are embedded in his ability to touch souls in this whirl wind of divided culture
I have seen no beauty so iridescent like that of a non discriminating mind
A mind free of prejudice and full of love so great it flows like an ocean
... I found that mind graced by the beautiful ' Naija Oyinbo '
An angel of words
An angel with halo traded for visibility
A woman with blooming love that radiates
... It's the magic of her words
The magical feel of the words carved by her pen
Touching souls, a privilege accorded to few minds
I found that mind graced by the beautiful 'Naija Oyinbo '
* Naija is a short way of calling Nigeria, and oyinbo means a white person.
22-04-2017
For Shadow Hamilton's contest.
Good Lord girl if you ain't ONE MORE EPIC, PATSY
Something came along in due time to make Katrina look like. A bona fide sweetheart.
It slams w. Cent. Mexico at thus hour 1930 231015.....
Be in prayer
Do you remember when - we looked into each others eyes.
Then our souls sparked together - we where electrified..
I remember when we first touch - our bodies turned into mush.
Passion of our hearts beating fast - blood rushing mind numbness mad.
Nakedness into our own married tree - vine with roses I clearly see.
Across the sea into the clouded sky - your lushes skin is all mine.
Many years we do have - time for ourselves love in our hands has been so
divine
Our bond will not be broke - I love this woman - that is no Joke..
Have a new friend, her name is Patricia
From the start, she's befriended this old gorilla
Her writings impress me too
They're fresh and new
How fortunate am I, she's like a sweet chinchilla
This is a gift for Kassandra, who needed a poem to place on a gift for her mother...
I was more then happy to try and give you what you needed....Hope you like it
A Poem for Your Mother...
Patricia... ...
Just A Name To You..So Much More To Us...
Most Call Her Trish...A Woman...Our Mother...
She's Someone We Will Always Trust....
There Is A Few Things We Need To Tell You...
A Few Things We Need You To Know...
Our Thoughts...Put To Words...
For You We've Written Below...
When We Think Of All The Things You've Given Us...
Your Kindness And Devotion...Your Love And Your Tears...
Such Noble Acts...Such Cherished Gifts...
Spread Equally Among Us..Throughout The Years...
Holding Us Together...As A Family...
Even With A Piece Of Your Soul Gone...
Through The Loss Of Your Daughter...Our Sister...
You Managed Too Stay Strong...
With A Brave Heart... You Moved Forward,...
Precious Dreams Set Aside...
You Led Us With Truth..Through Many Battles...
Taking Any Fall Backs In Stride...
You Had Patience...When We Were Foolish...
You Gave Guidance...If Ever We Did Ask...
Some Tough Love...Many Life Lessons...
You Gave Us Discipline...Not An Easy Task...
Words Alone Can't Express...How Thankful We Will Always Be...
So Together...As Sisters...As Your Daughters...
This Was Created...For You And All Too See...
Patricia...A Woman...Our Mother...
You've Loved Us From The Start...
For This We Thank You...
And Will Love You Unconditionally...
With Every Single Piece Of Our Heart... ...
© 2010 Rachel Zabala
Sweet eyes
always blue
heavenly gaze
tender eyes
that convey kindness
and transport fortress
who looks at them...
Wonderful eyes
that soften my
distress and
offers me powerfully
all love !
When we first met the sun was setting
When our eyes met fate began dealing
In a convenience store on a corner
No romantic music no candles on a table for two
a routine standing in line under annoying lights
But I reminded myself of an over-sight
went searching high and low for peace
Fate did a twist on my life
When our eyes met
In a convenience store on a corner
I can’t remember what I came in for
When our eyes met I ran
but my legs wouldn’t move
from something I never felt before
All I wanted was something from
a convenience store on a corner
with lights so tiresome trying my patience
But when our eyes met something hit me
It was fate twisting my life unravelling my cover
I stood looking into her eyes you see
She spoke I know so long ago can’t remember
Even when I looked away our eyes still met
It was a feeling I never had before
But in a convenience store on a corner
What I came in for I don’t remember
But what I left with I never felt before….
Frank Black Blacharczyk Sept 1 2020
Patricia is the name I always heard
From the people they called our neighbors
They said,she's a widow for almost 13 years
She's to be proud someday by her children
Because she's a mother who had a great dream
Not for herself but to her good children
Behalf of hard work under the heat of the sun
She use to bear every pain she had
Just to earn to support every financial
That her children might get when they needed
I heard them say that Patricia dream
To see her children walk in different road
Where the way of living is smooth
Years pass,I grow with understanding
About Patricia I now understand everything
Why I feel proud when I heard her name
I feel honor to know the owner of the name
She's a woman who gave me a chance
To see the beautiful handmaid of the lord
I treasure Patricia because she is my Mama.
I passed by your exit today
I wanted to come by
I miss you
You are my best friend
You are my pal
You are a light
Hadn't heard from you in a while
Hadn't laughed out loud
Hadn't heard you smile
Why did you not call
Why did you not say goodbye
Why did you have to get sick
I picked up my phone
I put in your number
I got no reply
You were gone
You left me alone
You had died
At first I didn't believe it
At least someone should have called
At least you are no longer suffering
Wrote your parents a letter today
Wrote about our friendship
Wrote that I was sorry for their loss
One day I might send it to them
One day I might stop missing you
One day I will see you again in Heaven
I miss my best friend
I miss my pal
I miss you Patricia
O Great Ocean!
She lives in a distant country.
You lie between us
and I know I can never fly
across you to her.
But I am a Poet and a Storyteller.
I am a Sense-Curator.
I am a Thought-Collector.
I am a leader of many fairy tales.
Therefore, I don’t need,
O Great Ocean,
flights across you!
My senses, thoughts, and fairy tales
will fly instead of me,
to find my friend’s smile in hard times,
and at times run away
from grey weekdays
into kind, beautiful fairy tales
to have some happiness in life.
Do you see, O Great Ocean?
I am stronger than you!
Sometimes, at the edge of the pasture
under the eaves of trees, the soft
greens of spring slide through my eyes
and paint the curves and shadows of
you to float like the bare-bottomed moon
settling softly into the grass out there
where the sky is sliced from the earth
as clean as if by a surgeon’s scalpel.
Copyright
Vol Lindsey
12/29/2019