Best Patrick Poems
he's dancing
he swayze her in his arms
it's a movie
an old movie
he is happy
a very unique joy
doing what he adores
a love like parents feel for their new born baby
it's a love you don’t know exists
until the very moment you live it
usually only reserved for your art or children
i am watching Patrick with a tear in my eye
tell my friends ‘it's just a bit of dust’
i'm sad
no
more then sad
in that moment he is unaware he will die young
unaware he will fight like a brave warrior
take on pancreatic cancer without even a whimper
he beats it for maybe an extra year of life
in the end
the end
(an all too familiar
set of words)
the last two words of a film
this is different
an end
a human life stolen
sends a chill
even
through arctic regions
the dirty C
too many lost
to this disease
draws my ire
he does die
young
he passes as gracefully as he danced
i'm watching the movie
i think to myself
no i speak it out loud
pancreatic cancer
now that's what i call
Dirty Dancing
Have a Guiness and let’s toast St. Patrick
Whether laddie, lass or old codger geriatric
A bold gent with such clout
All Eire’s snakes he shooed out
Never has there been a saint so theatric!
Robert
I am an old codger geriatric
But I will raise a toast to ST. Patrick
For shooing those snakes
Away for our sakes
He definitely was Saint Fantastic
Beryl
Patrick O’Flanagan’s covert shenanigans
Make people ask where he gets to at night
There’s a perception that Patrick O’Flanagan
Visits a door with a glowing red light
What people don’t know about Patrick O’Flanagan
Is he has only one goal
Each night at ten to ten, visits his gran again
She does a dance with a pole
Old Ma O’Flanagan dances for Stan and Ben
Over in County Kildare
The nurses and carers all turn a blind eye
As Stan sticks his pension ‘down there’
Pat’s her announcer, he's also her bouncer
He keeps them old fellas in check
Old Ben can get frisky and that’s a bit risky
Unless he desires a sore neck
These is the rules says Patrick O’Flanagan
That shrivelled todger of yours
Grandma will make that old thing come awake again
And you place hard cash down her drawers
But Ben said those wrinkles don’t pep up our winkles
We only watch her to rehearse
For what we might see on the CCTV
When you nip out back with that nurse
Patrick Star is quite an odd ole starfish.
Considering he’s a star, pointy, and bright pink.
The Krabby Patty is one of his favorite dish.
Bikini Bottom know that Patrick stink.
Only a job at the Chum Bucket and Krusty Krab.
Patrick loves to be with his friend SpongeBob.
He always go to Sandy’s to destroy her lab.
Patrick eat and chews on nasty pink gum blob.
Run to Squidward who despises yellow.
Patrick loves to fish at Jellyfish Fields.
Plankton find Patrick to be extremely slow.
Secretes from SpongeBob was very concealed.
Patrick Star does live under a brown rock.
Patrick Star will always give you an shock.
To shield ourselves from the painful truth;
Illusions of hope we often see.
But, this is not for wise men's eyes,
Engaged in a struggle for liberty.
And as for me, I wish to know,
Though anguish the spirit may feel,
The worst and then provide for it.
I'll not pretend. The tyrants real.
I have but only one bright lamp
That my feet are guided by;
That is the lamp of experience.
The past can tell where futures lie.
Let us not be deceived any longer.
Our petitions have caused no change,
Supplications have been disregarded.
Our thoughts now must be rearranged.
And many in vain have the fond hope,
That peace will enfold us once more
Open your eyes fellow patriots!
And see what is truly in store.
If we wish to preserve the freedoms,
That have come from heaven's great light;
I appeal to arms, and the God of host.
For all that is left is to fight.
They tell us, Sir, we are too weak,
To cope with the strength of our foe.
But, when shall we ever be stronger.
The answer I truly don't know.
Will it be in a week or the next year?
As we slide down illusions great slope.
Shall we reach for the means of resistance,
While hugging the phantom of hope.
If we make proper use of the means
That nature has placed in our hand.
And the people are armed with the vision,
Of Liberty here in this land.
Then, the God that presides over nations,
Will raise up the friends that we need.
The battle's not just for the strong,
But for vigilant, brave men indeed.
It's in vain, Sir, to lessen the matter.
Cries for peace, have given us none.
Our brethren stand fast in the field, now.
The battle's already begun.
What is it that gentleman wish for.
Is life thought to be so dear?
To be purchased with chains and slavery.
Forbid it, Dear God! Make it clear.
I know not what course others may take,
But, I'll speak mine until my last breath.
Oppression brings no independence.
GIVE ME LIBERTY! OR GIVE ME DEATH!
~Patrick Swayze: A Great Actor~
(Swap Quatrain)
He stole many hearts, for long time
In "Dirty Dancing" have a good time.
With "North 'n South" I couldn't part.
For long time, he stole many hearts.
We watched him, dancing and fighting
He was a great actor, amazing
I'm so sad, his passing is grim
Dancing and fighting, we watched him.
Forever, remember his name
And roles he played well the same.
He'll live in my heart I do swear
His name remember, forever.
Now he's at rest, left us too soon
Will be missed now that he's gone.
'Cause he was great, one of the best
Left us too soon, now he's at rest.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
Copyright@2009
July.25.2015
Born: Aug 18, 1952 -
Died: Sep 14, 2009
Author's notes:
Well, this summer 2009 its a very sad indeed, for sure.
Another great star who has left our stage.So very sad!
I loved Patrick Swayze and always admired him a lot,he was
such a great actor,a real gentleman and a very nice human being.He
stole hearts in so many of his roles, like in, Ghost, Dirty Dancing,
but especially, in the great epic saga, "North and South" mini-series.
He shall always be missed by so many of his fans around the world.
No more suffering, he's at peace now with God in Heaven.
I'll always remember him in my heart and thoughts.
R.I.P. Patrick! Your glowing star shines in the Heavens forever.
Today we give cheers to St. Paddy
Taken from the sea lake, Lochmaddy
He holds close a shamrock
Trinity clover keychain schlock
Never cotton to a baddy, a saintly laddy
by I Am Anaya
A tough lad born and bred in Lochmaddy
Poor Scottish lad became a priestdaddy
He had what it takes
To rid Eire of snakes
Yelling serpents begone, much thanks to St Paddy
by Robert O'Gorelick
There once was a man who liked Saint Patrick.
He said, "find the lovely matric!".
It was rather a banter.
But not every intruder.
He couldn't say no to the hat trick.
03/07/2021
IV
Matriculation
Back to home, Patrick did go,
For in his heart he knew
It was time to study with the church,
That this he had to do.
He told his parents when he got home
That he must go to France
And with great strength, he again departed,
Tears filling this last glance.
Patrick studied his Latin
And the dogma in Lorraine
And in his learning of the scripture,
He did not have to strain,
His past with his present learning
Melded with great coordination
And before year 428,
Hehad earned his ordination.
Patrick journeyed back to home,
His familiy held a feast
To celebrate his return
And his becoming a priest-
He followed in the footsteps
Of his father and grandpa,
Patrick measured up an equal
To the hope, in him, they saw.
One late summer evening,
Patrick had this dream:
Near the Woods of Foccult
Within a mist shrouding a stream
Came the voice of the Irish people
-Together something tremendous-
Asking him to return there,
To, "Come and walk among us!"
Patrick became aware
That in order to play his part
That God had assigned to him,
He would have to depart
Forever from his homeland
So as to proselytize
The heathen Irish pagans,
Though sorrow filled his eyes.
He knew there would be no return,
He would not see home again
Or sit among his family
In their home upon the fenn,
But this was understood by all,
His parents exuded joy
About this wonderful mission--
They were proud of their boy.
So, for the last time from Britain
Patrick traveled North on foot
To find where he was needed,
Where he was to be put.
This time, his journey was as if
He had never seen
The beauty of the glenns and hollocks
Of the richest, deepest green.
Patrick journeyed long and far
Making camp in the twilight
And as the distance grew
He knew that he was right,
"To help my fellow man
Is why, from home, I've gone."
And every day, his camp was broke
Before the light of dawn.
Patrick lived in Great Britain, his wick,
But when he was sixteen and quick,
Was captured by pirates horrible,
Taken to Ireland adorable,
Where he found god, his walking stick.
Saint Patrick’s Day Morning
The moment the sky begins to lighten
with fire
thoughts of rolling greens
mountains cliffs and seas
The people and traditions
the music of Irish poets and saints
a new language of prayer
When I was just a little boy
Aged seven I had so much joy
In Commander Job I was so fond
He was Ian Fleming's James Bond
A war hero, he's the real McCoy
* When I was seven years old, I had the privilage of staying with
Patrick Dalzel-Job, feel free to copy and paste his link *
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patrick_Dalzel-Job
Alison completed the triathlon in Rio,
With Hazel Smith, her guide athlete,
‘Cos she’s visually impaired, not solo,
And so needs Hazel to see the beat.
She comes from Dunfermline, Scotland,
Hazel comes from Edinburgh, capital,
She loves to sing whilst a cooking hand,
And worked as a physiotherapist vital.
She wanted to be a runner, but injuries,
Prevented this, so she took up triathlon,
With her friends’ persuasion, frivolities,
In 2014 it quickly became her profession.
Alison collected the bronze in Kitzbühel,
Austria, at the ETU European Champs,
And still in that year, 2014, a gold bushel,
In Edmonton at the ITU World Champs.
2015, and Alison struck pure gold again,
At the ETU European Champs, Geneva,
And then at the Chicago ITU World den,
She took for the two of ‘em another silver.
2016 and the ITU Worlds in Rotterdam,
The Netherlands, and Alison won gold;
She trains in Loughborough’s stadium,
And was born in 1987 as eighties bold.
Acrostic - William Patrick Darnell Sr
Willingly loving people as God would do;
Intelligent funny, wittily making you chuckle til blue
Listening with his heart so others can speak their words
Learning what he must, trying not to make a mistake
Ideally, he wouldn't live as he has it was his to make
Aiming toward his stars for some solitude at a sway
Minding his own business, walking down this lonely road.
Paying it forward, for there's no greed to his soul;
Always praying for others and their needs as it foretold
Tries to do what's right when this world is losing its way
Reaching out for a conversation with some play
Ignoring politicians as they do America wrong
Chooses to see and take people for who they are
Kind, mindful, and thoughtful because that's just who he is.
D-reaming dreams, he longs for the life he once lived;
Asking God to Bless his people, always as I pray to Him
Real as he can get, yearning for his late wife, she REST
Nothing fake about him, ask God, through your hearts
Element of surprise is his wisest decision made
Loving himself finally, he hasn't done it for a long time
Learning as he's chosen, with Christ Jesus, by his side.
So it's time I find an end to a good old country song,
Respecting others and living out my days.
~Tribute to Patrick Swayze: A Great Actor~
(Swap Quatrain)
He stole many hearts for long time
In 'Dirty Dancing' have a good time.
With 'North 'n South' I couldn't part
For long time, he stole many hearts.
We watched him dancing and fighting
He was a great actor, amazing!
I'm so sad, his passing is grim
Dancing and fighting we watched him.
Forever remember his name
And roles he played well the same.
He'll live in my heart I do swear
His name I'll recall forever.
Now he's at rest, left us too soon
Will be missed now that he's gone.
'Cause he was great,one of the best
Left us too soon,now he's at rest.
Dorian Petersen Potter
ak ladydp2000
Copyright@2009
August. 28.2017
Author's notes:
Well, this summer, is very sad for sure.
Another great star that leaves our stage.So sad!
I won't say much,I can't right now,but that I loved
Patrick Swayze very much.I liked him he was such a
great actor, gent and man in my opinion.He stole my
heart in many movies, like Ghost,Dirty Dancing, but
especially in North and South.He shall be missed for
sure.I'll miss him and that beautiful smile and grin
of his.No more suffering, he's sleeping now.
R.I.P. Patrick!
I'll always love him and remember him in my heart,
and thoughts forever.
( August /19/1952 - September/ 14/2009 )