Best Patron Poems

Copper in color and also by name 
Was this fuzzy warm patron of canine fame
Wandering the grounds that were right next door
He loved to walk the boards of a little country store

The occasional stranger with 
a smile and a treat
And the everyday favorites he waited...

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Dragon was having a bad time; nothing was going right, one day.
First, he tried to cut the ribbon for the new library… in his name.
A breeze made him sneeze, sending sparks going, you know where.
It all went up, immediately, with lots of colored, flames in...

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Paint me Saintly, my actions lately
Have shown such cause a'plenty
My Quarters stately, my Morals greatly
Unfazed by thoughts of many
Still in search of the Peace I've wanted-
Looking, tracking; intent to find!
But by my former self I am haunted,
Lurking not more than two feet behind......

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I don't often greet 
disciples 
of Midnight anymore.

I'm so empty, so hungry
for places more vast 
than what my mind contains,
so weary 
of being the keeper 
of my own fate.

I still wonder what truths
are concealed 
behind burnished seals 
of constellations

but I'm too tired 
to witness the...

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(Dedication: This poem is for My Dear Patron who bought me 
a 1-year premium membership. I say: "Thank You" to my 
Anonymous patron and friend for this very kind gesture.)


Thank you so much
For your kind touch;
Thank you dear friend
For this fine spend.

I just wrote verse
A...

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Sorry dear patron

The credits have now rolled and stopped
and the screen curtains have come down

This afternoon's matine performance
is over and done

Unfortunately that for you means it's 
time to leave

The cleaning staff now have a job to
do clean up the auditorium to make
it ready for this...

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No one ever had a more devoted super patron.
He marveled at every painting and poem I thought up.
He cheered at each of my gaudy crazy color choices,
He toasted all my thoughts with a golden glass tribute cup.

He wanted to buy all, the first time I...

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Cold Morpheus snowflakes descended all night
You blinked them away with amphetamine tears,
A veil so defiantly, sugary white
When the whole sleeping world disappears;
For who will remember your un-ravaged face
When you stood like a child at the edge of the park?
You may leave no particular trace
As you...

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Shamrocks 
Covered in green
Irish dances what scene
Little men with black hats 
Rolling around laughing on their backs 
“Erin go brah” to you I say 
No one can do it like the Irish this day
A mug of green beer 
For good times and cheer 
And Fiddle...

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she moves slower but not her smile
her heart speaks in rhythmic sage
her umbrella is her hands of praise
accepting a bouquet of flowery rain

5/11/2019...

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Dusk mourns the death of Sol with scarlet tears,
while a crimson sun slowly disappears.
And Luna rises in a starlit sky
as Venus and Mars bid daylight goodbye.

Gaia's long been a patron of the arts;
honing Her talent for touching our hearts.
Sunrise morphs into a phenomenon,
as pastel pigments...

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He was flaming when he alighted in my mind
I was horrified, not realizing I had a talent
You have two he informed me
And I am the patron judge of both
I decided to look him up later

Pay attention! He said. 
You are to write; I rolled my...

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I think the patron saints have all been left for dead.
The lies have all been said,
and payments been arranged.

The depositions all went down behind the scenes.
The clergy spilled the beans,
but somehow the guilty never found

Have you heard of Jesus?
He was very wise,
now he lives up...

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To be a patron of your art,
In waking, sleeping play a part,
In one sweet dream, God dreams for you;
Though not my will, but His, be true.

And if by chance I see your face,
Or find a dream inside your space,
Where art and poems overlap?
Perchance my poem...

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She had talked her uncle into being her money patron at last.
He encouraged her to purchase skeins of yarn; it was a blast!
She kept telling him that she was making something for him.
She would have one idea, then go off on another whim.

Have you finished...

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