Best Patronize Poems
It was a long time ago, in another age
Where the shifting of the wind
Knew where I began
A place so far away,
Somewhere distant, in childhood country
Before the fog had set in,
Before time lost all trace of me
Where have they gone?
Those merry dancers with whom I played?
When we were queens of the carnival, kings of the parade?
Before being dethroned to mid-life corners
Hearing the music, without playing the drums
They tell me to take this age with grace
Yet everywhere I turn, is young
I'm still the same, I have not changed
I lived a time where love was wild and thoughts were too
With high regard, when eyes were glued
Now inside I'm torn in two...the old and the new
Trapped between this nowhere place
Myself and someone else
Until each barrier becomes a bridge...
Have I been shaped too square by passing years, to fit in circle's place?
My memory recalls those beautiful tomorrows
Now long buried in yesterday's ground
There are other ways to measure time
Besides growing older and graying hair
Recorded music fills the room
Left playing from an earlier time
When October skies showed fading traces
Of empty days and sad old faces
The "others" of whom I had no fear
Now those shadowed remnants from my past
Are stalking at my heels
Will somebody care to ask? Will anyone need my mind?
Is there something they want to tell me?
Will they patronize, or just be kind?
Care enough, make me useful, give me value, call me beautiful?....
Not yet the age I'll someday be
Still, I feel the sting of losing me
How I ache for all those love songs
How I ache for someone needing, someone pleading...
For advice....for my worth, for an answer, will they want me?
How it haunts me.....Will they see me?
Touching me....reminding me of who I am................not just who I was...
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Oh, no, he best not patronize me on Valentines.
If I must dramatize appreciation, I shall agonize.
Each year, he thinks chocolates will rationalize
spending his time guarding the sofa so it won’t rise,
while my cooking and housework threaten to paralyze
all I am behind my victimized and exhausted eyes.
Unless he bears one, one way ticket for me to paradise
or procures a gift he ingests that will tranquilize,
he can stuff candy hearts in his behind so gelatinized.
The last time I fell for that darned, deceiving cupid
I committed to him and living my life forever stupid.
... CayCay Jennings
January 28, 2017
When yesterday’s song forfeited rhythm
And past surrendered to dreams undone,
Spontaneous clamor of poignant echoes
Shattered her image in saddened mirror
Disillusioned by her heart’s revelation.
Merely clinging to clutches of hope
In tomorrow’s beats yesteryears roared
Willing to patronize fixation of love,
Though it was just an optical illusion
In lovelorn expanse of parched desert.
In intrigue of his chivalry she implored
When his seasons evoked spring blossoms
And horizons charmed sunny summers—
Until she realized how spurious glitter
Sparkles from the heart of faux gemstones.
Dismayed, she exits at portal to nowhere
Forced to navigate in sea of despair
When he parted for a new destination.
Expansive is the realm of her new world
Where mixed emotions anxiously ponder,
Yearning tangible results from intangible future
Holding fate accountable to promises of yore.
January 28, 2020
Placed 2nd: Eight word challenge 1, 2020 poetry contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Required words are used in following order:
spontaneous, revelation, patronize, fixation,
intrigue, portal, navigate, tangible
HM: Strand choice 12 contest by Brian Strand
How is it possible, to be "awful" and "amazing" at the same time?
Please don't find me "annoying" as I ponder your "grim" and "gruesome".
There is something quite "delightful" about seeing you so "frightened"!
It is "fortunate" that we crossed paths, "finding" you is most certainly a sign.
For you I have erected a "monolith" here under the blue moon.
At its very centre I will look upon your pure white "oval" face.
I will know pleasure as I gaze into your stunning "opaque" eyes.
It is so very wonderful to see how you are "opening" up to me!
I will not "patronize" you for you will be the "pride" of my garden.
This is merely a simple "prelude" to our very precious time together.
I know removing your face will seem "vicious", but know l will be gentle.
If I'm kind you won't be "vindictive"! Instead you'll love me and I'll be "Victorious"!
For Shadow's "Make a Poem *2Contest."
I used quotes for the words because my iPad doesn't allow me to bold words on Poetry Soup.
I wrote this piece from a serial killers perspective, I guess I've watched to many episodes of "Criminal Minds".
Sleep eludes me as I fidget in bed upon wrinkled sheets
annoyed with the pensive fixation roving inside my head
I hear his offensive words as they echo in my heartbeats
Spontaneous fraying of nerves, an unraveling of thread
Somehow, I had to navigate through this turbulent water
and find an open portal to serve as threshold to wallow
There was nothing tangible to grasp, so I began to totter
Though I choke on the edge of anguish, a scream I swallow
Suddenly a light burned bright. I was awash in revelation
My thoughts were retrospective and aroused by intrigue
I'd not allow him to patronize me in curses of defamation
I slept peacefully, no longer stressed and battling fatigue
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Not contest bound, but written with a nod to John Hamilton
for using the eight words he requires for his contest.
Spontaneous Tangible Patronize Revelation
Portal Navigate Fixation Intrigue
Opaque moon our beacon in the night's darkness
In the museum of time the nocturnal hours
are the most annoying.
We creep in the monolith shadows
hiding from the vicious and vindictive.
Frightened by the grim and gruesome
blown out of proportion by fear
and everything that's awful.
We look to the oval moon as a prelude
for delightful daylight.
We take pride and feel fortunate in finding
the dawn, blushing bright, victorious.
We patronize the amazing opening of day,
drawn to her light.
For Shadow's
Make a Poem *2
N/A’d
Darkness versus Light is the theme
Use all the words listed below
*Awful, *amazing, *annoying.
*grim, *gruesome, *delightful.
*frightened, *fortunate, *finding.
*monolith, *moon, *museum.
*oval, *opaque, *opening.
*patronise, *pride, *prelude.
*vicious, * vindictive, *victorious.
I navigate my computer, through the portal keys below. Spontaneous ideas are coming, faster than my fingers can type. As I read my tangible words, amazement sets in. What I just wrote is a revelation, or could it be a fixation. The intrigue is killing me, as I write away. Oh ideas do not patronize me, for you are here to stay.
Honorable Mention 4/2/2020 STRAND CHOICE X ,any form, any theme Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Brian Strand Written Date: 3/31/2020
ivory skin with ebony eyes,
you feel my silky skin;
just hypnotize, don’t patronize,
find my darkness hidden within.
feed my hunger with your sin,
quench my thirst with those lies;
don’t rescind, I’ll be your heroine-
until the black dove flies...
until the black dove flies.
May 30, 2017
The electricity between us
was spontaneous
Which did intrigue me
because I never thought it tangible....
Others would patronize me
for this love happened so fast
Only until some had a revelation did they
see our love was true
Others had a fixation and
if they didn't navigate
through these thoughts in
the right way they were
destined to fall into a portal
of denial never seeing the truth
Sponsor:John Hamilton
Contest: 8 word challenge
Date:1/26/2020
locked in the portal of memory
you navigate and ingress my mind
through the passage of tangible thoughts
that still have the ability to choke me
with the power that lies in lifeless hands
i still hear the echoes of your voice
patronize me from beyond the shadows
that stalk from restless graves
an utterance of words that still burn
in spontaneous little bursts
through to the core of my soul
sometimes your revelation in dreams
has a way to intrigue more than frighten me
the fixation of your eyes locked in stares
angrily piercing through the depths of mine
trying to shatter my heart again and again
while awaiting trails of my tears to fall
against my quivering lips
in a kiss of bitterness
that never comes
in this numbness
you already caused
instead i awaken
unscathed
January 18, 2020
Eight word challenge
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Four years blind-sighted I followed your growing shadow
Hand on heart, bright lights luminated our pathway
Without even knowing it's changed
I walked beside you in darkness.
Only you know if it was Real or not,
I cannot tell anymore.
How dense was the substance behind your words "I love you"
Doing anything and everything for them, I learned that was love.
Do you know my heart?
All I saw was you, I should've known better
But all my heart knew was to love you
In the moments we shared together, I wanted to give you my all.
Love entrenched in my soul
Giving me strength to accomplish anything, for Us.
I’d erase even all your painful memories.
Laughter and hardship together, my bright smile to change your world.
If happiness was truly deep-woven into your heart
You would have fought.
No battle to begin with,
Fate has played a trick on us.
Feelings showered of happiness was truly false
For you to let go/surrender so easily
Our time together has been a disguise how unhappy you were
This path shouldn’t have been walked on
Little by little, small memories are being drawn inside our hearts
I'll demand my heart to stop feeling those pricks
Unconditional is only a word
I cannot be with someone who looks at love so little.
We could have found success together
You fool
P.S. Don't patronize me that our time together was only a good moment.
LAMENT FOR GRETA
Her reaction was spontaneous as of youth
With emotion’s certainty near tangible
Sought to patronize and brook no other truth
Revelation that she knew must be infallible
Through the portal of the ether her word spread
She would navigate with skill above her league
Little known beyond fixation in her head
She was just a puppet in a great intrigue
Twelve years on should Earth still flourish spite all strife
Will she bless not curse that vapour that brings life
On Being Eighty
Do not smile and pat me on the head
Because I’m eighty
Do not treat me as though I were a child
Because I’m eighty
Do not assume that I am
Not as bright as you
Or that my opinion doesn’t count
Because I’m eighty
Do not talk about me
As though I weren’t there
Because I’m eighty
Do not roll your eyes to heaven
When I complain and please...Please
Don’t call me dearie
Just because I’m eighty
I have lived through the Depression,
The birth of television
The invention of the microwave,
Modern air travel,
Space ships, Man on the moon,
WW2, Korea, Vietnam, the Gulf War and Iraq
While holding down numerous jobs
And raising a family.
All this without
Cell Phones, Ipods, Nannies,
Personal Trainers and Botox!
So please…my dear
Do not patronize me
Because I’m eighty
Indeed…celebrate with me
Just BECAUSE I’m eighty!
Copyright© 2008 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)
Native Speaks Truths
She's not your princess or your squaw;
She is respected clan mother of the Chippewa.
He's not your chief, buck, or redskin:
He is a proud warrior of the Algonquin.
We're not your fashion trend or mascot;
We are the original peoples, have you forgot?
Racism comes to us in many ways;
Often disguised with passive aggressive praise.
You demand that we forgive and forget;
And with your good book you preach and beset.
You say to stop living in the past;
But continue to treat us as social outcasts.
You claim that you've learned from what your ancestors did;
Yet you repeat it world wide and the truths forbid.
You judge my frustration and anger with ease;
But continue selfish ways and to do as you please.
You celebrate men who massacred my tribe;
Your holidays confirm your need to inscribe.
You cry that you are the current day victim;
That reversed racism is your affliction.
You moan that we don't understand what it's like;
But your greed has caused the mistrust and dislike.
All the while you refuse to admit;
That what you ignore is what you permit.
Are you so different than those that turned away;
While my people were the cavalry's prey?
How much have you really changed;
When history repeats and so much is still the same?
Perhaps you only wish to silence my voice;
Because guilt today can be a weapon of choice.
Does white privilege still exist today;
Do you still want us to assimilate and obey?
If I am bitter it is with good cause;
It is because you continue with hypocrisy and faux pas.
Should one day you learn that all lives truly matter;
I will consider forgiving the lives you have shattered.
When you can learn to love the brown, black, yellow, and red;
I will then forget the broken promises and the massacres you've led.
Until that day do not patronize me with lies;
I will only believe what I see with my own eyes.
When colonization is no longer forced upon;
We can then let bygones be bygones.
By: Darlene Doll Smith
A New Football Season
Fall football season has finally come upon us,
It’s time for wives across the nation to raise a fuss.
This usually happens once each year,
From the beginning of the season, ‘til the last cheer.
No one knows what makes them hate this game,
Maybe it’s the gender that we should blame.
An easy chair, a coke and turn on the set,
An exciting football game is as good as it can get.
All the wives are on a shopping spree,
When they come home there will be an afternoon tea.
We want to patronize them any way we can,
This way they have fallen into our game plan.
We try very hard to keep them satisfied,
But they’re out to spoil our game, they won’t be denied.
No more game today, I sit out in the yard with my T.V.,
I look over and see my clothes are right beside me.
She tossed me out just as easy as pie,
I never knew that she could be so spry.
Now the season is over, it’s come to an end,
She allowed me to come home so I could begin to mend.
©2010 Lynn B. Glover