Best Pats Poems

**"And his name was Jack"**

No one perceives what abides above the clouds. 
A giant, a harp, maybe golden eggs. 
I demand to see and feel...

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The night air flowed over my breath
The covers not quite keeping me warm
Dreams caressing my past
My lover whispers in my ear

Sweet words, with her loving...

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Our sweet dog Holly lies under our tree
She is wagging her tail so gleefully,

Knocking about the light Christmas tree balls.
She becomes quite shocked as one...

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--- Matamoros, 2:00p.m., December 6, 2014

I sit at this table
(as I have done many times)
wielding a ball-point pen,
with insufficiencies of
thoughts and words --
out of place.
All...

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Writing a poem is like giving birth to a baby.
With the copulation of fancy and thought,
Comes the moment of conception!
 
It swims into you as...

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How long did it take her to be free?

How long did it take
For the wingless dragonfly to finally open her heart to the world

How long...

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HOW OFTEN DO I SAY

My God, 
h o w   o f t e n  do I say that I love you?

Did I...

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My Favorite Animal
A Dog
Yorkshire Terrier 
My Dog Peanut 

A standard Yorkie over sixteen pounds, 
Long silky ash coat with beautiful brown 
Blond mane. Fast, energetic,...

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A CHILD’S CHRISTMAS EVE

A child’s in thought by a cozy fire
His dog stretched out at hearthside
Big sister and a friend fun-gone
On a frosty  ...

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Santa's reindeer went down with the flu 
He panicked thinking what can I do
So he used all his charm
Borrowed cows from a farm
Not the answer...

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Tender pats of a grateful mum
Saved from deaths door and sure scorching
The heat and ash were so close to overpowering
When a savior reached out and...

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Pecking quick, a parting kiss
Pumping legs, a train to miss
Lovers waving, strangers pass
Tears and hugs a whistle blast 
Scanning papers on news stands
Pats on backs...

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A cursed thing whose time has come
       and I find myself with hate.
I'm not yet ready and the clock...

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There is omniscient God
And there is Ultra Sound Lady
And then there is Me
With 24 hours left ahead to wonder.

Two of the three knows my fate.

Cool...

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Wealth dreams of sunshine, as I gallop through fields,
welcome is the rain endless sea of amber it yields.

Through sea of fresh, clean, golden wheat,
new dried...

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