Best Patti Poems

Mother,daughter,walking,talking,
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Brenda Gail 
I am Compassionate, love and breathe poetry, humorous and a peace maker.
Sister of Patti Lynne, Paul, David and Beth.
I love children (more), I...

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Having another crisis,
and feeling overwhelmed,
Kim stared at the bottle, 
with all the pills,
feeling depressed and dismayed,
she felt she couldn't live another day…
Reaching for the bottle,
screwing...

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Ebony shades glisten in the sun
Black curls downy and soft attract everyone
Tiny tots stroke my hair 
touch my nose. tweak my ear.


I watch my friend...

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The Fifties...Music

The music of the fifties…well, what can I say…
was heaven here on earth compared with that today.
Romantic, lovely sentiments of heart and soul,
with poems...

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The radio plays their song
And two hearts beat as one
To the rhythm of a tune they call their own.
The gold and platinum vinyl spins
Creating the...

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into the darkness we shall find peace;
into our lands so long ago....
we are now above everything else;
as a sermon waits for our...

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The house is empty, my husband is at work,
I am sitting with my dog just relaxing when
PBS television broadcasts a music special.
Oh all those Motown...

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The Babysitter

Little Patti Mouse
Use to come into my house
And Mom and Dad would leave
And Patti would be mean.

She was the babysitter.
We couldn't do a thing.
We...

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Baby,

You have become a fixture in my mind...
treading lightly... meaningfully...  with purpose.
with each traverse, the words and wisdom you impart
leave an indelible print..for one...

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On the Seventh Day,
 it is often written,
often said,
that the creator rested....... 
I BEG TO DIFFER!!!!

Fore I believe that on the seventh day,
that he set...

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To the Mothers and the Fathers
(for David, Patti and Chandler)
By Franklin Price

To the mothers and the fathers
For the children you have raised
Who went to the...

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In the theater, Ms. Patti LuPone
Asked some patrons, who’d certainly known,
To adjust what did look
Like not quite by-the-book
Masks on faces so noses weren’t shown.

They refused...

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Memories of Monkey Bridge

on summer days 
when heat rippled over
the lawn and jewel-like gardens
momma would emerge 
from the front door, our only door, 
with a...

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(If I could spit venom, this paper would hiss.)

I cant sleep,
it's dark and i can feel your memory biting
my eyes are sore with the persistence...

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