Best Tricia Poems
T-ill the end of time,
R-emain faithful and steadfast,
I-n spite of trials.
C-omplete the great race
I-n life set by the Lord God,
A-s you obey Him.
Topic: Birthday of Tricia R. Marantal (April 24)
Form: Acrostic Choka
Categories:
tricia, birthday,
Form:
Choka
wind swirls all about
lighting flashes thunder crashes
tis' such a stormy night
I can almost touch the light
as I take flight to my feet
I wonder why I left my seat
then comes the calm of the storm
wind dies, the souls cry and the earth shakes in it's wake
why did he let the storm come
was it just to shake us up maybe he sick of us all
he is the seeker of truth and light
so why must he send down rain with all his might
Tricia Bernard
Categories:
tricia, analogy, angel, anger, bible,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
A gift from a stranger, his name is Reefer;
we know right away that he's a keeper.
We re-name him Rugby so as not to confuse;
his condition suggests that he's been abused.
Anticipating a squabble, we bring in the cat;
he sprawls and yawns, refused to combat.
He never barks, he doesn't bite or growl;
until the cat decides to eat from his bowl.
Rugby walks behind her, emits one deep Woof;
Tricia jumps straight up, leaves with no reproof.
They co-exist peacefully, eat with never a tiff;
they need no policing, if you catch my drift.
Categories:
tricia, arabic, cat, dog, pets,
Form:
Couplet
This is a poem about me My name I Tricia
I don't like being me cause I am sick in the head
I have had brain surgery and it makes it hard to spell and ryme
And in poetry we all know these are thing that are a must
And having said this I must confess that spell check can't help with word unless you
get enough letter for help and if not you are just SOL
Before I got sick I was quite quick with my wit
But the doctor zig when he shoud have zag and scrammled my egg
So there just ain't enough sourdough starter to make my bread rise anymore
I struggle with every poem I turn out and if it places I am happy
But if not I don't write to win I won when I posted I complete
So if you see a poem by me think that she has had a hard time in getting it here
If you do decide to read be a dear
Comment without care I wear BIG GIRL PANITES you can knock them down
If you dare I will just pull them back up, climb on my high horse, and write away
Tricia
9/12/2014
Categories:
tricia, allusion, betrayal, cute love,
Form:
I lost my camel and now I am on foot
Why couldn't I just stay where I was put
I lost my ride now I might die
Why was it all because I told a lie
I really don't know why I have walked so long I think I see a pie
Help me someone this is what I need I think I just need some more weed
Well if this is a dream I see then don't wake me until I get a drink
I think what I need indeed is still out there let us wonder among the sand and the sun
Until someone calls for us to come into the shade and celabrate maybe have a prade
Tricia Bernard
9/15/14
Categories:
tricia, allusion, animal, courage, desire,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
I could recall the
epic journey of my
ancestors
With palm oil in
their lips and kola
nut in their mouths.
They all wore the
ancestral rope down
on their waist
down the mountain of
wisdom and bravery
To fight for the
freedom through the
ancient call.
Wisdom and
perfection were with
them.
Courage were their
backbone
They were bound to
the journey.
They were champions
of all time,
Heroes who fought
merrily for their
generation to come
they Harvested the
roses of the
paradise and grown
them in my village.
Pretty roses, king
of all flowers are
grown in my humble
land.
Champions are breed
under a glorified
atmospheric
condition in my
village.
Pretty ladies with
dark ski, long hair,
pointed nose,
beautiful body
White set of teeth
and dimples are
breed there
Under the motionless
passion of love.
Wisdom are made in
my home town
Love grows strong in
the eastern
heartland.
Bravery dwells in
the southern home
where the black
liquid lives.
Have you heard of
Chinua Achebe, Wole
Soyinka, Niyi
Osundare,Femi
OSofisan, Olu
Oguibe, Buchi
Emecheta, SEfi
Attah, Helo Habila,
Teju Cole, Flora
Nwapa, Adaobi
Tricia, J P Clark,
Ben Okri, OBinna
Eruchie, Chimamanda
Adichie, Saro Ken
Wewi, Akachi
Adimora?
They are roses from
my village.
With the spirit of
"NIgerism" they
stand tall, unshaken
They speak louder
and clearer upon the
mountains,
They lifted their
body and soul to
work
And break through
discrimination and
rejection.
To tell the world
that Nigerian could
do better.
They were crucified
by thought and
change
Passion for
greatness, air of
change, they breath.
There are still
undying roses within
speaking silently
Waiting for the
right time to strike
the match box
Waiting for an angel
to emerge like the
village voice
To speak perfectly
to the world.
Roses are grown in
my village.
Categories:
tricia, love,
Form:
Narrative
Cares for all sick people
Acts strong when faces fear
Never ever give up all
Can keep going no matter what
Everyone can count on you
Run through all the bad
9/19/14
Tricia Bernard
Categories:
tricia, cancer, caregiving, change, courage,
Form:
Acrostic
Gardening is planting the seed in hope that it will grow and blossom
All things will blossom with time and sunshine
Roads can get bumpy when it rains but you can weather the storm
Don't let to much water fall from you can it can ruin the roots
Even if you don't mean to you still can neglect you plant
Never give up on your plant even when it looks like it's dying
I will give it plenty of time and attention and I will talk to it too
Need to give it plenty of space when transplanted so as not to anger
Grow with all my heart till it will burst open
The Sweetest Touch Contest
10/7/2014
Tricia Bernard
Categories:
tricia, beautiful, earth, emotions, flower,
Form:
Acrostic
Her name is Apogee Sausalito,
she is tiny, feisty and black;
when she romps with Tricia,
she thinks she's a cat.
The crafty feline hides
on the dining room chair;
'round and 'round the table,
the dog circles her there.
Behind the tablecloth,
the cat keeps watch;
reaches out with her paw,
and gives S'Lito a swat.
It's a game they both love;
each day's regular routine,
we enjoy their frisky antics
with morning coffee and cream.
Categories:
tricia, animal, cat, dog, morning,
Form:
Quatrain
Go to the wall and read the names
Go to the wall and stand
Go to the wall and shed a tear
For those that saved our land.
Stand by the wall and read the dates
Stand by the wall and cry
Stand by the wall and realise it’s now
That men and women die.
Trace your finger on a map of the world
Trace your finger on stone
Trace your finger over your heart
For we don’t fight alone
Tell them it’s not just history
Tell them of our sorrow
Tell them it’s still happening now
Sacrifice for our tomorrow
Go to the wall and wear your poppy
Go to the wall and pray
Go to the wall and shed a tear
For war won’t go away.
Tricia Lucas-Clarke
30th October 2017
The National Memorial Arboretum is a national site of remembrance at Alrewas, near Lichfield, Staffordshire,
Categories:
tricia, remembrance day, veterans day,
Form:
Rhyme
Only now I realise that summer has finished
Cold mornings and foggy skies
The early evening light diminished
Orange leaves dance like butterflies
Baked pumpkins, carved faces
Excited children, ghostly places
Reward with treats or a trick in store.
Tricia Lucas-Clarke
For contest - Fall
Categories:
tricia, seasons,
Form:
Acrostic
Tuff and tender hearted
Realistic
Idealistic
Caring
Incredible
Alive
Bashful
Eloquent
Resourceful
Naughty
Above faithful
Responsive
Dissatisfied
Tricia Bernard
10/8/2014
I am a BRAIN CANCER/ BRAIN SURGERY savior I only know what is left is what you get of me and it tis not much. With this I impart a little more knowledge. I still have cancer it has not grown any more but I have it ck. every 6 mos. so I will have my next check up in March Yah for me!
Categories:
tricia, cancer, emotions, encouraging, image,
Form:
Acrostic
Love
Inspire
Venture
Enjoy
Tricia Bernard
10/7/2014
Categories:
tricia, emotions, inspiration, life,
Form:
Acrostic
Flames to high and wide
Heat hot it melts the human souls
Only one can reign there
Lucifer is in control of all souls
He will win down there
If only the flames could burn to ash
Lucifer never stops his torture
Tricia Bernard
9/22/14
Categories:
tricia, dark, emotions, evil, fire,
Form:
Choka
Light in the eyes
out at sunrise
it truly is no surprise
riding out to check the lines
my my I do have a sore behind and tired mine
it 's not easy being greasy
so please don't try to understand a cowboys life
it is no wonder why he has no wife of course
all he has to keep him warm is a guitar and a song
for he is alone
while he sits upon his horse thinking of love loss
and time gone he is old with nothing to show
all that he is and once was is forgotten
now all that is left is just tee shirt,jeans with hole and boots that if they could talk
what tales they would tail
of nights spent in jail
kicking up dust
women he couldn't trust
Tricia Bernard
7/2/14
Categories:
tricia, brother, conflict,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry