Long Trish Poems

Talk to the Dead 
When you talk to the dead,
They give you advice,
Buzz on your finger,
lightly touch once or twice,

I told Trish about dead Joan's Goldfish,
In her fish pond swimming pool,
When a loud voice said...

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It's a PICKLE PARTY and you're being invited!
Return your RSVP saying you'll be delighted
to attend. Don't forget to bring your sunscreen
so, you can keep your lovely shade of green.

The pool will be open, so you...

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Spring Road is quiet except for the dog
Ginger chases the deer and barks at the road
As the snow shines like diamonds in darkness, with the moon hanging low
Christmas came earlier this year than most
And I...

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This is a gift for Kassandra, who needed a poem to place on a gift for her mother...
I was more then happy to try and give you what you needed....Hope you like it
A Poem for...

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Finest Hour
Glasgow guitar band His latest Flame                            ...

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Way back yonder 
In my younger days 
When I had a lot of hair 
And some funny ways 
With mama in the kitchen 
And me making a wish 
And the joy in my heart 
When...

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We seek in vain for answers to life beyond the pale,
And thought we never find them we look to no avail,
I think we had a contract tween Mark and Wayne and me,
To spend some time...

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 The gift of friendship arises,to be built on step by step
                     the good feelings...

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I really love my Aunty;
Honestly, I do.
Even though she teases me,
I'm sure she loves me too.

My sister had her wedding.
It was quite the fancy do.
Aunty whispered in my ear,
"That will soon be you."

Trish is very...

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The bent finger curse…

So I used to visit this hot little chick,
With a momma nasty just a bit,
She shook her crooked finger bent,
Says “I’m the one who pays the rent,”
And banned I was indeed,

But passions...

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The heart aches for forgiveness
And the soul weeps of misery
The rain is crying tears of blood
The wind is howling of deep sorrow
Why won't the pain stop
The knife driving in deeper
Jagged memories flash before her
Petrified of...

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This is dedicated to all of those Hurricane Harvey victims.  This is also dedicated to those who inspired me to write it and share it - so thanks to:  Angela McDowell, Trish Wooten...

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Trish n Joan
In life you sometimes do see,
 A person almost identical, gee,
The funny laugh the little quirks,
One like the other smirks,
 almost identically,
then one is drawn to the other,
Greenslopes hospital to die for one,
Age...

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Johnathan, Innsley, Marie, and Paul ---
Tom, Trish, Bea, and Jack:  all of them.
Black, white, asian; Jew, gentile, zen...
Sex, art, love, mores revolved,
entering ever-shallower circles of discovery.
Clear ice cubes clanked on glass;
religion, sex, quality imported...

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When you wake
To the morning light
Just remember,
All the battles you had to fight
To get where you're at
Today and Tomorrow
For is it worth it
To go back to that sorrow.

When you go
About your day
Look around, 
And don't...

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Leanne was a farm girl at heart
She loved playing with her special cow
She used to eat her mums freshly made tart
Leanne didn't like her brothers sow

Oliver used to make the oil 
Dan made the juice
Oliver...

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there once was a duck
who had no luck
her parents cruelly named her chuck
she liked to play in the muck
unfortunately the poor thing was hit by a truck

there once was a fish
he lived in a dish
his...

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Written by Gail DeBole on June 1, 2012
Updated on March 14, 2020

There once was a sweet lady named Trish.
Was a Mrs., but looked like a Miss.
So skillful and strong.
No task took her long.
She was done...

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Young Jesi Naomi channeling Trish Roland 
incarnate professedly. Hour: you dead now?
Tuba bongo blues like a freight train serenade 
in the American night. You slammed life against 
the wall, slammed it. Drank it down 
with...

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