Pat Poems - Poems about Pat

People come and people go and how the times do change but something here needs to be done it should be rearranged preachers pundits politicians won't ever set things right the man in the street can make a difference if he takes up the fight so many souls lost at sea tho' they're on dry land action speaks louder than words they need a helping hand and...

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Story of pat, Can you hear the sirens? The old mans values engulfed with burning lust of minors, Patrick’s family left in suspense & deprived, Waiting to hear news, if their son is alive. Peter 5:8 of the bible reads the devil walks among us, I have met him in a house on fifth street living just behind us, Across the road...

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Another hallowed arrow from his quivers One of cricket’s greatest shiver givers Coursing down your spine like rivers Fine line..never dithers as slivers Of adversaries hopes on the ropes..withers Tipples tickle our livers The latest tropes of how Somehow…anyhow won’t kowtow Postman Pat delivers Matinee idol looks tease Record books hooks please Finds batters crannies & Nooks with such ease Impeccable length…metronomic Chin music chagrin Such strength..astronomic Gift...

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Sending you get well wishes your way To help you get through each trying day Relax, time and rest will heal your pain And the sun will shine for you again. Stay positive, strong and have no fear Better days are sure to soon be here A teddy bear in claret and blue Is sat at home, just waiting for you. You...

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Beach Music, Pat Conroy’s voice in flavors Of raspberry ice and chocolate paradise Mists blowing across the waters, soundless Yet aching so that every heart felt blessed By his melancholic treasure, the history of a sea Who restored peace and awakened the night Blowing winds who waved to the shores Silencing the darkness and flooding the heart With a flowing light, a flutter...

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trumpeting the deportation of Tren de Aragua killers only one democrat stood up, few even clapped if congress isn’t united about that it’s a good thing the president’s not standing pat ...

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There once was a lass who waddled. She liked running, but she dawdled. ...

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You’re so much artificial fur. You, little bear, do not communicate, not a word, not a single utterance. Yet I speak to you, tap your nose, pat your head - gently, of course. I call you Mr Titch - yes, a name! You have been at table with me, sitting in a bar, I with others. Should I have said we? Yes, we were...

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Rat-a-tat and pit-a-pat! ‘Pon my word! Pit-a-pat and rat-a-tat! It’s a bird – A woodpecker knocking! Loudest I’ve heard! His noise shocking!. Thrashing the habitat. His visage mocking....

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You ran across the hall, I stood infront our schools mall. Hm, shall I buy the chocolate bread or Snack Bar though? How much money do I even have with me, I think my bag is low. I felt a gently pull from a little blond haired kid. Confused I looked around the myth. A other kid with a...

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Pat the potato just sat in the ground Wondering if he would ever be found He couldn’t see anything there in the earth So spent his days praying for all he was worth Then the ground heaved as a metal spade dug And Pat knew that soon he’d be snug as a bug A new human home is what life is...

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in my colourful world of lego, there was once a clash of big egos, postman and fireman blocked road halfway! Pat and Sam two old friends had a fray! Sam said as fireman, he had the right, Pat said I agree there is no fight! My van has stopped with front flat tyre, would not block your way to a fire! shall guide...

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the second Pat walks into the room I sense the cloud that is over her head It is gray, gloomy, full of grouse and gripes She does not have to open her mouth for me to recognize it is there a storm ready to burst open flooding the room with negativity trying to flush away all laughter and mirth I run from the...

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no one can bake, cook, or grill like pierre panda, someone said. his recipes are exquisitely tasty, all up in his head. He learned it from his grandma Maria Marla Maghetti You should taste his lasagna, French bread and spaghetti! cooks cuisine like the French, his Italian background imperative. Pierre’s recipe book is a full-blown in-mind keen narrative he experiments with...

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Pitty Pat the wonder cat Ate more than a gutter rat A wonder but really fat Beaten with a baseball bat Now there's no more Pitty Pat I wonder wonder where she's at Under ground or in a vat Or eaten by that gutter rat...

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