Patently Poems

One Very Bitter Pill

The pains of those ailments that grab us at will 
Once better, like stalkers, can linger on still 
But it’s patently true that life’s bitterest pill
Is the pain when it’s someone you love that is ill

When struck down, bedridden, we try to be brave
Though we feel our survival might be a close shave
But we’d gladly accept our God’s beckoning wave
If that keeps our loved one away from their grave

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And so when I hear that slight tremor of fear
No hug and no words for the one I hold dear
Can bring forth a smile full of genuine cheer
And that forehead kiss… conceals my own tear

At night, to the God in whom I don’t believe
I sheepishly say, “I don’t want her to leave.”
I snuggle up close, I’m not ready to grieve
And I smile in the morning as I hear her breathe

The doctors I’ve trusted I must trust in still
For they’ll mend her again; I’m sure that they will
But it’s patently true that life’s bitterest pill
Is the pain when it’s someone you love that is ill

Now you ask who can I be - A Riddle

Some say I'm soulful,
Others the Devils tool,
One minute I might find you doleful,
The other acting quite the fool.

Yet that's patently unfair,
One aspect that I can't abide,
For I'm as pure as the morning air,
A child of the gentle ocean tide.

You may not think I live, but live I do,
Spawned in my cocoon of flames,
I thrive, but then die too,
Often amongst angst and conflicting claims.

My pedigree is strong,
Admired and always wanted,
With me you simply can't go wrong,
At times even something to be flaunted.

Your forebears held me close,
I'm privy to their secrets,
Through me their lifeline flows,
Despite them lying with the crickets.

I'm a chameleon, color is my muse,
I change according to my company,
Treat me well, never abuse,
For at my core a fragile symphony.

Where I came from no one knows,
But the world is my own oyster,
Having neither friends nor foes,
Life itself is what I foster.

Now you ask, who can I be
Someone quite so clearly needed,
Look around and you might see,
Generations that preceded.

Questions 4 Later 2 Answer

A person of substance who has morals and character
Having this about their persona questioned by someone 
Least of all someone completely lacking such characteristics 
Will can and would never ever be able to understand
Exactly what that would mean and do to someone who has 
It's like trying to explain to someone
What it is like to be loved and to feel loved
You either are or you quite patently aren't
2 individual all of which are people 
But are worlds apart in terms of individual feelings
And relative perspective on what actually 
adds any true value or meaning in life
Until in the very end eventually 1 finds oneself
Revisiting a dearly departed loved ones diary
Questioning realistically has all that has gone before
Really in fact bitten the dust 
Or just covered it up

Tattered

Tattered like an old love letter
Grasped too often in withered fingers
Folded and unfolded in an effort to remember
A long ago romance and those secret trysts
Beneath bowers of summer flowers
And too soon ended by elders
Shocked and scandalized by a love
They could not fathom and could not endure
Existing in the shadows of unsanctioned socialties.

The words in the letter are faded
But what does that matter to the eyes
Of the aged whose life has been tattered
And torn and then reborn in the image
Of what was patently proper in the minds
Of the neighbors and then sent the carriage 
That carried her far from the arms of her lover
And trysts beneath bowers of summer flowers
In the long gone days of her youth.

Small Leaping Deer

In the remoteness of a shady forest,
where human presence is too rare,
wild deer have found a home to rest
and there they hide from their hunter
be it some heartless man, an eagle or bear;
they stay closer to their vigilant mother!

Small leaping deer follow her everywhere,
and patently she guides them teaching safety,
they have eaten enough leaves 
from the thick berries shrubs;
what they miss is a sparkling brook
nearby to quench their thirst,
will they settle for warm milk,
or go hungry and feel worst?
No, they grunt and don't want only water:
the doe stares at them and leads them away,
realizing that hunger makes them weak!

They have gotten away from their hunter
quite a few times, using the few tricks
they learned quickly from mother deer;
can they be as lucky as they were in tender years? 
Somehow, they must survive in restricted freedom,
not ever being caught by roaring predators that loom
behind trees and be killed by their deadly spear
in the peaceful wilderness that turns its deaf ear!

Sudden Death or Patently Aware Death is Coming For You Time is Precious

As I have and I presume most of you have as well

Had at some point in our life time

Had to experience loss and death

And a Silent muse just posed the question

I am now about to ask of you to

Given that there is no good way to die

But that death is how we all meet our end

Then on which side of this decision do you fall

A sudden death in an instant

One moment here the next you are gone

Maybe perhaps wall alone with no one there

Never having said or got to make you peace

Or being given say six months to live

Ever slowly slipping fading away

Most probably suffering daily in endless pain

Never not knowing if today is the day

And having to see the look on loved ones faces

But at least you got to say and make your peace 

Goodbye and everything you wanted to say 

And the funny contradictions about death

Is it effects those way far more still living in reality 

Than the dead for sure per say

As in death the dead pose no question anymore

As they are Silent One and all forevermore

Patently Absurd

My people and I are threatened all over the world

    For me to write of 'flowers and fragrance,' patently absurd

Hidden In Plain Sight Virtually Unable 2 See

Surely it is virtually impossible

To hide and disguise

In plain sight

Of curious mind eyes

The quite patently blatantly obvious

Unless that is of course 

Those they who are

Looking and watching on 

Are so terminally stupid

And utterly delusional

In the end it all makes

Perfect sense

As we only see

What we want to until 

Everything else becomes somehow

Somewhat superfluous 

If we do not like what we see

White Lies For Anothers Sake

If you think that life 

Is supposedly supposed to be fair

I can only presume you may have

Taken a wrong turn and ended up
in fools heaven

As again just to me 

It sounds to me like

You or whomever told you

Or lead you into believing that

Has never really actually been

Anywhere near there

But yes for definitely

This I can most honestly and truthfully say

If Frank Sinatra owned the right

To do things his way

Then this is my way 

Of preserving my state of mental health

Not joining hands 

And being lead blindly by the blind 

And yes I take no pride nor joy

For expressing this my view point

Out loud or in a crowd 

As would nothing more nor less

Than for the above mentioned

Statement of the world to be true

But due to the fact it isn't

And I see it quite patently ain't 

Id much rather choose 

Not to make it any further worse

By acknowledging 

And predicating this

Unholy lie

Cancer Alzheimer's Park

The cancer in my head

Patently obviously 

Is ever so slowly

Taking over

Me

Day bye day

So here's to you

Al Parkinson

My imaginary childhood friend

Who as a single child

I could truly count on

And kept me company

Way back then

For kindly taking the time to revisit

Me once again

As you are the only one

Through all and everything

I have been put through and endured 

Has never once left me on my own

Stayed ever present at my side 

Till this very present moment 

Where we find ourselves now 

Quivering trembling in fear

And as old as you are now in terms of age

Reverting deeply back to whence upon 

You were a child yourself 

Trapped seemingly unable to escape

The confinement of inside your head

Praying endlessly for nothing less or more

Than when someone

Most
Especially

A close loved one enquires

Can you remember

Do you in fact know 

Who you are 

Or I am

The Dream

He spotted the building in passing

So strange

It was the building in his dream

The little round windows

Even the flower beds

The gargoyles looking down, so frightening he thought

That strange looking door

So medieval, uninviting

He remembered in his dream

The hidden pathway

Leading to the tunnel into the house

Waiting patently for the man to appear

Feeling tense when he did

He woke with a jolt

Wiping the sleep from his eyes

Looking around, wondering

The clock frowned

Time was on the move

It was at the news-stand

Where he noticed it 

The headline flyer

With the words standing out

Prominent politician assassinated

So strange

It was just exactly like his dream.

Letter To Heaven

Get yourself pick up find a pen

And so then begin to write an open
letter

Place it inside a bottle 

Earmarked for heaven 

Then send it lovingly floating on its way

In the hope of expectedly 

Heaven will one day somehow R.S.V.P

With a personal invitation in tow

From God himself wanting you to know

He has personally saved and is keeping
warm a V.I.P space beside him especially
just for you

Because he loves you so

And this is your final reward in 
recognition

Of what he defines as a good selfless 
life spent in servitude actually really
means and amounts to

Rather than just idly following what
you are told

What is right but quite patently is not
in fact is wrong

Bye the so called human keepers of
the faith

Who present themselves as the key
holders and gatekeeper's of heaven

Us, Introverted

Us introverted

I had a snack bar I saw myself as the “Main Host”
talking to people being verbose and popular
something I was not patently cut out to be.
On an opening day, I hoped no one would come
and if someone let it be one at a time, no such
luck, many came buying soft drinks and burgers
I smiled and smiled, spoke gibberish and hoped
the customers would leave; haven’t they a home
to go to? Bothering me with natter.
When the café was full, I left the counter hiding
in a corner, wishing I had a Valium.
I looked up in the phone book to see if there
was a club for the insanely shy people could go 
there had been such a club, but naturally, no one came
 they were lurking outside, thinking
of going in but feared there might be many people
I knew of a man who had a used furniture shop
when customers came, he hid in a wardrobe until
They, thinking the shop was empty; needless to say
he couldn’t pay the rent.
After days of suffering at the hands of my phobia
I got a woman to front the counter while I cooked
and cleaned the dishes.
No, I’m not the “Main Host,” we can’t all become what
we dream of becoming.

Keep the Leaves Away

Not everyone can enjoy
The Autumn reddish trees
That develop such visions
Yet still leaves will fall, 
Anywhere as is their wont.

Brown and crispy leaves
Lying upon burned lawns,
Got the rake ready,
Start gathering the mess.
Until a strong breeze 
Made every leave fly away.

It blew and blew
And all the leaves disappeared
Onto the burnt law next to me.
Now what could one do?
Patently I went next door
And with my neighbor
Raked the leaves away.
But this time we put them in a bag.

Thus cold season was at hand.

Potd For Those In Need of Love

AIt is said and sadly wrongly banded about
like confetti at a wake 

By those who quite patently do not or will never know the meaning of true love

You don't know what 
you've got till it's gone 

Unfortunately I always did now it's only been affirmed 

And even though she is mine

She was never mine to keep

Regretfully in regards and only unto me

 I had to set her free to leave upon a jet plane 
to return home 

And sadly now in the not to distant future the only time I will get to see her

Is on this here silver screen starring back at me 

But i always knew what I had long before she even left

Despite yet still knowing I had to set her free regardless 

But maybe that for some is just what love is actually anyway

But far rather and better to have loved and
lost than never to have been loved at all

All I know is I have I always loved love Jo 
now sorely more than ever before

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