When she starred in 'Keeping Up Appearances', she did a great job.
She starred as Hyacinth Bucket and Hyacinth was a snob.
Patricia was a British actress and she was a Dame.
Now that she's gone, England won't be the same.
When she starred as Hyacinth, she was ashamed of her sisters.
Patricia was very talented and all of her fans sure will miss her.
She was ninety-six years old and it's so sad because she had to die.
All of her fans are unhappy because they're having to say goodbye.
[Dedicated to Patricia Routledge (1929-2025) who died on October 3, 2025]
For my friend Patricia who followed her dream, and became the teacher she was meant to have been.
* * *
When I was a little girl, long ago
Uncle John bought me a box of chalks
A blackboard too, a dream coming true
The teacher in me was being born.
I played teacher, the pupils my toys
Hour after hour and day after day
Those moments I will never forget
Of when the teacher in me was made.
I became a teacher, lived the dream
Wonderful, golden days of my life
Found it rewarding in many ways
No two school days were ever the same.
I enjoyed teaching from first day to last
Helping students on their way to success
Making many precious memories
Souvenirs made with pride and pure joys.
I praise the day I got that box of chalks
From uncle John, dearly loved of course.
* * *
Sweet eyes
always blue
heavenly gaze
tender eyes
that convey kindness
and transport fortress
who looks at them...
Wonderful eyes
that soften my
distress and
offers me powerfully
all love !
Sometimes, at the edge of the pasture
under the eaves of trees, the soft
greens of spring slide through my eyes
and paint the curves and shadows of
you to float like the bare-bottomed moon
settling softly into the grass out there
where the sky is sliced from the earth
as clean as if by a surgeon’s scalpel.
Copyright
Vol Lindsey
12/29/2019
1.
Silloth, thousand miles
but closer considering
how much we wanted.
2.
even car silence
was comfortable, ok
never dull moments.
3.
bedroom, who’d believe
this tiger waiting to pounce
to savage and maul.
4.
goodbye, train station
quick pic to prove it was real
coming again, true.
14.2.2020 23:15
When we first met the sun was setting
When our eyes met fate began dealing
In a convenience store on a corner
No romantic music no candles on a table for two
a routine standing in line under annoying lights
But I reminded myself of an over-sight
went searching high and low for peace
Fate did a twist on my life
When our eyes met
In a convenience store on a corner
I can’t remember what I came in for
When our eyes met I ran
but my legs wouldn’t move
from something I never felt before
All I wanted was something from
a convenience store on a corner
with lights so tiresome trying my patience
But when our eyes met something hit me
It was fate twisting my life unravelling my cover
I stood looking into her eyes you see
She spoke I know so long ago can’t remember
Even when I looked away our eyes still met
It was a feeling I never had before
But in a convenience store on a corner
What I came in for I don’t remember
But what I left with I never felt before….
Frank Black Blacharczyk Sept 1 2020
Have a new friend, her name is Patricia
From the start, she's befriended this old gorilla
Her writings impress me too
They're fresh and new
How fortunate am I, she's like a sweet chinchilla
Now, I know the barriers of the skin colour are the ones
Imposed by the human mind
The aesthetic of a man aren't embedded in his possession
But they are embedded in his ability to touch souls in this whirl wind of divided culture
I have seen no beauty so iridescent like that of a non discriminating mind
A mind free of prejudice and full of love so great it flows like an ocean
... I found that mind graced by the beautiful ' Naija Oyinbo '
An angel of words
An angel with halo traded for visibility
A woman with blooming love that radiates
... It's the magic of her words
The magical feel of the words carved by her pen
Touching souls, a privilege accorded to few minds
I found that mind graced by the beautiful 'Naija Oyinbo '
* Naija is a short way of calling Nigeria, and oyinbo means a white person.
22-04-2017
For Shadow Hamilton's contest.
Good Lord girl if you ain't ONE MORE EPIC, PATSY
Something came along in due time to make Katrina look like. A bona fide sweetheart.
It slams w. Cent. Mexico at thus hour 1930 231015.....
Be in prayer
I passed by your exit today
I wanted to come by
I miss you
You are my best friend
You are my pal
You are a light
Hadn't heard from you in a while
Hadn't laughed out loud
Hadn't heard you smile
Why did you not call
Why did you not say goodbye
Why did you have to get sick
I picked up my phone
I put in your number
I got no reply
You were gone
You left me alone
You had died
At first I didn't believe it
At least someone should have called
At least you are no longer suffering
Wrote your parents a letter today
Wrote about our friendship
Wrote that I was sorry for their loss
One day I might send it to them
One day I might stop missing you
One day I will see you again in Heaven
I miss my best friend
I miss my pal
I miss you Patricia
Patricia dawdled through the breakfast
Mom got angry, sent her to Belfast
There she learnt how to run
And how to eat a bun
And returned with the bread crumbs amassed
Patricia McCormic – Bullfighter
A bull, a sword, a big red cape
A cheering crowd, a girly shape
She was the first back in her day
A Matador, the best they’d say
At least among the girls back then
For until her, they were all men
Not just a girl, a Yankee to boot
Dressed up in a manly suit
She fought 300 bulls or more
And only six times did bulls gore
But once the gore was so severe
They thought her end was very near
A priest came out to give “last rites”
After one of her losing fights
And he issued one last order
Let her die north of the border
But she survived to fight again
And faced those bulls with her girly grin
This courageous girl would stand
With just the red cape in her hand
The bulls would charge, she wouldn’t flinch
As the bulls passed by within an inch
She’d end the dance with the coup de gras
Amid the “Bravos” and “Hurrahs”
For ten years she endured
The thought of getting skewered
By bulls that she engaged within the ring
Now her thoughts are so much lighter
She’s a teacher, she’s a writer
As bullfighting no longer is her thing
Another true story from the web
She, Of The Cosmic Essence
Aware Of A Power
Aware Of A Presence
And Aware Of The Need For Our
Desire To Rise Higher
… and Higher
To Our Optimum Height
Patricia … You Are Like The Alaskan Lights
Those Northern Flares and Colors In Cold Night
Floating Dreams, So Mesmerizing
Patricia, Brings It To Her Poetic Themes
Such Are The Verses She Shares To View
And Reading Them, She's Showing You
Her Cosmic Essence Insight
Oh Patricia, You’re An Alaskan Light …
So, Keep Reaching, Keep Speaking … and Write !
For The Girl, Who Shared A Comfy, Snug Book Read
On One Of Her Snowy Days … (Via Her Poem- ‘Autumn’s Passing’
Also - Your Poem ‘Journey’ is One)
See … It Brought Back Some Wonderful Memories To Me …
Your Poet-Friend,
The MoonBee
Do you remember when - we looked into each others eyes.
Then our souls sparked together - we where electrified..
I remember when we first touch - our bodies turned into mush.
Passion of our hearts beating fast - blood rushing mind numbness mad.
Nakedness into our own married tree - vine with roses I clearly see.
Across the sea into the clouded sky - your lushes skin is all mine.
Many years we do have - time for ourselves love in our hands has been so
divine
Our bond will not be broke - I love this woman - that is no Joke..
Write your songs,
follow your dreams,
but please Patricia,
never leave.
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