Patricia Poems

Patricia the Teacher

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

Blue Eyed Patricia

Sweet eyes
               always blue
                heavenly gaze
                tender eyes
   

Patricia

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

Patricia - 4 Haiku

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 Met - For Patricia

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

This Year's Champion, Collaboration With Patricia Creswell

It’s the last of the snow
Spring finally arrived
Time to get ready for battle
Time to get my little hands 
On my bag of marbles
Way up there since winter
Abandoned on my bookshelf
A droopy, limp blue velvet bag
But today a long lost friend
So proud, so bold and so bright
Protector of my priceless collection 
Glass and steel weapons of

Patricia

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

The Phenomenal 'Naija Oyinbo' - For Patricia Omoqui 'Thought Dr'

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

Hello Patricia Respect To W Mexico

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

Patricia

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

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

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

Patricia

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 Your Mother...



Patricia... ...

Just A Name To You..So Much More To Us...
Most Call Her Trish...A Woman...Our Mother...
She's Someone We Will Always

' Patricia Adams - An Alaskan Light ... '

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

Patricia

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

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