Short Patched Poems

Sienna patched
Horses five in all, one is
Black, he's adopted

Black patched horse
Has sienna colored tail
Maybe not question...

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In the beginning we are hatched
Then we're crumpled, somehow patched
Thus crippled, to the world dispatched
To live and die a life mismatched....

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The old sewing machine
Stiches noisily
The separated will be joined
The torn will be patched
But
Not the hearts that are apart
But 
Not the luck and glory that are lapsed...

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In soft, pinkish robe—

on the shoreline rocks,

this fair bloom greets

the early morning ship

of dream, and presses 

my fingers on a dirty 

patched road of life....

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A lie is like a leaky zeppelin...
patched together with bubble gum breath.
In time it will violently come back to earth.
The earth's heart has a karmic core
thinly wrapped in gravity....

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All broken 
and patched
but not healed.

The past
keep itself
at my heels.

I want to believe
I have grown
out of this,
I have recovered
from this,
but...
why does 
it keep haunting me?
...

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Robin Hood, Robin Hood,
riding through the glen!
Robin Hood , Robin Hood and his merry men
give to the rich
what they' taken from the poor.
The world in which I'm living
ain't the one I knew before....

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Tri-Ku / Senryu


Frayed pants
aging tassels in the wind
work in progress




Patched dreams
soft comfort of renewal
love’s chevrons




Old boots
moldings of the soul
carry on


John G. Lawless
7/29/2017...

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Jumpers, darned with wool
Trousers, patched for school;
Shoes scuffed,left unlaced
Teeth framed in metal brace;
Dripping noses and chilblains,
Scarfs and finger mitts
Ears muffled against the chill
Ffee milk solid on the sill....

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My heart bled forever
When you told me the truth
I thought it would never stop
I stuffed it with cloth
With your pictures and songs
I patched it with my memories
Of our time together
I pieced myself once again
With the good and the bad
Of what I knew of you...

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a re-post inspired by Janice's contest

WINTER '47

Jumpers, darned with wool
Trousers, patched for school;
Shoes scuffed,left unlaced
Teeth framed in metal brace;
Dripping noses and chilblains,
Scarfs and finger mitts
Ears muffled against the chill
Free milk solid on the sill....

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If we dig deep
Into a FACADE
And pull out
FLAWED stories
From IMPERFECT
Pockets of pain
Peeping into
CRACKED hearts
Insides TORN
And re-patched 
The MASK
Of ILLUSION
Our sole domain
BROKEN renamed
The human game!

17.6.2021
Sponsor: Constance La France
Writing Prompt- Flawed....

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Let me seek asylum in the sea
Silent depths of ice water,
For I have swallowed sorrow

Let me touch the clematis of a
Seaside garden,a patched wall
Sun-warmed and salted by the tide,

Orestes ! shudder at the roar of the
Breakers, small stones laughing
As they are pulled down the beach....

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Judgment before mercy stoops
as tears flow mingled with praise.
The face once creased smooths with love;
rumbling thunder drops down rain
soothes patched earth etched by folly.
Cry, praise when the heart aches, dry;
crawl and groan and moan, not let,
only mercy pleads for grace.


© 2014...

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A walk foreshortened by the Thames
that once would flow through field and moor –
now stitched and patched with dirty hems,
a city’s outskirts of the poor.

You used to walk here, years ago
when May put on her blossom-show.
But Progress is a subtle sweep
that changes worlds while we’re asleep....

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The African is a hybrid
First she was Arabized
Then got Europeanized
And came Americanization
And now Sino-Africanized
Result is a people who are
Patched, shackled, mended
A people stained, patched
Mended, shackled cannot
Enjoy freedom, liberty
And self-determination
Truly African in pulse...

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Like a thirsty soul,
waiting for a single drop of water,
like a patched land,
waiting for the first shower from above,
so is my soul lifted up in earnest anticipation.
Yes, I see a ray of light behind the cloud.
I see the dim light forming a shape.
I just wish, yes, I wish,
that this becomes a full moon

 








8th Dec, 11...

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Jumpers
     darned with wool
Trousers
      patched for school
Shoes scuffed
          left unlaced
Teeth frame
      in metal brace
Dripping noses &
               chilblains
Scarfs &
   finger mitts
Ears muffled 
             against the chill
Free school milk 
       solid on the sill.


repost from 2007...

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amplified questions   

I sit alone atop a mountain
my guitar in hand
peering out over the valley below
beyond green patched rifts
playing in the key of lost dreams
fractured chords out of tune with 
decisions in distorted decibels
high volume idiocy wailing
as I telecast amplified questions
which now return to me
in the feedback of my own doing...

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More than anyone else 
you complete me
patched the breach in the circle
showed me the mental math
of the angles of life
know what I'm thinking
before I'm ready to think
When the heart jumps
I know you're close by
my up and down friend
when you're gone, 
I'm a stringless harp 
fingered by a lonely vagabond. 

Dear self...please come back to me....

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When all the marbles leave the bag
Fret not, weekend wrangler,
For the beat of your heart 
Wobbles the very Earth

This your wounded year
With waves calling from pier to pier
Rise, rise your gutless cheer!

Fear not the flashing spheres
Running over shadow-patched cracks
Gleaming with the glory of unkept dreams
Sending shockwaves through Heartlands....

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aftersomanyyears of listening to rainclouds
you forget towonder
what you were crying for

mouseholes long patched over
are revisited by that catlover
who became a two-handed umbrella man

they are empty – the holes
alwayswere
the mice long moved to Florida
lived elsewhere not evenclose
so you write a little mousy poem
– smile

    take awalk
around the sun...

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Goodbye My Friend
by Kevin Robey
9/6/2013

All the time I spent on you
All the thoughts I misconstrued
Lets me know that this is right
My patched up soul to last the night

The map to guide my sunshine eyes
Shining through the darkest nights
Damaged by misguided lies
My heart I know, will find the light

Goodbye my friend
May we meet again
When broken hearts mend
Come find me then...

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No, I did nay walk the cold harbour docks
Felt too tipsy and fell in the drink
Drank too much as the ticker in me tocks
Dead men tell no tales in the blink
Eyes patched over me hardy, yar, flows
The wine inta piss, my heart inta bliss
Rows the dead man telling no tales
Rows the dead man drinkin those ales
Three to tha wind laddies, heave ho
I'm nay walkin home, I can't go....

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The carpenter at rest recalled
The tools he left within a wall
So by night he paid a call
Too swift extract his treasure

His saw so deftly blasted through
It jerked and nicked his favorite tool
Just bellicose a real fool
At least he missed the jewels

The nurses laughed a lot inside
The carpenter, he nearly cried
The only damage to his pride
The doctor patched his tool...

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