Short Patricia Poems
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Fate locked me in a room
and took away from me
food
water
clothes
rest
but since it left me hope
I survived.
Patricia Evans
A lady named Patricia McDuckett
Had a body shaped like a bucket.
She tried many creams
To cover her seams
But finally nipped and tucked it.
There once was a gal named Patricia
To touch her ass-ets I wisha-ed
She gave me a kick
In my old bailiwick
And called for the local militia
Yeah, Ruby, but Elvis had drugs!!
To Fred- You ain't that fly guy, r u?
To Patricia- that bug you caught- was he Freddy the Fly?
Catch ya'll a bit later.....tom
You ask too much of me -
By asking nothing.
You tell me silently
Without a word - I see
That I am nothing to you -
I need to be.
Patricia Langston-Moran
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
A soldier by the name of Patricia
Was teased by the guys in the militia
Instead of a grenade
They made him a maid
In his army fatigues he had charisma
There once was a gal named Patricia
She was known for her sexy charisma
She'd parade round town
Guys would gather round
As she danced she exposed her chinchilla
There once was a gal named Patricia
She was known for her sexy charisma
She'd parade round town
Guys would gather round
As she danced she exposed her chinchilla
. Patricia Prescott
has a celestial cinquain
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There once was a gal named Patricia
To touch her ass-ets I wisha-ed
She gave me a kick
In my old bailiwick
And called for the local militia
© Jack Ellison 2015
Patricia, Patricia, my friendy friend friend
So happy to know you, a friend to the end
You tickle my fancy
Sounds a bit chancy
So where's my “fancy” well that Depends
I get really inspired
When it’s truly seen
What has transpired
For just Halloween
Russell Sivey
Entrant into Patricia Ellis' "You Are My Inspiration" contest
10/1/2012
A soldier by the name of Patricia
Was teased by the guys in the militia
Instead of a grenade
They made him a maid
In his army fatigues he had charisma
© Jack Ellison 2015
Have a blessed birthday, dear Pat,
God's greatest gift is salvation;
This grace is found in the right path,
Bringing hope to the Lord's nation.
Topic: Birthday of Patricia On (March 15)
P-oetic
A-bility
T-o
R-ead
I-nspiring
C-omposition
I-s
A-pplied
C-omfortably
A-s
S-cribe
I-s
S-atisfied
Topic: Birthday of Patricia M. Casis (March 25)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
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
There once was a gal named Patricia
She was known for her sexy charisma
She'd parade round town
Guys would gather round
As she danced she exposed her chinchilla
© Jack Ellison 2015
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
Patricia parades pretty periwinkle paisley pyjamas playfully presenting plump pinwheel pastries
AP: 3rd place 2023
Submitted on October 21, 2019 for TAUTOGRAM POEMS sponsored by EVE ROPER – RANKED 3RD
P-leasant
A-tmosphere
T-imely
R-eappears
I-n
C-ool
I-mage
A-nd
S-ublimity
U-nderneath
A-s
R-ain
E-vades
Z-enith
Topic: Birthday of Patricia S. Suarez (September 17)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Here's one for Patricia, my friend from up north
My hooha is just aching to ride there on a horse
Need ointment in case
My bum gets chafed
Wearing a camisole should ease the pain that's in store
I
predictably
made you accustomed
to my love
with daily and intense doses
of passion, enchantment
beauty and magical chaos
so
one day
I could kill you
like an addict dies;
in pain.
Patricia Evans
I do poetry when it begins.
And when it goes wrong.
I always do poetry when it ends.
I do poetry when I fail
and I don't think I would do
in case I didn't.
I do poetry
because it is better than vomit.
Patricia Evans
Daisies for you
Begin anew
White petals, with golden heart
Freedom of speech-- brand new start
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dedicated to Patricia Forde-- author of The List, and The Last Lie.