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Jami Patt Poem
Your love, Mom, is like a storm,
A Mother's Love, A Tornado's Embrace
A whirlwind, fierce and far from norm.
It sweeps through my life with tender rage,
A force of nature, stage by stage.
It spins with care, a vortex deep,
A tempest wild, yet soft to keep.
Your arms, like winds, encircle tight,
To shield me, guard me, through darkest night.
The thunder roars, your voice of might,
To shatter my fears, bring back the light.
In chaos born, you find your grace,
A calming eye in my life's fast race.
Like rooftops torn and skies that bend,
Your love reshapes but doesn’t end.
No matter wreckage is in its path,
You clear, you heal, escape no wrath.
For in your fury lies your care,
A passion no one can quite compare.
A storm that builds, a storm that stays,
Your love, Mom, an eternal blaze.
Copyright © Jami Patt | Year Posted 2025
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Jami Patt Poem
Ocean's Embrace, A Warrior's Heart
Shattered news, a whispered word,
"Cancer," they said, my world was blurred.
A mammogram's shadow, stark and deep,
A secret held I couldn't keep.
My chest, once strong, now felt so frail,
A storm of fear, a silent wail.
The surgeon's smile, a gentle hand,
But fear still gripped this weary land.
Yet in this darkness, deep and vast,
My mind would drift to fins so fast.
To oceans wide, where giants roam,
Where sharks in silent beauty call home.
Their strength, their grace, a primal might,
Cutting through waves, a wondrous sight.
No fear they know, no faltering stride,
Just power flowing with the tide.
A paradox, this life I lead,
A fragile body, a hopeful creed.
One moment, tears that gently fall,
The next, a shark's majestic call.
For in their eyes, I find a gleam,
A wildness in a waking dream.
They fight to live, with tooth and claw,
Obeying nature's ancient law.
So I, too, fight, with every breath,
Against this whisper of slow death.
With scars I'll wear, a testament bold,
A story of courage, to be told.
And as I heal, and find my way,
I'll dream of sharks, come what may.
A bittersweet symphony, sad and true,
Of life, and loss, and breaking through.
For in the depths, where shadows lie,
A shark's fierce spirit helps me fly.
By:Jami R. Patterson
Copyright © Jami Patt | Year Posted 2025
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Jami Patt Poem
Shark Week Serenade
It’s Shark Week—let the ocean roar,
A celebration through the tide,
I plunge where blue horizons soar
And let my fascination glide.
Sharks in spotlights, strong and sleek,
Legends in the swirling brine,
They prowl the depths we dare not seek,
With power ancient, fierce, divine.
I marvel at the hammerhead,
The tiger shark in graceful sweep,
The gentle giant’s silent thread—
In every fin, my passions leap.
This week, the world will tune to see
Their mystery, their daring lore,
But I have loved them silently
Long before the cameras bore.
Reefs and kelp beds come alive,
Rainbow fish and jellies, too,
Yet sharks, relentless, fierce, survive—
Ocean’s guardians, proud and true.
With every episode and tale,
I feel my heart swept out to sea;
O sharks, beyond the spray and gale,
Your wild spirit lives in me.
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Jami Patt Poem
My Spirit
Beneath the sunlit waves where my dreams drift and dive,
A silent shadow glides—a force both fierce and alive.
The great white shark, my silent kin, moves through the endless blue,
Its power and mystery mirror something deep and true in me, too.
I feel its wisdom echo in the restless tides of my mind,
In the hunger for discovery, the courage I always hope to find.
A guardian of secrets, it moves with calm command,
Just as I seek hidden depths, and try always to understand.
Its teeth aren’t for cruelty, but for honesty, sharp and bright,
Its eyes hold ancient wonder, reflecting both dread and delight.
It fears neither darkness nor the pressure below—
And like that bold traveler, I go where others dare not go.
In the shark’s unwavering purpose, I recognize my own,
A will to push through storms, to stand strong and alone.
There’s a wild yearning in me to master the unknown sea,
To follow intuition’s pull and let my spirit swim free.
For like the great white, I wander, guided by unseen streams,
Unafraid of the shadows or the boldness of my dreams.
In the vast ocean’s silence, I discover who I truly am—
Fearless, curious, and driven, just like that magnificent guardian.
My soul, as sleek and daring as the shark cutting through the dark,
Finds its power, its purpose, its spirit—
In every wild and wondrous spark.
Copyright © Jami Patt | Year Posted 2025
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Jami Patt Poem
Beneath Bruised Skies
The wind, a ghost with an unseen hand,
Whips grit and dust across the Oklahoma land.
It carries the smell of ozone, sharp and cold,
A story whispered, ancient, bold.
You feel its tug, a constant plea,
A playful push, then suddenly,
A heavy cloak of pressure drops,
As every buzzing insect stops.
The sky turns bruised, a sickly green,
A painted canvas, rarely seen.
The air grows thick, a metal taste
Of fear, a moment held in haste.
Then distant rumble, low and deep,
Like giants stirring from their sleep.
The sound of sirens, a mournful wail,
As funnel clouds begin to sail.
A twisting finger, dark and grand,
Tearing through the heart of the land.
Houses splinter, timber flies,
Beneath the terror in the skies.
Yet, in the wake, a silence falls,
Broken by the lone bird's calls.
A strange calm follows, soft and low,
As if the earth begins to glow.
And here's the truth, etched in the scars:
Oklahoma, beneath these stars,
Learns resilience from the gale,
A strength that tells a timeless tale.
For every structure ripped and torn,
A deeper bond is bravely born.
The wind may rage, the sky may weep,
But hope and spirit, here, run deep.
It's not just terror, wild and free,
But a testament to what we can be.
Copyright © Jami Patt | Year Posted 2025
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