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Below are the all-time best Patrick Cornwall poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Wind

The wind rustles your hair as the sun brings joy .

It tells your secrets and they are well kept.

They go where it is needed turning gracefully.

Will you dance again?

 

What about your joy?

Its buried now and your hair is gone.

Birds dancing and your bare arms reach for me.

Saves the last dance.

 

I love your cold breath and the heat.

Your almost home.

But you will leave  as before.

Dance for me.

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My Better Half

My better half whispers for me to do right.

I never listen to my soul until I'm desperate.

I feel it,I breath it.It makes my stomach roar.

My better half tells me I'm hungry. Eat.

 

I process the field of battle.

Just one more time.

Ill plant my flag.

My hands are stained red.

 

I am at the door to victory.

But the door is locked

The key wont turn.

Foiled again.

 

If you do that once more I'm done.

You promised. Swore.

Pledged your allegiance to my flag.

My flag is old and in need of repair.

 

Honor to my flag.It's done.

The battle is won in defeat.

I need one more chance.

My better half is taking a victory lap.

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Greed

Clutching the  purse to her chest and the counting

She grabbed at the invisible hands and doubting

If it hadn't been one thing it would have been another

The greed put out the fire with smother



Greed, the great pacifier

Holding each coin close

Counting and counting over and over

The hiding place ever changing



 A dog can never have enough bones to bury

The alcoholic and one glass of sherry

Snatching at fingers and to the comfort of the vault

A ski mask helps one not to be caught



One pacifier deserves another

Turning from the bank with her greed

Draws her purse  to her chest

Maybe the freezer wrapped in foil



Holding each emotion and counting

Not a drop of water  and the broken founting

Such a miser she won't pitch a penny for luck

Met her doctor at KMart for a nip and tuck



The Baby Queen strikes her rattle

As the basket is passed she puts in nothing

Always wanting to know where the next one comes

And the texture of each bill



Even Barbie held with the covet

Getting summons and the snub it

Ken wears only Gucci suits for his pleasure

Barbie holds each banknote with measure

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Notice of Love and War

He woke and saw his beloved asleep with one breast partially exposed

And with his fantastic limp he works his way to the kitchen

He made coffee for her with croissant lathered with jam

Gently he pulled at the exposed women and gestures with the tray

Happily she wakes and with great affection reaches for him

Coffee is second and pastries  with jam come close to him

But he is first and the love hits him like the wind

Gently it began and gale force now

He had to lash himself so he wouldn't be swept away

And it grew

She always lay in their position and there was no other

He would mold himself to her and tease her nipple

He came home weathered from the battle and with grief

Friends had been shot by snipers and the heat

He had seen a woman with a basket approach his friend

And she dropped the basket and pulled the belt

The explosion deafened him and his comrade's face is gone

Fragments hit him but he is running to his friend

But the friend lays silent

Gazing to the wetness on his leg he falls

He is deafened and wakes in terror and looks upon the leg

And finding himself in bed she tries to talk with him

But he claim's it's a bad dream and the basket falling

And later...............

The limp was his reminder of that day and he eats the croissant for his friend

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Suicide

She silently prays as she reaches for the chord

Wonder why the Iman didn't do this

I wanted paradise here and the quiet is deafening

Tick tock tick tock and her heart.......

She hasn't tried makeup as she keeps step to her thoughts

Outside of the mosque she awaits her destiny and strangers

They are mine enemy and thirteen hundred and eighty years

Young Mohammed and his brown eyes with smiles

Tick tock and the tick tock

When will that bell toll and the brown eyes that smile

The men get seven virgins and I am one

United States soldiers on patrol march by and the prayer

" Allah Akbar,"

She is torn and the mosque crumbles

A child screams as he holds a hand with no arm

And a car silently burns as people bleed

The mothers last thought is no pain and the hand

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Scale

Weigh in

Weigh to go

Best weigh to do this

Weight to the midnight hour

Is there a better weigh

Weight just a moment

She was described this weigh

Weighter in a diner

The only weigh to escape pain

Weighward

Proper weigh to do this

Students learn in many weighs to do things

Step on the scale and way yourself for GODS sake.

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Deer

His family had lived here all their lives untold and he had too.
His father had died when he was young and he vaguely remembered him.
Mom tried to cross the busy street which she had been warned.
She had instantly been killed as her family watched with horror and fascination.

No funeral just sadness as the machines whizzed by but the last of his kind remembers.
As a youth, he had run and played in these fields but steered away from the machines 
as he had been warned.
The machines are fast and you must always watch for them and be clear.
The woods were loved as he chased the young females until they let him catch.

He had two of his own children but they had died at very young age.
And soon after, the big trucks came with the men that would be vilified.
They uprooted one hundred year old oak and built twenty homes.
Across the road where the field was, forty more were taken from his youth.

The last of his family had all been married out or were dead until he was alone.
And as he walked and looked, he was frightened and filled with grief.
He saw his mother standing gracefully at the top of the house filled field.
His brother and sister played until dusk when his mother would call and recall.

He ached  where he ran and still he searched.
As the tear rolled away with those distant memories and the pain.
Slowed by the ache he laid his final time with grief.
And he knew he was the last and his youth died with him.
 

 

 

The last deer

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Stil

Michele with one L and her voice

Tells me in soprano that she no longer loves

The L that always pains my heart

And with care I watch the note fade

Alone again watching my P's and Q's

It's the L that I long for as the water falls

Stil hear your song as I lie at night

The heart beats strong but without your L

The word has no meaning

Stil isn't a word without your L

My heart is stil without you


For my friend Michele who spells her name with one L after I spelled it with two L's

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Sheet

Like a sheet blowing in the wind

Your hair flows gently

I feel your embrace with protection

Like the mother sparrow feeding her chick

The embrace nourishes

When the wind dies and goes where it goes

You gently tug my soul

It goes to where it's quiet and lingers

The sheet flattens

In that embrace I wait

Waiting is what matters in life

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Fried Rice

Today if I'm anxious I will listen to the wind.

I will hear the birds calling one another or just chirping to be heard.

I will look around me and describe the brown tree with green moss on its side.

The cinder block grey and a leaf inside.

The sun orange and warming.

A cloud ,fluffy and white.

The man with a blue shirt and brown pants and with a plastic pen holder in his left shirt pocket.

A truck idling at the local bodega.

The blue car with chrome wheels.

The couple eating fried rice with chopsticks and laughing.

And I will find myself centered on the here and right now.

And I will know that I'm ok.

Breathe! 

Let it out!

Breathe deeply!

I'm fine!!! 

No one can see me!