Best Patchy Poems

The fire pit has been made
The kindling has been laid
The match was put to the dry, dry wood
And the flames began to play

The fire now...

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The mirror reflects, obliquely,
a peculiar yellow butterfly -- it flutters, flutters
the specks of black my beard is made of
on the breeze.  A daffodil hangs...

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I kneel to pray beneath an oak tree’s leaves,
where my journey began.
Broken limbs straggle over a patchy lawn,
a neglected place full of holes, 
shoveled from...

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5/20/17



Regardless of if I never get to see or reach the grand finale

Doing not too shabby
I may not exactly
Be all that happy
Yet when things turn...

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How can so few have so much -
so many have so little?
I am rich beyond belief
yet am not considered rich.
I count my riches daily:
the warmth...

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Ever daunting,more eccentric is what is left of me
There is no goodness left in me to see.
The roads have become patchy
Quite rough and vague
Because there...

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" Lord I woke this moring with the words lost sheep on my mind "

" OH! what do you think it meant? "

" well I...

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As I ride through the desert
miles on miles of sand I see
Where's the beauty in the desert ?
Why it's, the camel under me

Some think them...

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irregular around the boundaries 
patchy emotions in play
I remain the keystone



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Along the dampened and rutted way
The dew lay thick upon the clay
As sunshine broke the morning mist
The leaves still damp received God's kiss

A kaleidoscope of...

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Prolog:   This poem is about how much you need to struggle to ‘survive’ as an accountable and matured man. Child demands what he...

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The sun rises high over the tropical trees
White patchy clouds survey the blue sky,
Time drifts slowly into the clouded breeze
With the colors red, green and...

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Remember the day you helped to display a picture of a Mexican Mother
She was swaddled in blankets of orange brown wraps and holding 
her new...

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Mingle with mounts,wander arid desert sands
seep into seas,lie lone o'er unknown lands
replicate waves of myriad mirrors flowing below
stand on meadows high engulfing green bands
innocent smiling...

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Villanelle :  Bequeath not an image which is not wholly your own

Bequeath not an image which is not wholly your own
No not all the...

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