Best Patchy Poems

I was born into a world that does not see me.
My body tells the story of absence;
The hollow of my stomach,
The jagged outline of my ribs,
My fur, patchy and damp.
I learned quickly that to want is to be ignored,
And to ache is to exist.

As a...

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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 is burning bright
The coffee pot is on
It is the way to start the day
On this cloudy, misty morn

The quiet of...

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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 down its treasure
and I spread shaving cream, in great white puffs,
shielding from the windy noise its yellow
across my face. ...

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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 childhood memories.

I bow at the altar of the tall oak.
Days come and go, but yesterdays
are no longer my foundation. 
The...

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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 out badly and sadly
Can't stay feeling crappy

Memory occasionally somewhat foggy and patchy

Not trying to be too wacky
Or flashy

Just want to...

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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 of heart and
home, the patchy grass,
faded paint, rock garden
(each stone rolled by
my hands).  The heart,
she waves to me each...

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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 is no good left for any risks to take.

No happiness,no wonders, no zeal along
There is only tenpramental aloofness which is...

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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 pictured  myself as a sheep in the meadow where the grass is dry, patchy and bare "

" Oh! what...

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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 ugly
Of all the beast, 
that dwell upon the earth
I see another deeper beauty
based on what the camel's worth
The hairy pads,...

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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 color
Greeted my every twist and turn
From the mighty towering oak
To the little emerald fern

For nestled neath this copse of trees
An...

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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 desires and the man sacrifices his desire, to fulfill the child’s.  It’s funny how you would be made a...

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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 gold passing by.

Jamaica play a key role bringing out the sunshine
In a line like a drugstore, everyone finds a turn,
Something...

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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 born babe.She looked out of a shuttered window across a 
laboured vineyard with unconditional love. Her eyes saw an evening...

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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 children, gaze in delighted awe
at tufts tickling kites with a feathery fluff claw
the meditating sage atop a peak simply seeks
that...

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