Short Patch Up Poems

To some 

              folks

Life is like 
      
        a              quillt


For me

      It’s a

Cut & 

          Paste

                      Job...

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(1)
Split up all at once
instantaneous patch up
to kiss and make up

 (2)
Ideas not matching
lack of trust and loyalty
break up relation

 (3) 
Split up relation
rejuvinating lost love
leave at the altar

(By Kishan Negi)...

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Write me, tinker;
I’m falling apart.
Right me, thinker;
patch up this heart.

Stitch each seam 
with thread eternal;
mend ragged edges, 
remnants infernal.

Take what’s worthy, 
make it shine.
Fairly, justly, 
restore what's mine.

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Living is tearing up,
         is to patch up "
        weave labyrinths and
        slip away... sew up
        patchwork paths... !

          living is drawing oneself
          on the screen of the world,
          sans pencil and no
          rubber 
          to efface...!...

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A green smoke was rising
to ferret out
the elusive pain
without body.

I went in search of
fidgety words
to patch up the conflicts 
of flesh.

Bold as Passiflora,
Crucifixion was complete.
Today a  gift of obeyance
will arrive.

It was a fake.
The eyes on the hump.
Camel has to cross
a steep desert.



Satish Verma...

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All I ever wanted was for someone to love me.
To
Look deep into my soul
See the cracks on the floor.

Excavate my caves
Only to stand up to the waves.
Dive through the abyss
And come greet me with a kiss.

Touch me where it hurts
Feel one-thousand volts of Hertz.
Use different kinds of techniques
To patch up my leaks.

Cause all I ever wanted was you....

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the mirror shows the other sides,
the sides you patch up with compromise,
you repeat to cover not to see,
the flaws of your own reality,
what others can't see, you know to be true,
unmasked through the mirror inside of you,
these shattered pieces,
a mending heart that drives in weakness,
the strength and love it took to survive,
through the tears and pain it took to get by...

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My Best Buddy and Friend

Jesus will be my buddy and best friend;
And what I heard is that he does intend,
Remove my sin;
Save me again:
Differences we have patch up and mend.

Jim Horn

Adversary Was A Canary

What I heard is a jailbird they became,
Along with those similar and the same;
Their adversary,
Was a canary;
Enjoyed singing for his fortune and fame.

Jim Horn...

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I think broken hearts never heal. 
How's that provide any weal?
They simply patch up
When we try to match up
Ourselves with a new deal

We must find new spaces
In our heart's places
For brand new passions
That its beats can ration
But that still leaves traces

Old ones there do hide
As they must inside
As they should
It's not love if you don't imbibe
The bad with the good......

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Change is at first strange
Bringing a new range
To one estranged


Change breaks all things up
Beyond mere patch-up
In broken cup


Change fashions new things
As new season flings
A touching spring


Change sparkles right now
Beyond why and how
As grace endows


Change is beyond mood
Like a puzzling good
In a strange food




Leon Enriquez
04 January 2018
Singapore...

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I had a funeral for my heart 2 years ago
and even though I fell on more traps in
the quest for revival it never came.
I always thought the next person would
come along and some how patch up 
the hurt and the pain. I am excited to 
say that I'm no longer in mourning. 
My heart is just fine and I am no 
longer hurting. I'm officially ready
for love and all the blessing that will
follow....

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He dreams of thin chickens pecking at a dirt floor.
A big brown teapot is stuffed with scraps of poetry;
words waiting to be led out like bawling cattle
into the haze and dust.

As he does every day, he seeks some less worked earth
to plant words into, hopes they will mature into
filler, grout, and spackle to patch up his wormwood.
Mostly they scatter on a dry wind
until night reclaims them....

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It took some time, but
eventually the denim
(after much scrubbing)
of my workaday soul
cleaned-up as if stone washed.

Valuable lessons
were tucked into new pockets,
the clucking hens
of a nagging conscience
were at last silenced.

I’m spinning myself dry today,
hanging up my smoking guns.

Her face still riddles me through,
but I patch up just fine,
and know now how to zip her
out of my mind....

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I can patch up an injury
Block the loss of blood
I can undergo surgery
I can erase the scars
But my mind’s wounds bleed forever

I may be in good shape
Stretching my body with ease
I may have flexi biceps
Every eye they may please
But my mind’s strength succeeds forever

I may feast at banquets
Pick the finest cuisines
Sway at a music fest
Have joyous recreation
But my mind’s hunger is feeds forever...

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You could fix up my shattered windows
Patch up the holes in the walls
Find a way to make the incessant creaking
Of the floorboards–hush
Make the faucets stop their aching
Drip…drip…drip…
New shingles 
New doors
New cupboards and cabinets 
Make my old bones feel new again–
What I really want
Is to be set ablaze
Ashes to ashes
All my flaws and failures 
Gone with the strike of a match
Then and only then–
Pick up your hammer...

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