#pat
~for the divine Miz Patty m.~
here in our scriptural rental storage unit ($25/month),
lay many a note, not specifically addressed,
but the generation that calls us grande and grandees,
will know, instant comprehend that what was herein
inscribed was intensifying insided for their eyes only…
you, are eye dropper eavesdroppers, on semi-private
conversations, willing testaments to all we’ve seen,
notable thoughts we lived by and aspired to, too, two,
lessons in the laws of poetry most applicable to living
life every day, minimizing the flora of deception,
valuing the truth detoothed and raw, the coverups
easily pierced, more for ease of entry than disguised
mirroring, keyed to be easy unlockable,
but it is a more precisely
a donation,
with a deductible status.
each line a deduction of ourselves,
each belle lettered word, a donation,
that will keep well,
even if unattended,
unfed, unwatered,*
and yet,
dare it not tarnish,
even withouts sparkle, or nary a sun star shining,
for each be blessed with
a coating of
impermeable anti-aging,
the invisible ink of loving
~
Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 2:06 PM UTC
Story poem:
RDD vs JPC, BBA vs ASG.
It's mother's Day 2024 I think of fame and great fortune
All wealth and wisdom links from you son of God. My Jesus my beloved best friend best lover best husband best father ever in Earth.
Dearest Darning Pat
Saint Patrick's Day passed too; before that was Saint Valentine's Day. And for Christmas I couldn't find a snowy all village card to send you my precious one my all.
I love you more and more with your aka and your fame your good fortunes your generosity your gold heart my love.my everything.
I love you as Jsack for Rose in Titanic, As foolish Scarlett for Rhett in Gone with the wind book.
Meggie in love with in the thorn Birds Rachel Ward and
Richard Chambelane such pain sorrow.
I think of you in Starry Night painting the pain that lasts forever. Stuck in a famed painting my pain too.
I may not ever sing another song but only one about us
"Sing and dance with me with the Violins."
And this one¡: The music played me with RDD vs JPC.
~~~~~~~
As the music played: Repost
An angry silence lay where love had been
And in your eyes a look I'd never seen
If I had found the words you might have stayed
But as I turned to speak, the music played
As lovers danced their way around the floor
I sat and watched you walk towards the door
I heard a friend of yours suggest you stayed
And as you took his hand, the music played
Across the darkened room the fatal signs I saw
You'd been something more than friends before
While I was hurting you by clinging to my pride
He had been waiting, and I drove him to your side
I couldn't say the things I should have said
Refused to let my heart control my head
But I was made to see the price I paid
And as he held you close, the music played
And as I lost your love, the music played
May 13, 2024
May 13, 2024 at 12:25 AM UTC
His eyes blue green
His body Roddy
His hands distinctive
Arms strongest than pillars of marble
His hair reddish blonde
His manners unforgettable
His smile stunning
His private vessel redish too
His feet huge
His Adam leaf just right
His ancestry Irish
His heart pure gold
His soul my own
His twin soul twin flame
my very own
His voice strong masculine deep.
Soprano.
His passion wet a stallion perfectly shaped all rapture is
My voice his soprano pride
My thighs his madness
His anger his silence I fall in love.
His true loving heart my own.
His physic athletic muscular HE- MAN type body
His hight 5'8
His wealth my own
His jewels my children
His diamonds my tears my tears his diamonds his Rubies his poems.
His sonnet 75 his treasures buried for me to know his love is true
His heartbreak my own
His goals my own
His first love is me
His love making supernovae
My smile his 20 million hurried loot worth fame and great fortune.
My Knight my all
My sheikh my king of hearts
My body his pleasure his desire
My hair dark ashy moon glow over cedar- brown
My eyes vitreous reflecting colors of nature, starry looking eyes
My voice his soprano pride
My thighs his madness
My DNA his own
My height 5'4
My feet 8-1/2-9
My heart of gold his own.
My talent his own
My joy and happiness
my own
My song his delight his lyric rights
My first love him patpat
My love.
Our marriage license sleeps.
Our book; We are the authors
of our own lives and destiny..
What Dreams may come
Gone with the wind
Message in a bottle.
E. T. Phone home.
Scarlett letter A
Countless written memories.
.
Favorite places stargazing under the stars.
Boat rides waves rocking our love away.
Lover is PatRk imaginary ancient
True love.My E T.
Knight yes one King of hearts RD-present here soon.
~~~
By: Karijinbba, all rights.
Dec 25, 2023
Dec 25, 2023 at 7:09 AM UTC
knock-knock knock
Pat-kirtaphcir-pat
Asg=bba aa.
Jpcjp-crdd
knack knack
who is this patpatpatpat
rddrddrdd=jpcjpcjpc
twin soul knocking?
Twin soul continues knocking
true love is eternal
It has no begining no end
it's never too late
nor too soon
Patpatpat you are here
with me round the clock
🕕🕑🕜🕦🕖🕗🕦🕤🕘
nine clocks better
than three
and a half clocks
I love Kemah boat
I can't own it I wore it
I did wear your T- shirt
Just a grandparent missing
her real tree of life.
~~~
By: Karijinbba.
Aug 12, 2022
Aug 12, 2022 at 5:38 PM UTC
JPC-
My true love you threw your magnetic pebbles your magical out worldly rocks
on my lap
you called my small momma your portal to heaven star seed.
I called your small Daddy
the bridge to heaven
and we whispered to each other
the titles; Mama and Papa.
I guess we lived many lifetimes as man and wife as twin souls interchangeable twin flames before.
In almost every book ever written where love is lost or found and in every lifetime we found each other I'm never alone, we remain glued
just one thought away.
I notice your waves right here on HP they fall on my writ pond and mine fall on yours my beloved.
You might just as well call me Delene where both of us meetings in some mystic time travel space ship.
In love with your poetic waves revealing secrets;
true love always takes chances on Earth and up in some exotic E.T. mother ship.
~~~~~~~~~
Mr and Mrs Andrews
with Karijinbba.
Aug 10, 2022
Aug 10, 2022 at 7:20 PM UTC
We all have issues
Harbored in our soul's marrow
Passed down and down pat
Jun 2, 2021
Jun 2, 2021 at 9:05 PM UTC
"Chin chin chinny
Chinny is in love
in love
with whom?
one might ask!
In love with life it's plain to see
also in love with me!*
~~~~~
~unto forever"
across the miles time and space mind soul heart
belly, thighs
and in the midst
spirit breaths of life
yours and mine joined live.
~~~
~All rights reserved.~
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 2:51 AM UTC
*Let the morning rain fall
And pat your head
As softly as if I were there*
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 12:12 PM UTC
I give you a pat on the back,
Me, you always cut some slack,
Thank you for healing my heart,
A 'thank you' would be a start,
You never say anything to whack,
I give you a pat on the back,
You're just a plain golden heart,
A 'thank you' to you for healing my heart.
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 10:06 PM UTC
Like tossing a pebble into a pond,
My long ago memories reflected slowly,
In each ripple of sunshine,
A Fresh breeze whispering lovely songs to me,
From times long past,
Every misty morning sunrise brings hazy memories;
Memories that traveled from a distant time and place,
With eyes wide shut, I dream of times long ago,
Thoughts of today's sadness and yesterday's happiness,
Seasons' change, the fragrance of kimchi and coffee remain,
Waiting some day for the sun from my past to warm my Soul,
It's just like, daydreams of your first lover,
I'm waiting to touch you again,
That we can make new happy memories; Memories that will last for eternity.
Copyright © 2016 Ronald J Chapman All Rights
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 8:25 PM UTC
Mr McParland;
our Primary 4 teacher lived in Newry,
Northern Ireland.
Not a City in those days,
but a dangerous border town.
He had wiry hair like a blonde Afro.
Pat Jennings;
world class goalkeeper for his country,
was also born in Newry.
Our man claimed to know him,
and went to school with the green giant.
We believed without reproach.
Yours truly;
age 6 & 7, in the years of the Hunger Strikes,
born in Belfast.
I was enthralled because Pat was of another
world to kids reared in our divided times.
A symbol of hope on an island of doubt.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 6:13 PM UTC
When past comes knocking
I am most aware
to decision taking
and ghosts reappearing
past is always
pink and gold glitter powder
best untouched and
messy in open envelopes
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 8:45 AM UTC
From the time that Billy was a kid
There was evil in the things he did
His mama knew it
And I knew it too
I told her that he needed help
I tried to avoid this evil whelp
I had to find out
Something I could do
Billy's teachers said he's bad
In fact the worse kid that they had
They sent him home
And kicked him out of school
I told his mama, he can't be mine
She blamed the Mogen David wine
we had when
we were on our honey moon
As he grew up, he wouldn't change
He'd spend his time out on the range
doing things
we didn't want to know
I told his ma, I've had enough
We can't keep hiding from this stuff
the folks about
will run us out of town
It's bad enough when I go for beer
The bartender serves me with a sneer
And the other's look away
Or just look down
I know Billy has a dedication
To certain kinds of medication
But nothing ever helps
The way he acts
We can't blame the Mogen David wine
I said Ma, I think it's time
That Billy left
and that's the facts
Mama cried, but knew the truth
He couldn't live beneath our roof
Or we'd end up
in an early grave
One night I went and said to Billy
You may laugh, and think I'm silly
but, son you have a week
you have to go
Billy nodded and kept on eating
This was a short, family meeting
He looked at me
and said real slow
Pa, I know you don't love me
And ma as well, it's plain to see
We ain't the same
and I ain't moving on
I didn't argue, just got up
I couldn't eat, I couldn't sup
I had to end this
I had to get a gun
I knew I couldn't take him down
But, I'd find someone around the town
someone who would
Rid me of my child
No one came to help us out
I even gave the lord a shout
Help us god
our kid is just too wild
A fellow came, in a week, ten days
His name was Pat, to change Bills ways
He said he'd help
tomorrow night
He faced down Billy at high noon
Bill, dropped like a lead balloon
His ma and I just knew
That this was right
Pat, said things will work out fine
It wasn't Mogen David wine
that made Bill bad
It's just the way of life
He rode off in the setting sun
He'd killed our boy with his six gun
with Billy gone
it's just me and my wife
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 11:01 AM UTC
Come to me love, come to me.
Only for a little while that
We may hold in a warm embrace
and remember that the world
is not as bad as the bitter
Taste left lurking on our tongues.
Come to me love, come to me.
Only for a little while that
I may shelter you from the
Scorn of lovers looking to make
your face mirror that of the
Torn egos they fail to hide.
Come to me love, come to me.
Only for a little while that
We may share this blessed day.
Loved ones gather to hear me
Say the thoughts and feelings
I once kept locked away.
Come to me love, come to me.
Only for a little while that
I may see your face, for only in
Dreaming are we not apart, but
Lonely years have rejuvenated my
Heart and renewed my steadfast grace.
Come to me love, come to me.
Only for eternity. My
Reflection aged and withered, I
See you standing by my side, still
as strong and soothing as the day
You left this world behind.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 6:12 PM UTC
She read my journal
My internal thoughts spewed out of her mouth like *****
Anger. Regret.
I saw him as a book then
And he was easily read
Flipping through his memories, I found tainted history
Tears
Oh, woe is me
this girl, she knows everything.
My incestuous mind
unkind and dark
genuinely written without hesitation
Yet here I stand
Confused, taken aback
Stricken with...
...curiosity, perhaps
Sadness and unknowing
And his eyes apologize while his frown regrets
Perhaps she now feels closer.
There's nothing to hide inside
A relief.
I am disgusted by your actions.
I wonder if he still loves me
He won't take the words back
Ink never erases, and scars remain
And so does my heart
Rooted to my sleeve yet chained to his palm
"I'm sorry", I forget to say
Words so typical end up filling the room
breaking all glass
You made me like this
my words are a byproduct of your insanity
You're sad.
Yes, sad. We are all sad.
You are not entitled to read such things
wretch
I peered into your soul today
Something twisted and half alive
Fault?
A face, my face to place blame
I'll never walk away
Without another war wound
But I'll bleed you dry
Should I question morality? Am I human?
What happened to us?
You seek knowledge, yet cower in its presence
" all loving" I mock the idea
for you despise my words.
My work.
What are they, but a part of me?
Your voice is timid
Your despair, unsettling..
speak
Silence is all I want to hear anymore...
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
In his monochrome home
Postman Pat
Has a black and white television
To colour co-ordinate
With his black and white cat.
As well as
Secret love children
Who also match.
He christened them all Foam.
As befits an autodictat
With a comprehensive
Collection of
Black and white combs
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC