#patrick
Things- Pings
Minnie mouse- swings,
on a big trapeze, she's hanging by her feet
the crowd buzzes like bee's
cheering as she swings
Mickey mouse, scared she might fall
stands strong and tall
at the bottom, waiting to catch her like Popeye
he eats a can of spinach, he looks up at the sky
looking Minnie in the eye
she winks and giggles
she swings and twirls a littles
pumpkin spice and everything nice
Minnie is that
Mickey is a mouse and he lives in an illegal Mickey mouse club house;
Pluto is the bouncer and he has his regulars-
Dora the explorer explored too much-
Sofia the first isn't the first anymore, she has a brother-
Sponge Bob Squarepants isn't square, he's rectangle;
Patrick star is actually really smart
and this poem is really good, thought out and has depth like no other-
believe it
because I don't -
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 12:10 AM UTC
I think of you miss you JpcPjc-rdd
Greet you, hug you, love you.
Beautiful your ink is gold as it was just written from my beloved twin soul Twin Flame just for me alone.
~~;
My precious grown offspring
We can't ever be apart.
Evildoers lie divide
and murderer and
soon will meet
their merited end.
~~
On this side my Abby's goes from the Gulf of Mexico, to further on far to Gaza where I too feel am such Mom, roaming, sinking and lonely in GA holding on to my true love's mind to mind, heart to heart, mourning our once upon a time loss.
How I wish i too could hold
my true love's manly strong powerful distinctive hand..to go rescue the Jewels of my crown motherhood..our kids.
I think of you daily
SAINT VALENTINE DAY TOO
THANK YOU FOR THAT DARLING!.
I look around at this rented
forest lands feeling your presence darlings beloved.
Trees the carpenter bees mating on air, and other wild creatures tiny rabbits, cardinals birds and homeless, hungry cats
that I feed
I may look a the moon
but I am only looking at you
sweetheart.
Thank you for your sweet notes
and chronological love letters
(that jealous bad people stole)
but to my good fortune
photographical memory
To my rescue.
We are together
Always my beloved Sonnet 75.
How I love thee.
~~~~
By: Karijinbba
Sep 16, 2024
Sep 16, 2024 at 7:29 PM UTC
I think of you miss you JpcPjc-rdd
Greet you, hug you, love you.
Beautiful your ink is gold as it was just written from my beloved twin soul Twin Flame just for me alone.
~~;
My precious grown offspring
We can't ever be apart.
Evildoers lie divide
and murderer and
soon will meet
their merited end.
~~
On this side my Abby's goes from the Gulf of Mexico, to further on far to Gaza where I too feel am such Mom, roaming, sinking and lonely in GA holding on to my true love's mind to mind, heart to heart, mourning our once upon a time loss.
How I wish i too could hold
my true love's manly strong powerful distinctive hand..to go rescue the Jewels of my crown motherhood..our kids.
I think of you daily
SAINT VALENTINE DAY TOO
THANK YOU FOR THAT DARLING!.
I look around at this rented
forest lands feeling your presence darlings beloved.
Trees the carpenter bees mating on air, and other wild creatures tiny rabbits, cardinals birds and homeless, hungry cats
that I feed
I may look a the moon
but I am only looking at you
sweetheart.
Thank you for your sweet notes
and chronological love letters
(that jealous bad people stole)
but to my good fortune
photographical memory
To my rescue.
We are together
Always my beloved Sonnet 75.
How I love thee.
~~~~
Apr 3, 2024
Apr 3, 2024 at 10:27 PM UTC
*Perhaps the greatest faculty our minds possess is the ability to cope with pain. Classic thinking teaches us of the four doors of the mind, which everyone moves through according to their need.
First is the door of sleep. Sleep offers us a retreat from the world and all its pain. Sleep marks passing time, giving us distance from the things that have hurt us. When a person is wounded they will often fall unconscious. Similarly, someone who hears traumatic news will often swoon or faint. This is the mind’s way of protecting itself from pain by stepping through the first door.
Second is the door of forgetting. Some wounds are too deep to heal, or too deep to heal quickly. In addition, many memories are simply painful, and there is no healing to be done. The saying ‘time heals all wounds’ is false. Time heals most wounds. The rest are hidden behind this door.
Third is the door of madness. There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity. While this may not seem beneficial, it is. There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind.
Last is the door of death. The final resort. Nothing can hurt us after we are dead, or so we have been told.”*
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 3:24 PM UTC
I'll leave you words
underneath your door
underneath the singing moon
near the place where your feet may pass by
hidden in the holes of wintertime
and when you're alone for a moment
kiss me
whenever you want
Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 11:28 PM UTC
Jack Sparrow had some fun
he
made
SpongeBob
sit in the sun
Bikini bottom
was filled with cotton
and
Patrick
flossed
his
***
Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 4:50 AM UTC
Go into town, call every Tom, Harry, and Nick
tell them to wear green and come out quick
today is saint Patrick's day
no chasing leprechaun today.
Only drowning shamrock in beer like we'e freak
Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 11:23 AM UTC
Come as you are
You are my bright, shining star
Am I really up to par?
Do you want to take this far?
He’s as cute as a button
Always dresses in blue cotton
Love how he is funny and sarcastic
Gets a kick out of my being dramatic
Voice like an angel, body like the devil
You really get me. Want to take it to the next level?
He calms my panic
Makes my heart feel gigantic
He points me left or right
when I lose direction
He is my dreamy knight
and always showers me with affection
Sweet puppy dog eyes
An adorably perfect smile
You can easily melt me and hypnotize
While sipping your chamomile
It was kind of love at first sight
Didn’t really know what was wrong and how to feel right
Until I met you and now I finally know what to do
You are my absolute dream come true
You are my best friend and lover
You make me feel like no other
You are certainly nobody’s pushover
That conflict with Ronnie should blow over
The truth is that you mean the world to me
You are the showman and the Cabaret’s Emcee
And for your next role as future husband to me
Oh how very happy we will be!
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 2:19 AM UTC
Love Story byAndy Williams
'Unforgetable"
"I'll Be Seeing You."
"Can't get enough of your love"
"Are You Lonesome Tonight."
I'll Make Love To You"
"What a wonderful world"
Red red Wine
At Last.
"Yesterday" J.Lenon
~~~~
[ Nathan, Joseph-Pat-Rick ]
Close your eyes, make a wish
And blow out the candlelight
For tonight is just your night
We're gonna celebrate,
all thru the night
[Shawn Pat.Rick, J Paul Taylor ]
Pour the wine, light the fire
Guinevere your wish is my command
I submit to your demands
I will do anything, Karijinbba, you need only ask
[ Joseph-Paul-Patrick-Richard]
I'll make love to you
Like you want me to
And I'll hold you tight
Angelina-babe
all through the night
I'll make love to you
When you want me to
And I will not let go
'Till you tell me to
[Wanya, Shawn, Pat-Rick]
my true love AnKarijin,
relax let's go slow!
I ain't got nowhere to go
I'm just gonna concentrate on you the whole night through
My Kariginny are you ready?
it's gonna be a long night.
Throw your clothes (Throw your clothes) on the floor (on the floor)
[Shawn Wanja, Nathan, Pat-Rick]
I'm gonna take my clothes off too
I made plans to be with you queen bee mine Karin whatever you ask me, you know, I could do
[Angel'Q Karijinbba Chinny Chin]
I'll make love to you too
Like you want me to Rickie babe
And I'll hold you tight
My baby Pat
all through the night
I'll make love to you
When you want me to
And I will not let go
'Till you tell me to!
[Wanya,Shawn,PatRick, Nathan:]
Angeli'q Babychin
tonight is your night
And I will do you right
Just make a wish on your night
Anything that you ask
I will give you the love of your life, your life, your life
love of my life.
~~~~
Boys To Men: For:Karijinbba.
start 54-(74-95)-05.end.
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 7:18 PM UTC
She lay in bed asleep
until morning came.
She woke up
just the same.
She got dressed
in her favorite red shirt.
She ran downstairs
also in her favorite blue skirt.
She said a pleasant hello
to her father and mother
She ate her cereal
next to her brother.
Enjoying her bowl,
she soon felt a bit of pain.
Just a bit to her arm.
Then she felt it again.
She turned to her brother
in an annoyed soft of way.
"What are you pinching me for?"
"It's St.Patrick's Day."
She rolled her eyes.
"I shouldn't give you a pinch"
"Why is that?"
"Because you are the Grinch."
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 9:53 PM UTC
As Heaven and Hell filled your glass you gave me the the gift of laughter and raised my spirits several times.
Those stories about a plethora of assess, wild crazed friends, and a hard painful life intrigued me for countless hours.
Never are you just a simple shade of black or white your always that insane drunk artist that mixes up the paint.
Your advice and experience taught me new colors that I would have never been able to imagine before.
Unlike me your a true writer that’s unaffected with the STD of being just a poet, but you still just might have the clap.
Your works are ****** great so don’t you EVER stop trying to get your stuff out to this twisted world……..
Because if you quit I will seriously be obligated to punch you and I know you’ll still be able to easily kick my ***
even though you probably broke your hip after you got out of your walker and unplugged your dialysis machine.
I’m not a mascochist (Unless I get a *** of cash or your a pretty Asian girl) so please for the love of god never make me do that, and hell I really like a lot you so I’d really prefer not to put a .38 special deep into your chest cavity.
Keep staying crazy you son of a ***** and although more than likely as your future attorney I’ll sure as hell stay busy,
but your my big brother and I ******* love you man so don’t you ever change.
P.S. Don’t hog on all of the good runoff ***** unless they are too chubby.
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 8:10 PM UTC
A poetic
password feels
right today
as she
drew lines
parallel with
her cadence
that logic
shorten arc
of real
flatulent her
desire now
circumcise blind
interaction to
dissect lateness
but to
ensure righteous.
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 6:18 AM UTC
Do you remember that night?
The night you died?
You ran to the sea
Almost unconscious.
Your body craved to be exposed
To the cold winter air.
You could almost hear
As your bones were trembling
Underneath your dry frosty skin.
The waves were calling you,
Beckoning you towards your future.
They stole your future.
As you were embraced by the water,
Your head was already filled
With nothing
But dread.
You almost fought for survival.
Submerged underneath,
The water was singing your name.
And you were dancing to the melody
That had you drowning.
And you were willing
To give it your last drop of air.
Your body
Was not yours to control.
It was already consumed
By the Sirens of the sea.
And your purple lips
Were singing
In sync with the Water Nymphs’ song.
And you were enjoying every second of it
For you have had enough
Of everything going wrong.
Your attempts
To go above water
Were more than plain hopeless,
For you had already soled your rightful place
In the world of the living.
Your skin was not yours anymore.
It was hardly even human flesh,
For it was blue like the sea.
You almost looked like a Nymph yourself.
Your teeth cracked
To the exposure of the winter air.
You were not welcomed above anymore,
You were to be endlessly in water.
Your whole naked body
Was chained
With invisible shackles,
Pulling you down,
Showing you mercilessly
Where you were now belonging.
Last attempt.
And the bottom cried your name,
Melting your fragile
Naked young body
In the icy depths.
Do you remember that night?
The night you died?
You ran to the sea
Almost alive.
And you seem to be pleased
With how the waves play
With your unsteady corps.
You seem fine
With the way they spin you around
Until you can’t understand anymore
Where is up
And where is down.
You don’t seem bothered
By the way the water
Mashes your head in the rocks.
You seem okay
With the sea draining your blood.
And you don’t seem to care
How the cold winter water
Takes your empty life.
Simply
You reached to Heaven.
And it reached to you.
You were endlessly searching
For something
More Than This.
And that consumed you.
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 3:53 PM UTC
**The cracks in your story are illuminated within reason
And your truths are so transparent
Even I can see beyond the void
And past the screen you hold up to hide behind
Sunsets have no need to hide beauty
Nature basks in truth
It is only mere man that wanders aimlessly
Wanting a place where his truth is hidden
Come I beg
Drown me in your desire for a life less meaningless
Oh how I desire it more my friend
And how the sunsets beauty no longer sets me free from my suffering
Souls scream
Hearts are fragmented, crumbled and left to scatter on the breeze
Your scars are unique
And I my friend will trace with my finger tip along each one
Like a dot to dot
And you will show me your truths
You have tried to stay hidden
But I'm sorry you have failed
There are a few
We are special
We are unique
Maybe we are your scars made into reality
Maybe we are your madness running wild
Write a story of unburdened love
Create an art piece
Before it crumbles
What was it that you desired?
Who were you portraying before you lost self to the breeze?
You may like to believe my friend that transparency does not exist
That your not made of glass
That you will not break
But break we must at the end of every day
So that tomorrow in sunrise the sharp edges may morph and surrender
Once more hiding within
The man excapes into the sunrise too fearful
And yet does not realise
The truth before his own eyes***
Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 2:01 PM UTC
by David Patrick Mowers
Been together a long, long time,
your heart and hand held close to mine,
but after fourteen years,
and you know some thousand tears...
I don't wear my heart on my sleeve anymore.
Had some problems in our life...
times I weren't your Man, times you weren't my Wife,
..but after Fourteen Years,
and you know some thousand tears..
I don't wear my heart on my sleeve anymore.
Oh no more..
No, no, no-o....no more-or
Still have to think about,
all the things we couldn't talk out....
..but I don't wear my heart on my sleeve anymore...
Oh I know I don't wear my heart on my sleeve anymore.
Now the end is finally come,
new things have now begun,
funny, I still think of you,
...and all the things that we've been through,
But I don't wear my heart on my sleeve anymore.
No, no I don't wear my heart on my sleeve anymore.
I can't wear my heart on my sleeve anymore,
no more...
...I don't wear it no more,
I don't wear it!
I don't wear it no more....
Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 12:39 AM UTC
Today is just a day, & tomorrow's a new day!
Here in this moment, just enjoy it. Enjoy each day for what
It is! Enjoy this life for the little moments.
Show everyone kindness and you'll get it back.
Care, for those around you! We all go through
It & we need to be there for each other.
Together we can get through it.
Yesterday was just a day.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 2:27 PM UTC
I'll raise a pint of Guinness,
There's little else to say,
Let's drink, dance and be merry,
On this St Patrick's Day.
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 6:59 AM UTC
Some micro poems about antiheroes.
I give my best friends black eyes,
I wont lye,
Some of it's their blood,
Some of it's mine,
But I cant talk about the first rule.
Tick tok,
Whirring cogs and grinding gears,
Going after low hanging fruit,
While we're,
Singing in the rain.
Returning video tapes,
Often leads to Huey Lewis and the news,
Raincoat, reservation, rat, rage,
I escape through blood lust and *******
But this is not an exit.
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 6:01 PM UTC
Hey! I know you! You are created in God’s image, made in heaven, assembled on Earth, tagged ‘Bright future’. All your life you have strangled it may be just by the way you wrecklessly live your life as a young person. And Right now, you could even be fighting what you’ve called a bad past. Your parents, you feel were not your best expectation. They did not give you the best body or figure. Why was I not born in Rwakitura? You ask sometimes!! Your friends cannot understand you because you don’t seem to understand yourself either. You wish you could do many things, participate in many activities but you fear that public eye. “What will they think? What if I fail?” You keep turning your head to see if someone is pointing at you. You fear people may be talking behind your back. You have fears you cannot face. You have a dream but can’t explain why everyone else gets the opportunity except you. You feel none cares, no one bothers. Even those who dare may be up to personal interests. You have a small book where you have written your earthly troubles. It is tucked away under your bed. You feel lonely even when you’re in a crowd. You have cried so many times, so many tears. Your heart is almost in pieces. 'A certain man named Zacchaeus was in your association. It seemed like he was not on Jesus’ programme that day. He was rich on the outside but yet empty on the inside. You, like him don’t seem to enjoy Jesus the way others do because of some shortness. Your opportunities have been hiding right behind your limitations. Zacchaeus ran ahead of the rest and clambered up a sycamore tree. There Jesus invited him to climb down, for that night he would be his guest. Probably you have been laboring so hard to attract Jesus’ attention, week after week with little or no hope. Yet your moment of heavenly visitation came many years ago at Calvary’s cross. He that came to seek and save the lost is already smiling in your direction, inviting you to alight from yourself self pity, your in-built guilt, doubst, past disappointments and whatever else it might be, so you can allow the great physician give rest to your troubled soul;
Young man, you are handsome. Young Lady, you are beautiful and gorgeous. Therefore may the fruit of your doings be excellent and comely for all who see you.May you be as a beautiful tree whose fruit is sweet and whose leaf does not fade. A garden well watered and tended.May you be established above challenges & temptations, to be a Living epistle, being read every day and may many consult at your feet-in earnest desire to know the secret of how you have overcome. Today is here again. The opportunity is now.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 10:25 AM UTC
What would you say to me
If I told you that all things
have a name?
A name, created forever ago-
A name singular, secret and sacred-
A name that grants form?
What if I told you
that if you cried out
The Name of the Moon,
You could bathe at mid-day
under its dappled, failing shine-
playing partner to its light?
That if you called to the skies
you could surround yourself
with a span of azure infinity,
Paint sun-songs with hidden words,
Or caress cloud-worn creations while
floating in blue nothingness?
To think; You could merely utter
The Name of Oceans - That
vast implication; You could
Summon distant, breaking shores
for your own inspection and approval-
To satisfy the simplest curiosity?
Would you say it was a fantasy?
Something grand to ponder;
And then regretfully forget?
That to strum the chords of creation
with key-words and mere intentions,
Is a blasphemy?
But what if... What if
I spoke to you the Name of Love,
As soft as daylight-sighs ending?
Would you scoff at my audacity,
To arrogantly manipulate its meaning
by not letting it go free?
Or would you realize, and see-
That despite all that power, I can't find
the name for what you mean to me?
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 8:45 PM UTC
What I see is
imperfection
in the eyes of
Elevator.
John is sleeping.
John is kicking the ball.
Dear Papa,
why the cosmos is
the cosmos.
The reverence shines through
my hole.
The whole swimming pool was left in the ocean.
Dear Papa,
please tell me how to
have
sand.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 5:29 PM UTC