"patricks" poems
I HATE THE IDEA OF SUFFERING, BUT WITH ME THE WAY
I AM, I MUST SUFFER, BUT I SUFFER THOUGH BEING TREATED LIKE A LITTLE YOUNG DUDE
CAUSE I WORRY ABOUT GETTING TREATED LIKE THE ONLY ONE IN MY FAMILY
THAT WILL GET THREATENED AND KILLED, YOU SEE I BECAME A BUDDHIST
BECAUSE I WANT TO BE SAVED IN MY BELIEFS, EVEN THOUGH ALL RELIGIONS
ARE TRYING TO KEEP THE PEACE, YOU SEE I LIKE BUDDHISM, CAUSE, I CAN EXPLAIN
MY PREVIOUS LIVES, LIKE GREAME THORNE AND PATRICK DUNBAR, 2 8 YEAR OLD BOYS
THAT WERE KILLED, BUT I AM STILL SUFFERING BY THE CROWD UP IN THE HEAVENS
GETTING GHOSTS OF ED GEIN AND STEVEN BRADLEY AND TED BUNDY, COMES OUT
AND FORCES ME TO THROW MYSELF IN GARGAGE HOPPERS AND TIE MYSELF UP WITH
VINNIES ROPE IN MITCHELL, SAYING KIDNAP ME TO AN ADULT, YA SEE, I AM A MAN
WHO FOLLOWS THE PATH OF BUDDHISM, WHERE, I AM WILLING TO UNDERSTAND OTHER PEOPLE’S
VIEWS, I AM SUFFERING THROUGH PATRICKS COOL KID, BECAUSE I COMMITTED A CRIME
BACK IN 1990, HE CAN’T SEEM TO EXCEPT, TO LEAVE ME IN, WE ARE NOT AT SCHOOL ANYMORE
AND I DON’T DO WHAT I USED TO DO, I LIKE LEARNING HOW TO BE AT PEACE
UMMMMMMMM BRING ME PEACE
UMMMMMMMM FIND ME INNER HAPPINESS
UMMMMMMMM TAKE MY MATES OUT OF MY HEAD
UMMMMMMM ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY SAY, MY BROTHER’S NOT AROUND ANYMORE
UMMMMMMMM I WANT TO LIVE IN ADELAIDE SOME DAY
UMMMMMMMM CAUSE IT’S A VERY FESTIVE CITY FOR ME
UM,MMMMMMM TAKE DAD OUT OF MY HEAD, I AM NOT LIKE A YOUNG DUDE TO A ****
UMMMMMMMMM LET ME BE REFORMED
UMMMMMMMMM BRING ME PEACE, UMMMMMMM BRING ME PEACE UMMMMMMMMM BRING ME PEACE
I DON’T WANT TO TRY AND BE THE ONLY ADULT OUT OF MY OLD MATES
I DON’T WANT THAT VOICE WHEN ALL MY PREVIOUS LIVES MY FAMILY PATRICK AND DANIEL AND THE KIDS OF THE PAST
ARE FLYING AROUND MY HEAD
I HATE PEOPLE TEASING ME IN MY HEAD, UMMMMMMMMM I WANT TO BE A PEACEFUL BUDDHIST MAN
I AM NO LONGER A KID OR A LADY, AND I AM NO LONGER A MAN TO A FIGHT
I DON’T WANT TO BE A LITTLE YEAH MATE YEAH KID, UNLESS IT’S SHOWING OFF MY STORIES AND ****
I AM A BUDDHIST, ARTIST WRITER YOUTUBE ENTERTAINER AND COOL PERSON COMING TO THE MALL WITH HIS COKE
UMMMMMMMMMM BRING ME PEACE UMMMMMMMM BRING ME PEACE UMMMMMMMM BRING ME PEACE
ONLY YEAH MATE YEAH KIDS OR NERDS CONCENTRATE ON BUDDHISM , I KNOW I AIN’T A NERD
I BELIEVE BUDDHISTS MEND EVERY BLADE OF GRASS AND LIKE ME THEY BELIEVE IN REINCARNATION
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 4:57 AM UTC
Gilhooley had ordered a meeting
Everyone had to come round
St. Patricks day will be upon us
And a venue just has to be found
We have to find somewhere authentic
Our normal old pub just won't do
We can't celebrate with the punters
Where the beer isn't green, it's dyed blue
Gilhooley awaited suggestions
It had to be somewhere close by
There were all sorts of names on the table
So they decided to give them a try
It needed to be "somewhat old Irish"
with no dee jay, and a folky type band
they had to have red headed women
And a barman, with drinks poured and at hand
The first place they went was McKenna's
It seemed like a great place at first
but the service was slower than treacle
and a man would just die here of thirst
They found one that looked rather Irish
It was known as the new *** of gold
it had a rainbow outside on the awning
this should have been a warning fortold
the next one they tried was a classic
The green and gold tavern....a hit
but, it was booked on the day for a party
and this didn't please them one bit
they finally found one to their liking
full of guineess and pretty colleens
a punjabi bar by the name of ben doury's
where everything was curried and green
it was a party that no one remembered
that meant that it must have been good
nobody went to the jailhouse
even though three or four of them should
The beer and the curry were epic
the singing was like nothing we'd heard
a sitar and cymbal based trio
played so loud that nothing was heard
Gilhooley said next year we have to
come back here and do it again
It was the best St. Patty's ever
most of them passed out by ten
The next time you go out to party
call Ben Doury, the place is spot on
the food and the beer are one colour
with a Punjabi Mumbai Leprachaun
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 11:51 PM UTC
My mind is blurred, days feel like weeks, weeks feel like years, years seem like centuries, i dont know truths from lies, yes from no, me from some other stupid mistake making fool, i dont know what being in love is anymore, but i do know i want my life to be happy and to know what love is instead of heart break and pain. but as it sits now its nothing but a dream ill never get. Once i get that my mind will be a blur so heres to hope that one day it will be blur free. and heres to hope. happy st patricks day to all and happy early birthday to my self even though it wont be a happy one. it never has been sense i was a kid.
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 11:03 PM UTC
Paddy met a *********
at a Pedestrian crossing
with a Poodle Painted
green on Patricks Day
Pretending to be Catholic
but he was a Protestant
because he walked on
the Orange and got Bradley
injured by The Secretary of
State Karen a Unionist to a
Papal Propaganda meeting
in Portadown attended by
Paisley-ites Pronouncing
Phonetic Parables in Portuguese.
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 3:24 AM UTC
i am a hobo and a *****
and my best mate is thommo
i have a beard and i never want to cut it
cause i am a hobo and there is no doubt about it
i have salt coming from my sweat
because i am a ***** hobo
i have a filthy mind, you see if you tease me
i will tie you up with fishing line
i am a loser, because i am a hobo
being a hobo is better than being a big rich **** anyway
i feel i don’t want to work because i am an artist
i get my mates looking worried because they really care for me
hobos are cool hobos are cool, i am a hobo and proud of it
i wish patrick would get out of my head because i was a fool to ever think i was as straight as him
i am a hobo and i’m a ***** and i never shave oh no no
cause i am a hobo, and never put foot wrong unless you understand that i have changed
you see i hear patricks voice saying that he wants to do what he used to do
i say you know what used to did, he just used to
cause i am a hobo and a *****
and i work hard at cleaning the bad stuff out of my brain, yeah
i am a ***** and a hobo and patrick is a ******
i am young and i run free, you see patrick is old and grey
cause we are getting on in years, and patrick is living in the past, what a LOSER
i am a hobo and ypbbo, i don’t believe in being woosey clean
i am not to blame not to blame, for the problems of the world, it puts us in shame
a terror in paris and the world trade centre, it is horrible what the terrorists are putting this world through
i am a hobo and a ***** and my best mates name is thommo
and patrick is stuck with lyle, like what should happen
ya see dude i am ‘cool man’ and he said cool you, yeah cool me
your a boy mmmmmm i am a hobo and ***** i am having fun, dudes
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 8:13 PM UTC
Millicent hid a rotted tooth with her pretty hand , schemed every whimsical , nervous smile .. St. Patricks medallion hung prominent at the neckline , Millie scribbled in black marker on a company name tag ..
Her back to the building at closing time , an occasional laugh , whispering in a co-workers ear like girls do sometimes , glowing in the realm of a yellow security light .. Locked in brief thought , waiting for her ride home ...
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 6:53 PM UTC
i like people doing what they want to do
i can’t stand people copying me
cause to me, thet are very very nerdy
i think mum is too respecting of people
too caring cause i don’t want to meet my mates when i am 70
i prefer to be living in adelaide or maybe even hollywood
have my own television sitcom
i am a slob but i am no controller
if you want to tell me to stop
just think, i won’t listen, i am a hard case
my house isn’t too bad ya see
i get it cleaned once a week ya see
i don’t have to do the family thing
for the simple reason, i haven’t got a family ha ha ha ha
you see i hate people playing with knives
knives are used to **** people with
it is horrible to **** people, HORRIBLE
I ain’t getting killed, i want people to stop saying brian’s not a cool kid
i know how not to **** people off
i like computers, they are more fun than teasing and punching people
write it out of ya, i am straight i don’t like koomarris or norms cuddling up to me, i am not gay
i am as straight as a knife, i don’t want people feel they have got to muck with me
those people are losers anyway
don’t **** and don’t pity, i don’t do that kind of thing
i was telling someone voices, but i didn’t want any pity from it
i am a computer **** kid, my family are off to bed, so they can be left alone, what losers are they
you feel better sleeping on the chair like me
i hate nobody but horrible fighters, teasers and robbers
i am a nice kid, who really knows how to behave, (yeah like a buffoon)
i don’t like people living in the past with me, saying my brother and mummy are still cool kids
they are complete and utter losers, but i don’t **** them off, causer in life, i am happy
they are angry i am happy they are angry, if patrick mucks with my mum, i will walk past
his house and blast heavy metal music or stan right to her head, there is no such thing as an adult
i am a cool person, too old to be a kid, i liked patricks voice back then, it is just mum and dad were
worried about me, rightly so, but i am loving life, people who go to bed, just go to bed to die
i liked patrick, because he teased in a cool way but i hate his voice now, because i do what i wanna do
i am not into being bullied around, just because i don’t (quotey fingers) go to bed, sleeping on the couch
is what all famous people do, i haven’t got a family, so i am hiding from you, and then they say
your father isn’t around to protect you anymore briany, so watch your step, i understand when i was young
but now i know how to behave, like a nice person, who wants to help the poor by helping at common ground
and maybe just maybe, DONATE a few tapestries
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 1:56 AM UTC
The Saturn Ball, on Saturday June 8th, 2013
You see kids nowadays are having so much fun and these kids
Are inspired by the great Saturn Ball which was started by Peter
Sargent, and Scott McDonald, whose current earth lives are
Enjoying psrying together as well as tying each other up, and
On Saturn, Peter and Scott are having a big party where they
Had dancing girls like Marilyn Monroe and Elizabeth Montgomery
And also Dana Reeves as well,,and Peter Sargent is as *****
As a toad, and he is trying to get in the head of Brian Allan, because
He liked how Brian was nice to him before he died, and to get into
His head in the form of his best friend Patrick, you see Peter
Sargent died to get into Brian's head to make sure he doesn't poo
His pants, because I actually was cool to his point of view
When he saw me in the Page Tavern all the years ago
And it was about that time, when Patricks voice was getting
Into full swing, and it was driving me crazy miss daisy
Before then Scott McDonald died and also got into Brian's head
And he chose Patrick's voice as well, but he was the voice saying
Brian is not like us, Brian is not like us,,Chris used to be like us
When he was really really young, but Brian isn't like us,no way,,no fear
The thing is, Peter and Scott aren't worried how they use these voices
They just want to make Brian be cool to a young dudes point of view
Because, Scott thought Patrick was weird, and didn't want to be
In the same room as him, and despite me trying to talk to him
Scott wanted just to tease me, cause I wanted to be like Patrick
And there was only one opportunity and that was to die and get unti
Brian Allans brain and push Patrick's voice trying to tease him
Scott said, I am not a family person anymore, I want Brian to suffer
So we'll turn Patrick against him by holding our own Saturn ball
And Patricks voice was also Peter Sargent trying to put into Brian 's
Head that Patrick was Joining the young dudes
To tease Brian, I couldn't understand this, and I said
Leave me alone Pat, but his voice was Peter Sargent
Saying to Patrick, you are like us, and Brian Allan is a little shy boy
Who has no known friends, anyway, Patrick is the innocent party
He still likes me, you know it was Peter Sargent who planted his
Voice from the sound of Patricks voice to bug the **** out of Brian
But the main reason was that, Brian had it give up beer
And work on himself, and eventually he will figure it out
Peter Sargent, and Scott McDonald, who got into
Brian's brother Chris's voice in trying to make Chris doing what I did with Patrick
Which means Patrick mucked with Chris as he would muck with me
But hello, it was really Peter Sargent and Scott McDonald
And in the last two days, Peter Sargent and Scott McDonald are
Holding the first ever Saturn Ball, and everyone is partying all night
And Peter Sargent is pushing onto his brain, and the earth life
I somewhere on earth going through a lot of trouble
Peter Sargent cracked open the wine bottle and everyone partied
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 8:28 AM UTC
You are so terribly corrupted by the tragedy that lingers in your blood.
So terribly crumbled by the silhouettes in the night, how the shadows that dance reminds you so much of his.
You find yourself shrivelled by the world, haunted by your thoughts.
Yet my love, through your sorrows and woes,
I beg of you, do not forget.
Remember how he looked at you that day,
How you knew that you would hide that look on the tips of your eyelids for years.
Remember when he held your hand, when you saw the beauty in the world and with knees trembling, you knew.
Remember the thunderbolts that rioted in your soul when he traced your skin for the first time, when you were so electric and so terrified you could barely stand it.
Remember his mumbled midnight dreams and how he was so grateful that you were the last thing he saw, remember that those twists and turns that were, at one point, the most important thing in the universe.
Remember him, finding you, when you had encaged yourself in a silent room, full of so many things, that were beginning to drown you.
Remember how he was there.
Remember in your drunken haze, when you held his hand and led him through the streets. Remember when he held you, when he made you feel alright.
Remember when he followed you to the door, and how you felt when he held your wrists to stop you from leaving. Remember that.
Remember when you thought that it was simply so astounding, to have found him at all.
Remember that things are sometimes good and sometimes bad and most importantly, that anything worth having known in this world requires without doubt, an equal and brilliant mix of both.
Remember that you were happy once and please don't be ashamed of that.
And above all, remember who you used to be.
-
*"Beg yourself, my love, beg yourself,
To not forget who was knocking on your door.
In the rain, on Saint Patricks day."*
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 7:22 AM UTC
St. Patricks Day is when
everything turns green...
Just look down the street,
and you'll see what I mean...
There's green in the windows
and green on the doors...
And people with green shirts
and green hair to adore...
People that celebrate
by drinking green beer...
And laughing and singing
for it's been a whole year...
It's the luck of the Irish
that's what I hear...
by ~ Judy
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 4:35 AM UTC
I can claim it
as Australian
back then
when
it was fashionable
to steal people
from their homes
for trying to feed
their children
****** English curs
riding roughshod
over people herds
sending them
to the 'Colonies'
Oh, Irish I might be
except
that the English
had no problem
dealing the same fate
to their own
No, I don't claim Irish
for that alone
I claim 5th generation
Australian, on a Paternal side
Dad never was one to hide
the fact we were born
of a Bushrangers lot
I never forgot
where my Maiden name
came from
I married an Irishman
I am a Doogan
(spelling changed
when coming to this land)
I don't claim Irish
but am proud to be
a part of a heritage
that lives to be free
That just wants freedom
to have their own day
Not to be oppressed
by a country that has no right
to suckle at its breast
Happy St Patricks Day
:)
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 6:48 AM UTC
st patricks day in the land of green
every year this is day is seen
the pipers play to the crowd
who celebrate as they play out loud
they have parties and lots of things
to celebrate the day it brings
as the parades begin there fun
to mark the day it all begun
we wont forget this special day
in the land of green so bright and gay.
Mar 17, 2010
Mar 17, 2010 at 10:10 AM UTC
I am not IRISH,
but on Saint Patricks Day
I be one tall and strong.
One to appreciate Irish music,
and dance with
Celtic Thunder.
Where I wear Green
and wave flag honoring
the country grand.
One to have button
saying Kiss Me I'm Irish
and wait for one openly.
Where I turn TV onto
parade to cheer happily
inside day.
One to breath deep
and speak with
learned Irish accent delicately.
I am not IRISH
but full of celebration
for date of March 17th
dear to heart.
Perhaps in next life, I shall be.
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 11:32 AM UTC
They always say that the good ones go first,
But the question I struggle to understand is why?
Why did you have to leave? Why now? Why so early?
But we can never answer questions like that you see
Always wondering if this life will ever be fair and kind
Losing someone you love is unbearable and painful
So painful that you wish you could fly away with them
Wait for me.. please don’t go
But you can’t hear my call
Because you are already settled in your new home
While I’m stuck down here
With the crazies, racists, sexists misogynists
Why would you leave me here?
You took the best thing that I ever had
I know the fight was hard
But I wish the fight was just a little longer
Just so I could tell you how much I love you
And now I don’t know what to do
There’s no one to pick up my tears
And turn them into butterflies
No one to tell me everything will be okay
I can’t say that he was being selfish when he whisked you away
But don’t you think It’s funny
He chose you out of everyone else
And that made me realise why the good ones go first
Because you was too perfect
Too perfect to be sitting here with me
Only angels know the meaning
And one day I’ll be waiting for the day
Waiting for the day, so you can tell me why?
R.I.P Uncle Pat
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 3:53 PM UTC
St. Patricks Day is when
everything turns green...
Just look down the street,
and you'll see what I mean...
There's green in the windows
and green on the doors...
And people with green shirts
and green hair to adore...
People that celebrate
by drinking green beer...
And laughing and singing
for it's been a whole year...
It's the luck of the Irish
that's what I hear...
by ~ Judy
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 8:42 AM UTC
st patricks day in ireland let the pipers play
time for celebration on this special day
time get together party all night long
dancing to the pipers to an irish song
celebrate st patrick in the irish way
make st patick proud on this special day
dance the night away with friends and family
filled with lots of fun the way its meant to be
Mar 17, 2022
Mar 17, 2022 at 9:07 AM UTC
St Patrick’s day
St Patrick’s day
The best day in the world
Where the streets are coloured green my love
The best day in the world
Lepricorns and green pizza slices
Having so much fun
People in green top hats smoking green pipes yes that is so much fun
St Patrick was a true Catholic
Who lived life to the full
Great Irish Sea shanty’s
Playing right down the road
Giving gifts in bags
To everyone in the crowd
Children’s dance groups
Dancing to true Irish music
Kids in back of police cars
Having a ****** ball
Also in fire engines
Putting out an Irish fire
St Patrick st Patrick
A day of fun for all
Mar 17, 2023
Mar 17, 2023 at 5:26 AM UTC