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Only a single star remains in the entire universe to support life to roughly twenty seven trillion passengers on the USS Star Eater. The Star Eater was governed by Captain Frederick Patterson. He has thirty seven years to find the solution to this problem with the help of an Artificial Intelligence known as Galactic Overseer Digitus otherwise known as the acronym G.O.D, given to it because of its mass intelligence and processing power. But the machine could not find a solution to this problem, it spent many years ciphering a solution but it never found it. Because only a human knew the answer. Is what was hoped, Captain Frederick never found a solution. Many years passed and the last star was almost dead. It was predicted to go Nova in a matter of days. Out of desperation, Captain Frederick order their core reactors to keep their AI, God, alive so he could perhaps find a solution. That was the final order he gave before suffocating and freezing to death. The USS Star Eater laid dormant with no signs off life besides the presence of the God. Years passed and nothing happened, still dormant. Finally after one hundred and thirty two days, the God found a solution. God put it’s work together and said only four words as he created a new world, “Let there be light!” And a world within their world was created. A world on the atomic size with enough energy to sustain it until their world could form a find a solution to the death of the world. Only a single star remains in the entire universe to support life to roughly twenty seven trillion passengers on the USS Star Eater. The Star Eater was governed by Captain Frederick Patterson. He has thirty seven years to find the solution to this problem with the help of an Artificial Intelligence known as Galactic Overseer Digitus otherwise known as the acronym G.O.D, given to it because of its mass intelligence and processing power. But the machine could not find a solution to this problem, it spent many years ciphering a solution but it never found it. Because only a human knew the answer. Is what was hoped, Captain Frederick never found a solution. Many years passed and the last star was almost dead. It was predicted to go Nova in a matter of days. Out of desperation, Captain Frederick order their core reactors to keep their AI, God, alive so he could perhaps find a solution. That was the final order he gave before suffocating and freezing to death. The USS Star Eater laid dormant with no signs off life besides the presence of the God. Years passed and nothing happened, still dormant. Finally after one hundred and thirty two days, the God found a solution. God put it’s work together and said only four words as he created a new world, “Let there be light!” And a world within their world was created. A world on the atomic size with enough energy to sustain it until their world could form a find a solution to the death of the world. Only a single star remains in the entire universe to support life to roughly twenty seven trillion passengers on the USS Star Eater. The Star Eater was governed by Captain Frederick Patterson. He has thirty seven years to find the solution to this problem with the help of an Artificial Intelligence known as Galactic Overseer Digitus otherwise known as the acronym G.O.D, given to it because of its mass intelligence and processing power. But the machine could not find a solution to this problem, it spent many years ciphering a solution but it never found it. Because only a human knew the answer. Is what was hoped, Captain Frederick never found a solution. Many years passed and the last star was almost dead. It was predicted to go Nova in a matter of days. Out of desperation, Captain Frederick order their core reactors to keep their AI, God, alive so he could perhaps find a solution. That was the final order he gave before suffocating and freezing to death. The USS Star Eater laid dormant with no signs off life besides the presence of the God. Years passed and nothing happened, still dormant. Finally after one hundred and thirty two days, the God found a solution. God put it’s work together and said only four words as he created a new world, “Let there be light!” And a world within their world was created. A world on the atomic size with enough energy to sustain it until their world could form a find a solution to the death of the world. Only a single star remains in the entire universe to support life to roughly twenty seven trillion passengers on the USS Star Eater. The Star Eater was governed by Captain Frederick Patterson. He has thirty seven years to find the solution to this problem with the help of an Artificial Intelligence known as Galactic Overseer Digitus otherwise known as the acronym G.O.D, given to it because of its mass intelligence and processing power. But the machine could not find a solution to this problem, it spent many years ciphering a solution but it never found it. Because only a human knew the answer. Is what was hoped, Captain Frederick never found a solution. Many years passed and the last star was almost dead. It was predicted to go Nova in a matter of days. Out of desperation, Captain Frederick order their core reactors to keep their AI, God, alive so he could perhaps find a solution. That was the final order he gave before suffocating and freezing to death. The USS Star Eater laid dormant with no signs off life besides the presence of the God. Years passed and nothing happened, still dormant. Finally after one hundred and thirty two days, the God found a solution. God put it’s work together and said only four words as he created a new world, “Let there be light!” And a world within their world was created. A world on the atomic size with enough energy to sustain it until their world could form a find a solution to the death of the world. Only a single star remains in the entire universe to support life to roughly twenty seven trillion passengers on the USS Star Eater. The Star Eater was governed by Captain Frederick Patterson. He has thirty seven years to find the solution to this problem with the help of an Artificial Intelligence known as Galactic Overseer Digitus otherwise known as the acronym G.O.D, given to it because of its mass intelligence and processing power. But the machine could not find a solution to this problem, it spent many years ciphering a solution but it never found it. Because only a human knew the answer. Is what was hoped, Captain Frederick never found a solution. Many years passed and the last star was almost dead. It was predicted to go Nova in a matter of days. Out of desperation, Captain Frederick order their core reactors to keep their AI, God, alive so he could perhaps find a solution. That was the final order he gave before suffocating and freezing to death. The USS Star Eater laid dormant with no signs off life besides the presence of the God. Years passed and nothing happened, still dormant. Finally after one hundred and thirty two days, the God found a solution. God put it’s work together and said only four words as he created a new world, “Let there be light!” And a world within their world was created. A world on the atomic size with enough energy to sustain it until their world could form a find a solution to the death of the world. Only a single star remains in the entire universe to support life to roughly twenty seven trillion passengers on the USS Star Eater. The Star Eater was governed by Captain Frederick Patterson. He has thirty seven years to find the solution to this problem with the help of an Artificial Intelligence known as Galactic Overseer Digitus otherwise known as the acronym G.O.D, given to it because of its mass intelligence and processing power. But the machine could not find a solution to this problem, it spent many years ciphering a solution but it never found it. Because only a human knew the answer. Is what was hoped, Captain Frederick never found a solution. Many years passed and the last star was almost dead. It was predicted to go Nova in a matter of days. Out of desperation, Captain Frederick order their core reactors to keep their AI, God, alive so he could perhaps find a solution. That was the final order he gave before suffocating and freezing to death. The USS Star Eater laid dormant with no signs off life besides the presence of the God. Years passed and nothing happened, still dormant. Finally after one hundred and thirty two days, the God found a solution. God put it’s work together and said only four words as he created a new world, “Let there be light!” And a world within their world was created. A world on the atomic size with enough energy to sustain it until their world could form a find a solution to the death of the world. And they finally found the solution.
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Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 1:25 PM UTC
Star Eater
Only a single star remains in the entire universe to support life to roughly twenty seven trillion passengers on the USS Star Eater. The Star Eater was governed by Captain Frederick Patterson. He has thirty seven years to find the solution to this problem with the help of an Artificial Intelligence known as Galactic Overseer Digitus otherwise known as the acronym G.O.D, given to it because of its mass intelligence and processing power. But the machine could not find a solution to this problem, it spent many years ciphering a solution but it never found it. Because only a human knew the answer. Is what was hoped, Captain Frederick never found a solution. Many years passed and the last star was almost dead. It was predicted to go Nova in a matter of days. Out of desperation, Captain Frederick order their core reactors to keep their AI, God, alive so he could perhaps find a solution. That was the final order he gave before suffocating and freezing to death. The USS Star Eater laid dormant with no signs off life besides the presence of the God. Years passed and nothing happened, still dormant. Finally after one hundred and thirty two days, the God found a solution. God put it’s work together and said only four words as he created a new world, “Let there be light!” And a world within their world was created. A world on the atomic size with enough energy to sustain it until their world could form a find a solution to the death of the world. Only a single star remains in the entire universe to support life to roughly twenty seven trillion passengers on the USS Star Eater. The Star Eater was governed by Captain Frederick Patterson. He has thirty seven years to find the solution to this problem with the help of an Artificial Intelligence known as Galactic Overseer Digitus otherwise known as the acronym G.O.D, given to it because of its mass intelligence and processing power. But the machine could not find a solution to this problem, it spent many years ciphering a solution but it never found it. Because only a human knew the answer. Is what was hoped, Captain Frederick never found a solution. Many years passed and the last star was almost dead. It was predicted to go Nova in a matter of days. Out of desperation, Captain Frederick order their core reactors to keep their AI, God, alive so he could perhaps find a solution. That was the final order he gave before suffocating and freezing to death. The USS Star Eater laid dormant with no signs off life besides the presence of the God. Years passed and nothing happened, still dormant. Finally after one hundred and thirty two days, the God found a solution. God put it’s work together and said only four words as he created a new world, “Let there be light!” And a world within their world was created. A world on the atomic size with enough energy to sustain it until their world could form a find a solution to the death of the world. Only a single star remains in the entire universe to support life to roughly twenty seven trillion passengers on the USS Star Eater. The Star Eater was governed by Captain Frederick Patterson. He has thirty seven years to find the solution to this problem with the help of an Artificial Intelligence known as Galactic Overseer Digitus otherwise known as the acronym G.O.D, given to it because of its mass intelligence and processing power. But the machine could not find a solution to this problem, it spent many years ciphering a solution but it never found it. Because only a human knew the answer. Is what was hoped, Captain Frederick never found a solution. Many years passed and the last star was almost dead. It was predicted to go Nova in a matter of days. Out of desperation, Captain Frederick order their core reactors to keep their AI, God, alive so he could perhaps find a solution. That was the final order he gave before suffocating and freezing to death. The USS Star Eater laid dormant with no signs off life besides the presence of the God. Years passed and nothing happened, still dormant. Finally after one hundred and thirty two days, the God found a solution. God put it’s work together and said only four words as he created a new world, “Let there be light!” And a world within their world was created. A world on the atomic size with enough energy to sustain it until their world could form a find a solution to the death of the world. Only a single star remains in the entire universe to support life to roughly twenty seven trillion passengers on the USS Star Eater. The Star Eater was governed by Captain Frederick Patterson. He has thirty seven years to find the solution to this problem with the help of an Artificial Intelligence known as Galactic Overseer Digitus otherwise known as the acronym G.O.D, given to it because of its mass intelligence and processing power. But the machine could not find a solution to this problem, it spent many years ciphering a solution but it never found it. Because only a human knew the answer. Is what was hoped, Captain Frederick never found a solution. Many years passed and the last star was almost dead. It was predicted to go Nova in a matter of days. Out of desperation, Captain Frederick order their core reactors to keep their AI, God, alive so he could perhaps find a solution. That was the final order he gave before suffocating and freezing to death. The USS Star Eater laid dormant with no signs off life besides the presence of the God. Years passed and nothing happened, still dormant. Finally after one hundred and thirty two days, the God found a solution. God put it’s work together and said only four words as he created a new world, “Let there be light!” And a world within their world was created. A world on the atomic size with enough energy to sustain it until their world could form a find a solution to the death of the world. Only a single star remains in the entire universe to support life to roughly twenty seven trillion passengers on the USS Star Eater. The Star Eater was governed by Captain Frederick Patterson. He has thirty seven years to find the solution to this problem with the help of an Artificial Intelligence known as Galactic Overseer Digitus otherwise known as the acronym G.O.D, given to it because of its mass intelligence and processing power. But the machine could not find a solution to this problem, it spent many years ciphering a solution but it never found it. Because only a human knew the answer. Is what was hoped, Captain Frederick never found a solution. Many years passed and the last star was almost dead. It was predicted to go Nova in a matter of days. Out of desperation, Captain Frederick order their core reactors to keep their AI, God, alive so he could perhaps find a solution. That was the final order he gave before suffocating and freezing to death. The USS Star Eater laid dormant with no signs off life besides the presence of the God. Years passed and nothing happened, still dormant. Finally after one hundred and thirty two days, the God found a solution. God put it’s work together and said only four words as he created a new world, “Let there be light!” And a world within their world was created. A world on the atomic size with enough energy to sustain it until their world could form a find a solution to the death of the world. Only a single star remains in the entire universe to support life to roughly twenty seven trillion passengers on the USS Star Eater. The Star Eater was governed by Captain Frederick Patterson. He has thirty seven years to find the solution to this problem with the help of an Artificial Intelligence known as Galactic Overseer Digitus otherwise known as the acronym G.O.D, given to it because of its mass intelligence and processing power. But the machine could not find a solution to this problem, it spent many years ciphering a solution but it never found it. Because only a human knew the answer. Is what was hoped, Captain Frederick never found a solution. Many years passed and the last star was almost dead. It was predicted to go Nova in a matter of days. Out of desperation, Captain Frederick order their core reactors to keep their AI, God, alive so he could perhaps find a solution. That was the final order he gave before suffocating and freezing to death. The USS Star Eater laid dormant with no signs off life besides the presence of the God. Years passed and nothing happened, still dormant. Finally after one hundred and thirty two days, the God found a solution. God put it’s work together and said only four words as he created a new world, “Let there be light!” And a world within their world was created. A world on the atomic size with enough energy to sustain it until their world could form a find a solution to the death of the world. And they finally found the solution.
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My mother always told me not to play with fire and to avoid evil friends who want to conspire listen to my conscience set my heart aflame be obedient, kind like Jesus Him I acclaim, for reflecting the Lord's Image, satan does flee where God resides in hell's where the demons should be because where Jesus' Kingdom is, we are there ... it's also at hand when we lift hearts in prayer. © Carmela M. Patterson, All rights reserved
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 11:35 PM UTC
By Her Example
Semantic satiation is when you repeat a word or phrase so much that it loses all sense of meaning Grim Milestone sounds like the protagonist of a paperback thriller series by Patterson or one of his ghosts Grim Milestone sounds like the title of a Goosebumps book about a killer street Grim Milestone sounds like a gloomy rock on a lonely corner whose only purpose in life is to tell people they’re on the wrong path. Grim Milestone Grim Milestone Grim Milestone Grim Milestone Grim Milestone Grim Milestone I keep thinking that maybe, if I say enough my heart will ache less at the words when we pass the next one
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Mar 23, 2021
Mar 23, 2021 at 3:46 PM UTC
Grim Milestones
i became the jumpin' jack flash in november '77. there was slush in new york city and the bums at the piers still burned trash in metal barrels you could see from over on coney island even. just like kerouac said. in the daytime foolish kids picked weeds in central park and called them flowers. they got laid by stringing charming words together as they gave them to the thousand daughters of manhattan's old monied men, the wall street hacks hanging from the teats of the great & frenzied cash cow of capitalist interest. the milk came slow that winter. one week, early december when the slush gave way to furtive snowfalls i took a bus to patterson, NJ for a few days, drank a lot of awful coffee writing obscenities in my journal but speaking them aloud in the restaurants and bars and so was deemed just like everybody else in patterson, NJ. drunk & high, helicopter tours, stuffed with bread and half-truths. and when shortly my irish luck ran out i raced back to the big smoke in a drop-top mercedes driven by a man whose thick accent i couldn't quite place. whose only serious question was whether i knew anyone who had good coke. in the city it rained for three weeks straight and david byrne, in some bowery apartment wrote a song called 'flood' which was never released on any talking head's album but lingered in his brain as a reminder of the three weeks he spent cooped up, eating saltines and dancing to the rhythms of the thunder and rain outside. totally alone with his mind & a bass guitar. tina weymouth, naturally, was furious. the bass was the last thing she had left in a band she half-started. and david had stolen even that. but that was tina weymouth, that was new york.
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Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 9:33 PM UTC
every morning my reflection looks more & more like a young **** jagger and i can't help but smile at the promise of my bright future
i became the jumpin' jack flash in november '77. there was slush in new york city and the bums at the piers still burned trash in metal barrels you could see from over on coney island even. just like kerouac said. in the daytime foolish kids picked weeds in central park and called them flowers. they got laid by stringing charming words together as they gave them to the thousand daughters of manhattan's old monied men, the wall street hacks hanging from the teats of the great & frenzied cash cow of capitalist interest. the milk came slow that winter. one week, early december when the slush gave way to furtive snowfalls i took a bus to patterson, NJ for a few days, drank a lot of awful coffee writing obscenities in my journal but speaking them aloud in the restaurants and bars and so was deemed just like everybody else in patterson, NJ. drunk & high, helicopter tours, stuffed with bread and half-truths. and when shortly my irish luck ran out i raced back to the big smoke in a drop-top mercedes driven by a man whose thick accent i couldn't quite place. whose only serious question was whether i knew anyone who had good coke. in the city it rained for three weeks straight and david byrne, in some bowery apartment wrote a song called 'flood' which was never released on any talking head's album but lingered in his brain as a reminder of the three weeks he spent cooped up, eating saltines and dancing to the rhythms of the thunder and rain outside. totally alone with his mind & a bass guitar. tina weymouth, naturally, was furious. the bass was the last thing she had left in a band she half-started. and david had stolen even that. but that was tina weymouth, that was new york.
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Paramus? I bought a desk in Paramus. Don’t remember what it looked like. There were ***** men outside the store. Or maybe they were Mexican? They played a Skiffle beat as I haggled for that couch I was getting. “When I’m dead and in my grave. No more good times will I crave. When I die they’ll burry me deep. Way down on old Chelsea Street.” Title was “Freight Train”.Think that one was by Nancy Whiskey You said Rutherford you’re from or Roebling?Ya, that Lonnie Donegan could sure make a song The song those Mic’s in front of the store I got the hutch at in Oradell was called “Face in the Rain”, went, “When I’m dead and in my grave. No more good times will I crave. When I die they’ll burry me deep. Way down on old Chelsea Street.” Wait what were we saying bout’ Paramus? I mean Patterson.
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Dec 23, 2009
Dec 23, 2009 at 8:17 AM UTC
Me, Grandpa and my Friend from Out of Town
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Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 9:02 PM UTC
Many ones in all
It was the eve of a black obsidian night full purple moon and stars shone bright the howl of one lone wolf filled frigid air damp cold mist needed down outerwear. The screaming banchee's breath vapor was noxious green befitting the caper of scaring all children by his loud noise of trick or treating little girls and boys. A massive link ink wrought iron fence surrounds eerie mansion in suspense Frankinstein pushes thru spider webs while a monster exercises quadriceps. A ghost wanders in Cemetery's grave and a pumpkin avoided an autoclave the doors began to creak very loudly a Raven and Owl sang quite proudly Slick sleek ebony crows sit atop a roof while another swoops, soars like a goof do listen, you can hear their shrill echo tombstone-songs by mummy's gecko © Carmela M. Patterson
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Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC
Obsidian Night
Suddenly the world stood still Erupting goose bumps chill Piloted by those who terrorize Twin Towers they'd jeapardize Emotions of shock, disbelief Mourning, moaning and grief Bombed by aircraft killing all Extraordinary sorrow ... pall Resultant heroes came to call Eleviating pain where they could Lifting to safety as they should Everyone who could be saved Venom's evil could not be staved Even would we wish it to be so Numbers trapped perished tho' They will be forgotten not ever ... Honored in tribute, remembered forever. © Carmela M. Patterson, All rights reserved.
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Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC
SEPTEMBER ELEVENTH [Acrostic]
For Thou alone my heart sings O Lord of Lords, King of Kings; how can I love Thee as I ought, Thy love I have so long sought. When I contemplate Thy goodness to me, I am in awe and enveloped in humility that Thou O God from infinity saw fit to create one like me. My heart overflows for love of Thee like swelling waters of the blue-green sea, like the roaring waves splashing ashore; it is Thee O my God whom I adore. Permit that I may love Thee evermore. When my earthly life comes to an end, my sinful wounded soul wilt Thou mend? May I one day behold Thy radiant Face and reap the joy of inestimable grace? How I pray this will be so, O Lord, as to Thee alone all Praise I accord; to be in Thy company one of these days hearing choirs resound in Praise to Thy Holiness and Grace in that heavenly Place and behold, I gaze upon Thy most beautiful Face. © Carmela M. Patterson, All rights reserved.
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Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC
Thy Love I Have Sought
Monday morning and here they wait proffering their passports - pleasure cards submitted to scanning for our next date. Returning regular regards. Brave Ben Hayes benign war hero veteran of bellicose books stalker of the cinema's front row lover of library ladies' looks. Miss Patterson reads the romantics that free her from kindly caring and meddling medical antics that prevent her feelings flaring. Finally here comes Francis who craves crime and thriller novels demented detectives dangerous dodges devoted while the narrative unravels. Then there's me. I'm normal.
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Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 11:15 AM UTC
A Monday Morning Readers' List
Maguire & Patterson never came to terms with it, died without a testimony, they did. Open casket, stiff as pokers and bald as a pair of boiled eggs, they are! The dampness got to them it's endemic, but at least they get their last wish to be cremated, they will!
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Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 3:10 AM UTC
Humidity
I remember the days of driving back from SAT prep. It was on the other side of the river, your side of the river. On those unholy sundays I was filled with a listless longing. I ambled at the gas station or maybe that stoplight on Patterson Ave, seeing you for a second in the face of a stranger. At dark I rode with the windows down dedicating songs to the night, all in your name, the reverent word.   You’re just like an angel, your skin makes me cry I avoided crossing the bridge back to where you were not. Where ribs of artificial light fell over me from the lonesome headlights. Those songs fading out around the impenetrable night. And I, slinking down, felt that quell of hope ebb away as the idea of your face became more like a dream. You were untested, you were perfect. Your hair stuck up and you wore a grey zip jacket. I marked every glance in the school hallway, my blood struck by those dark roving eyes. I mentioned your name with those first sips of ***** on my lips. I still taste you there. In that blooming period, springtime, when I felt a beckoning towards a becoming of sorts. I saw myself the way I’d be in the impression of your mind, a man’s idea of me. I think I knew our souls were similar, maybe just by the way you walked or closed your eyes sometimes. I found you in everything, I filled you into the empty spaces. I loved you then, as a stranger.
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Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 4:06 PM UTC
Stranger Love
Freshly baked Italian bread aroma permeated Sunday mornings in my old familiar neighborhood we'd inhale the heavenly scent drawing in deeply as we briskly entered the shop to buy a steaming hot loaf © Carmela M. Patterson, All rights reserved.
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Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC
Better with Butter
When we met I knew you were kind there was a gentleness you exuded we were drawn, one to the other, and it was good, comfortable friendly conversation, blue eyed smiles turned up lip grins, chuckles ... shared dinners delightfully enjoyed, savored medium rare, tasty faire feast, fondue and you ... you whom I have come to know lighthearted glow, I wonder ... does mine show? Yours does in your every glance my way; being cuddled by you feels like a warm blanket ... I don't want to experience numbing cold again unsure if either of us wants to take it up a notch or two from deep care to true lasting love ... I must admit the thought frightens me a little... maybe it holds some trepidation for you as well, therefore, perhaps ... we should leave things as they are. © Carmela M. Patterson, All rights reserved
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC
Should we?
All the way down here in Wiskokee We live like it used to be Nothing really changes much Not since Mr Patterson’s arrival in 1863 I wouldn’t say we’re backward folk We just are happy with our seat Out in the wilds of Buckinghamshire Where there’s all the fish you can eat We don’t do big banquets Nah, we don’t do fancy ***** We just do bread and water No-one goes hungry at all We don’t think much to going out We don’t think much to the Internet We just live right and true And catch what we can in a net We don’t think much to crime To us it’s all really the same We just go using a gun To go hunting us some game We don’t think much to hygiene Why would we want it any other way? When we’ve lived right for years Up to our knees in mud and hay Perhaps I’m misunderstanding Why you’re kissing this guy you’ll never see We just like the quiet where I live And a simple life is enough for me!
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Dec 10, 2011
Dec 10, 2011 at 8:06 AM UTC
The Town That Made England Famous
amidst cavorting delightfully, enjoying thorough frolicking gingerly, foreign hick hating slo hip-hopping insouciantly sustaining row biological status quo kvetching lamely moreso mother became pro naturally physically rumbling,    heard all the way in Oslo    supposedly twerking, undulating vivaciously wantonly x2c wisely yielded – nada no    zona pellucida anchored byte size ******    potent embryonic fetal moe newlweds nocturnal merriment    moma's ****** marked march 1959    lovingly joyusly, insemination happened ha low bullseye clenched diploid fertilization    guaranteed germinating heiress    while squaqking lichen Apache at Diablo    ma late mother did should know upon awakening upon tautly stretched exertion    during dilating ****** which jiggled like jello three score orbitz round el sol, warmed cockles    and muscled away brutally cold degrees    tab billed an igloo,    or circa six decades    drafted exuberant ho...ho...ho... cuz, i.e. thencee at 362nd day    baby in belly did fully grow December first nineteen fifty seven    sanctioned newly minted papa      to sing a capella for he's a jolly good fellow    quintessential nascent    kickstarter heady everflow though wintry dark,    a “hi” beam illuminated    newborn girl with dayglow sans, mechanical engine ear    papa (an honorably discharged army vet)    all spit and shine groom,    who wed a bride somewhat callow first time parents with giddiness did saul fully bellow Boyce and Harriet Harriet countenance    twas (like an elf on Christmas eve) all aglow. -------------------------------------------------------- Dear Sis – I knew not what else to do thus, this poem crafted fur ewe a doe ting maternal gal – whose time on Earth flew
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Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 1:09 AM UTC
Patterson, New Jersey circa December 1st, 1959
amidst cavorting delightfully, enjoying thorough frolicking gingerly, foreign hick hating slo hip-hopping insouciantly sustaining row biological status quo kvetching lamely moreso mother became pro naturally physically rumbling,    heard all the way in Oslo    supposedly twerking, undulating vivaciously wantonly x2c wisely yielded – nada no    zona pellucida anchored byte size ******    potent embryonic fetal moe newlweds nocturnal merriment    moma's ****** marked march 1959    lovingly joyusly, insemination happened ha low bullseye clenched diploid fertilization    guaranteed germinating heiress    while squaqking lichen Apache at Diablo    ma late mother did should know upon awakening upon tautly stretched exertion    during dilating ****** which jiggled like jello three score orbitz round el sol, warmed cockles    and muscled away brutally cold degrees    tab billed an igloo,    or circa six decades    drafted exuberant ho...ho...ho... cuz, i.e. thencee at 362nd day    baby in belly did fully grow December first nineteen fifty seven    sanctioned newly minted papa      to sing a capella for he's a jolly good fellow    quintessential nascent    kickstarter heady everflow though wintry dark,    a “hi” beam illuminated    newborn girl with dayglow sans, mechanical engine ear    papa (an honorably discharged army vet)    all spit and shine groom,    who wed a bride somewhat callow first time parents with giddiness did saul fully bellow Boyce and Harriet Harriet countenance    twas (like an elf on Christmas eve) all aglow. -------------------------------------------------------- Dear Sis – I knew not what else to do thus, this poem crafted fur ewe a doe ting maternal gal – whose time on Earth flew
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Aged arthritic gnarled yet standing stoically still like a proud old man, Poplar provides passage between bent legs ... an aroma of moist soil permeates early morning's mist from eve's rain drench ... stroll's sneaker **** splash is no issue with appropriate apparel. Pop ushers us onto the path, visibility dim, yet disperses with each careful step ... sounds of wing flap, caws, squirrel skitter, twig snaps auburn fox, fleet of foot, flashes color in his run-by windowless gray stone structure, doors open bids a visit ... green garden gloves, trowel, galvanized bucket, planting shelf indicate recent care ... outdoor garden rose laden, scents transcend the soul, red, yellow, white, peach, pink hues heavenly further on mists begin to lift as sun breaks through dividing rain clouds ... azure sky widens slowly to fully bright, beautiful clear view enthralls, nature nurtures the walk back is drier, crunch caked caper I playfully kick it onto your sneakers then run ... you let me run to Pop first then you and I, hand in hand wave goodbye to the old man. © Carmela M. Patterson, All rights reserved.
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Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
The Old Man
#6 | 31 Poems for August 2016 Here I stand, gradually disintegrating just so I can remain whole. It’s interestingly sad to see how many people that are alive feel dead to me. Your kind words are smooth like a fresh cup of latté but I need something stronger to battle this heartache. Got nothing to read except the words I effortlessly wrote last night and a few James Patterson novels. Time is wasted so I patiently wait for the clock to get sober eventually. The sincerity of my words is embedded in the movement of my metaphors, similes, adjectives and verbs. I love waking up whole to the bonfire of a warm and loving soul. But you will eventually grow tired of me, somehow they all do. Everything is slowly falling apart, I just wish I had full control. All I can do is sit and helplessly watch while the debris flies over me. Here I stand, gradually disintegrating just so I can remain whole. I love waking up whole to the bonfire of a warm and loving soul. But I hope that you never grow tired of me unlike how everyone did.
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Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 9:56 AM UTC
Here I Stand
When I was small I loved You little then my soul You began to whittle thru growth my spirit oft felt brittle I would repent ... pray for acquittal each minute I found I loved You more interceding was never a chore upon my knees deep within my core I hoped for Your celestial rapport as I spiritually matured my soul was safe from satan's detour I stretched toward You who reassured that forever with You I had procured in my aging sage wisdom was sewn soul was a temple for You alone in loving You, life was a steppingstone I took Your hand, now see Your Throne. © Carmela M. Patterson, All rights reserved.
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Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 11:41 PM UTC
Lord, I Loved You ... Here I Am
The apartment in which we lived when I was small in Los Angeles, California when I was not at all tall our landlady, Mrs. Appleton, would oft come to call she and mom were friends ... I could barely crawl. The windows were opened on lovely sunshine days soft breezes blew white curtains in billowing sways with fragrances of honeysuckle and rose bouquets wafting through rooms like perfume scented sprays. We were not rolling in money and were quite poor yet it was nothing that mom and I couldn't endure she managed her meager finances well to ensure we had all our needs met, her factory job secured. The kitchen we had was substantial small, clean a country sink, a stove and a roller wash machine clothes were hung in our yard on ropes of green we watched sunsets through the open door screen. The apartment I remember is often on my mind my mother's sacrifice seemed sublime at the time. © Carmela M. Patterson, All rights reserved.
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Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC
The Apartment I Remember
In love's electricity hearts dance to a horizontal Rhumba © Carmela M. Patterson, All rights reserved.
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Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 11:49 PM UTC
Electric Slide
April Seventh, 1928 Through the fence, between the curling flower spaces, I could see them hitting. Luster searched the rough, amongst the grass, doing his own bidding. "Here Caddie," a man shouted before he hit. Images came back and I entered a fit. Weeping and wailing I stood, a 33 year old male. Soon to be reminded of being hooked on a nail. My sister Caddy treated me well, though mother won't agree. She thinks I'm pampered by the girl sneaking down a nearby tree. Caddy ruined the family name. Or so mother says, but I don't think she's to blame. The girl lost her scent. The Compson name is on the descent. Caddy held me. She smelled like trees. And not the kind that make one sneeze. Maury was supposed to be my title. My uncle's indiscretions made its worth idle. So i was given something new to be called. As Uncle Maury's and Mrs. Patterson's relationship stalled. Miss Quentin picked up after her mother. Looking absentmindedly for a wayward lover. She sat next to a man with a red ascot on a swing after supper. Luster wandered up and picked up something rubber. ... I have no sense of how things occur. My illness makes things easy to obscure. The ticking of a broken watch beats on. I, for ignoring such nonsense, have been deemed wrong. Colliding events of different times. Blurring together dateless lines.
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC
The Sound And The Fury (Part One of Four, But you Aren't Getting Any More)
When my friend told me one-worded poems don't exist, I looked her in the eyes and said "Kevin." Kevin loves to read Kevin loves to read James Patterson Kevin extremely studious Kevin beautiful ocean eyes Kevin gorgeous smile Kevin didn't even need braces Kevin dangerous Kevin took my heart without warning Kevin "you're crazy Melissa, I love it!" Kevin mysterious Kevin don't tell my parents Kevin 20 isn't that much older! Kevin sneaking out Kevin 3am at the park Kevin kissing like a movie Kevin kissing Kevin kissing Kevin kissing a girl Kevin a girl that isn't me Kevin told me he loved me a week before Kevin says it was a mistake Kevin what kind of woman Kevin would I be Kevin to take you back Kevin it's been hard Kevin my breath Kevin my light Kevin gone Kevin new girlfriend Kevin she's the size of my pinky Kevin she's the one you kissed huh Kevin stop saying you miss me Kevin stop contacting me Kevin you don't still love me Kevin you have a girlfriend Kevin and it isn't me this time Kevin she's actually your age Kevin she's also not as fun as me Kevin I need to move on Kevin I'm not being the other girl to the other girl Kevin once a cheater Kevin always a cheater
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Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
A One-Worded Poem About A Boy
You are a contradiction You teach poetry and the art of English You are such a good teacher You scare the heck out of most people You look so menacing You talk so odd You have so many rumors about how cruel you are I don't think you're cruel Just strict At my age, that's what we need But you are a good person Kind to those who are the same to you I think you are one of my favorite teachers ever Thank you, Ms. Patterson
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Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 6:41 PM UTC
Teacher
It all began with injustice when the innocence of a child was stolen and set you floating like a butterfly to sting Liston Patterson Frazier Foreman and so many others who failed to knock you down But when your wings were clipped you stood like a man and given the choice between jail or war you chose justice and won your greatest battle by unanimous decision
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Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC
The Greatest