"pattie" poems
Trophies for last place,
And a Holiday for every weekend.
A taste of this and that...
OF Italy and Ireland and Asia and Germany
and every township in the county,
and 3 collective Miles of
Portable Toilets,
Strategically Positioned
throughout each event.
cause there is going to be a Lot of ****
Hooray for whatever we are celebrating this weekend.
Whichever one of the 30 different Woodstocks
Or week long Music Festivals
That exist only so
the Hippest of Hipsters
can congratulate each other
on how Indie they are.
Ya know, it's happy hour somewhere...
Why not party
All Day, Everyday?
Devalue the weekend
Like we have thanksgiving
And New Years.
A Five Kay For the Common Cold,
And We'll even give trophies for last place.
Cause we're all winners here.
and we're all hungry.
And What represents your heritage better than
Pizza or sauerkraut or General Tso's
And endless flowing barrels of refreshing, Ice cold, Domestically brewed and Nationally brand recognized Alcoholic Beverages?
IT's The Great Dumb Down, Charlie Brown!!!
A symptom of the Universe
If there ever was one.
Mass anesthesia to keep us all content
With our collective mediocrities,
our Forfeit Potential,
Our Day Job that doesn't pay very well,
But kind has benefits.
So we stay on.
In fear of nothing better.
It makes feel important.
Like Wheel of Fortune makes us feel smart.
(Wow, you can spell?!)...
Dwindling returns in a world of Beige and Pastels
And the Muted Grays of limestone concrete.
We Accept less and we Get less and we accept less and we Get less
And On And on and on,
till we hit that lowest common cultural denominator,
where your race is what food you eat,
And we all qualify for the special Olympics.
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 9:52 AM UTC
It was a typical Thursday and our next class was bio. Ms. Duran (our teacher) gave everyone an assignment to do; she said we can do it in groups. I was talking to my friend Lea when all of a sudden RJ calls me. I turn around and respond by “what?” he makes the hand gestures of me and him being in groups together. I was like “ok.” Then that’s when Ms. Duran says we can only be in a group full of 3. So I and RJ put my Andrew (my best friend) in the group. We get in the groups and wait for instructions. While waiting me, RJ, and Andrew talk. RJ brings up the time me and him went to the mall (our first date). We goof off with each other and he holds my hand. He says “we should do that again.” When it’s time to work, Andrew gets the computer. I and RJ are waiting. While waiting RJ says, “You know I was you out again right?” little o’l me didn’t know that. He says “So you wana go back out again?” and of course I say “yes.” Andrew comes back with the computer and starts working. Yes of course me and RJ are holding hands and doing cute stuff. Then Andrew asks me if I and RJ are going back out. We said “Andrew where were you at the time? Lol” RJ: “He was getting the computer remember? He didn’t see it lol.” And so yea we tell him that we’re dating. My friend Diana comes to chill with us while we’re working. I and RJ were sitting on the desks while Andrew was on the computer. The whole time I and RJ are holding hands and she doesn’t even know. RJ asks Diana what’s the date, she replies “The 6th.” The purple pen that RJ took from me, he writes our date (6-6-13) on my and his hand while we’re holding hands. After like 5 minutes passes Diana finally asks “Are you two dating again?” I and RJ look at each other like “Oh wow Diana.” RJ replies, “You didn’t see us holding hands? The date on our hands?” She wasn’t paying attention. We were very obvious. Then the table in front of us was Pattie, Odayls, Aareano, and Justin. Pattie with her annoying self asks if we’re dating, “Yes” we reply. She was trying to make fun of us as usual. We get back to our work. After being cute and not working, times up. That’s when we all talk and my big mouth slips. I accidently tell RJ that my friend is dating his friend. RJ goes spastic and starts laughing and stuff. He didn’t know because his friend didn’t tell him. After that he calms down. He couldn’t believe my friend was dating his friend. Later, Ms. Duran wanted us to put our computers away. She sees RJ not doing anything so she puts him in charge of bringin the computers back to the owner. Everyone starts to pack up and go. He comes back. After that he walks me to my next class (Algebra). We head out the door and RJ sees his friend that’s dating my friend, he says “we have A LOT to talk about my friend” I leave them to talk. Then that’s when RJ calls my name, I stop walking. He says “You didn’t wait for me” I was like, “Yes I was” RJ: “Yea that’s waiting, ok.” We hold hands walking down to my next class. I finally get to my class and go in my locker to get my calculator. Then RJ has to leave, so we hug, he kisses me, then leaves to his class. After this day all the rest of the days were the best. Later and later people knew we were dating, even the teachers. People think it’s cute. Ever since that day, I never regretted anything. This wasn’t our first time dating but I think it’s better than last time (maybe lol). From 4-1-13 to 6-6-13 (:
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 6:40 PM UTC
I’m Coming for you Bob...
To Hull & Back...
to Carver’s Just for the Mushy Peas!
As a little lad, I think on a Sat’day morning, we’d go
to a market somewhere, was it on the docks?
Asked our Brian, he’s smart, he said it were... I thought - he’d know.
...After all the mooching, the tugging, the shushing, the rows
and all me **** “where’s he gone nows?”
If I stuck it out long enough wi’out gerrin’ a clout,
we’d sit inside, or sometimes out,
of a blue striped tent - and I’d eat mushy peas.
There might have been chips,
there could have been fish;
Mam always had fish,
Brian, would have had a pattie... well, he was 12(ish)
Not sure I’d even have known about patties all them years back.
But anyway peas is what sticks in my mind…
and all down the front of me jumper...or sometimes on me mac.
They say - if you haven’t been to Carver’s
you haven’t been to Hull.
Well Bob... I’m coming back!… And’ll
bet,
when I was digging mushy peas
with my fork back in Fifty Three,
it were your Grandad, (also Bob) would have been serving me!
Cheers! And, I know it's cheeky - but - Can I have scraps wi'that?
Dec 30, 2020
Dec 30, 2020 at 10:27 AM UTC
Home is a powerful concept...if you can find that in the heart of others . A place that is safe, a place that too often bright and welcoming without judgement, a place to be understood, a place that celebrates you and looks for you, a place where the sunsets are always beautiful, a place that lights up upon your presence ...if you can find that where ever it may be ...Do not let go. Home is truly a magical place where we love one another . Home is You beautiful people Diamond Crazy Kristy, Santita, CJ Love, Fawn , Perry, Crow, Micrography- D, Pattie m, Luz Hanaii , Pegan Paul, , Cné , Star BG, Sue, emnabee, Omni, Temporal Fugue, Valsa George, Tash McKay , Lora Lee , Donna, False Poets, Kim JOHANNA Baker, Lily, Suzy, tinhearts, Nat lipstadt , Lori Jones Mckaffery, Elena, Joey,Mack, Gods1son, Khoi-San, Poetryjournal, Sheila Sharpe, Sjr1000, Polar, Monlight, Diya, M-E , Salmabunu Hatim , Jules just to name a few and etc
I am humbled, appreciative, grateful for all the love and your generosity with kindness. What we’re experiencing here is love manifested as poetry.
My love is real
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Love , love , love always bring healing to the incurable.
Thank You From The Bottom Of My Heart ❤️ Thank You
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 8:59 PM UTC
They call it the **** the ****** the Cho-Cha,
the Cooch, the **** the ***** Fly Trap, the
Yahoo, the Honey *** the Pink Taco, the Woo-Woo,
the Foof, the Hairy Potter, the Flaming Lips,
the Sticky Bun, the Pecan Pattie, the Field of Dreams,
Too long women have hidden from it,
the big V, she who shall not be named,
Call it by what it is,
In whatever shape, form or color,
It's a ****** get over it.
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 9:36 PM UTC
Burn me, roast me
Boil me, toast me
Put me in a fire and leave me there
Sure in summer I will complain
But this whipping cold wind
I can no longer bear
Cook me up in a ***
With onions and potatoes
Grill me like a hamburger pattie
I want to feel the heat and the health
As it spreads across my skin
A searing disease that I crave
I am a lizard
At home in the desert
The heat moves my blood through my veins
My habitat is hot
Utah is my state
The sun is my friend.
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 12:15 AM UTC