Quotes about patton, page 15
Never To Blend
Never to blend
With sorrow to mend
For it’s a common feeling
That you must comprehend
Sorrow is in the mix of life
It comes and it goes
Sometime you will woe
And sometime you will know
That strength lies in the healing
Power of another’s soul.
Tis to love
I’m bound to pay
What is given
Double more that way.
poem by David E. Patton
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Once in My Tender Years
Once in my tender years
I came to an April day
And wrote poetry by faith.
Nothing else held me close
As I held the pen
Writing from within
Simple things to embrace
I let my mind have its say
And pray that you find
Within some praise of an April day
Life is too crowed to be truly caught
But this poem makes its stay.
poem by David E. Patton
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Beauty and honesty
Beauty and honesty
Are the cash
That you spend when
Come around other men
Who wish to buy your love.
Dark hair and fair grace
Your face, soft-spoken
And gentle as to make
The poet praise
That there is no imperfection in you.
Nature could not decide
As to make you girl or boy
So it pleased her to give
The the best of each.
poem by David E. Patton
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Ice Cut In The Air
Ice cut in the air
Where dried out stalks
Stick through
Boone Pond.
Cattail’s long, green,
Knife-edge leaves
Bends three feet
With wind.
Shaken pads fold
Dried rust color
Locust leaves like bells.
Frog jump
As I approach.
Hand size turtles
Warm themselves
At bank’s end.
Shells of mallard eggs
Grinned into the soil.
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In giving oblation
In giving oblation
To the elements of the Gods
I issue portion microcosmic
In its gross
Reborn son of sensations
And nectar dripping from boys
Subtle as gathered mothers
Awaiting their wings
When father uttered an offering
Therefore was the word born
I am son of the holy son
Born by the bone of all
My offering orders.
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Brown rosette
Brown rosette
Round wound
Sea roving tall
Time told bold
Bound like bounce
Salt seared tongue
Never-ending ends
Win express into
My heart torn apart
Rough trade rough tongue of
God kisses exchanging
French leopards
Imposable throat caught
Brought about the words
Head heard scaring eye
Over time rape rope ripe
He ground of it
Growth ghost got
Caught loving the God.
poem by David E. Patton
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For Poets
For poets
Honesty is not
Only the greater
Parent of all
The other virtues
It is the best
Of the lot
So let your pen
Not rot of falsehood.
Well do I know
That we are born to toll
The weight that
Gives man hope
And beauty wrote
In the measure
Of a poem
We ask of you
Nothing but your best
In telling the truth
To any that may come
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Get it together
Get it together
I be sick wondering
Here not strength
To resist all the times
That we are found
On the mind I wonder
Here I be saved
I wonder here to
My grave meet
Me there I be
Sick in love with
Love I love you
So much maybe
We can e-mail
In touch get me
With up get me
Quick like sand
And time and
Behind the hands
That tic their tock
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Foot Ball
The men are playing football
Their bodies fairer fair
Their beauty stretches to catch
Their tackle mixing their sweat.
I have thought too often think
As I see their muscle run
That was my youth on the brink
I would partake in their fun
But these old bones says take it slow
just walk behind them where they go
And write the poem that must be said
Give to them the sport of your words.
poem by David E. Patton
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I am drunk on rum and coke
I am drunk on rum and coke
I am lost in words
I am mixing my shadow
With the shadows of birds
O Franklin, O Rosemont
The roses have all gone blind
To hear that you have died
In death where do we go?
The flesh to see no more
Your smile, your light to look upon
You’re the last native son of Chicago
When poets die they leave their poems as eyes
To see the cotton candy clouds by.
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