Kevin Patrick Poems

The difference between religion
and the comforts of beer and wine
is that the latter has more substance
in helping commune with the divine
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Green chapels swell under simmering noon
beaches, oaks and balms, blush in verdant plumes
gleaming glossy gowns of mint foliage
Serenely soothing doubts with its rustic dosage
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You wrote the book
on how to be a crook
It caught a line of suckers
Now it's an instant bestseller
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She built a world of fantasy
on turrets and stone balconies
with ribbons in her golden hair
she danced in rainbows without care
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Their just foul rags
for feral bullets to play tag
and spray hot hopscotching volleys
all over the insides of blind patriotic marks
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September broke her summer leg.
now it Falls on cool October
her foliage cowed in subtle shades
bejeweling leafs in a circus of colours
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A spider seamed
beneath springs moon
its spirals gleamed
in midnights bloom
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She's Versed in nimble Kittens, and a predator in pumps
but she stutters in stilettos, when men's eyes are drunk
Tender limbs atrophy, when pain crawls up her spine
Achilles would have fallen, but she smiles and says she's fine
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Run to the bathroom for the Alka- Seltzer
Ingest the pills quickly for the antacid
Raw Garlic will shock you with indigestion
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Nothing truly ends, for nothing truly begins
The state of all existence, is a season of flux
Temporary, transient, and never eternal
For how would we learn, if everything was ordered?
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