Bridgid Patrick

Bridgid Patrick Poems

Since rhyming and rhythm are terribly boring
They must now be barred from all musical scoring;
Those poets employing these rhythms and rhymes
Should pay with their lives for committing such crimes!

Six weeks old today mamma
a birthday gift for me,
a pair of big brown eyes through
one day i will see.

The handbag is a rare delight, it's like Aladdin's cave,
All sorts of things are hidden there, that females like to save,
It's black and big and heavy, with a nice long shoulder strap,
Its weighted down with odds and sods and other stuff like that.

I was walking down the river bank it was just the other night
When a vampire with a fishing rod gave me a real bad fright
'I haven't had a bite all day' it said and bared its drooling fangs
'A pint or two of your cool blood will cure my hunger pangs'

Starkle starkle little twink
who the heck you are I think
I'm not under what you call
the alcofluence of incohol

The Torment

Sorrow swalowed me into the cruel black sea,
The icy cold water washed over me,

She looks like a hooker, regular tart,
Owes her face less to nature than cosmetic art.
'Prostitute' or 'loose woman' are terms that might irk her,
So in sanitized speech she's now called a sex worker.

Eye halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.

Whenever you would call me, I'd always be right there,
When i really needed you you didnt seem to care.
I'm a stranger in your world, I dont know where to turn,
You like to watch me waste my tears, and then to crash and burn.

Ding dong the witch is dead
The wicked witch is dead.
Somebody filled her brains with lead
and now the wicked witch is dead.

Just a line to say I'm living,
that I'm not among the dead,
though I'm getting more forgetful
and mixed up in the head.

I dreamed a dream in bed last night,
Of places most bizarre.
Of ponds of liquid lemon pie,
And ducks that played guitar.

I once believed
in fairy tales.
That love was true
and never failed.

Dear Lord, we ask you if you will,
put your blessing on this meal.
We ask you Father, if it pleases,
protect us from these new diseases.

Good morning! Thanks for calling us!
We're pleased to hear from you!
Your call's important to us
So we've placed you in a queue.

BEWARE! ! Lest ye should incur my wrath!
'Tis dangerous now, seek not that path
For on this day I have been scorned
And you, my fellows, have been warned

She whispered 'will it hurt me? '
'Of course not' answered he
'It's a very simple process,
You can rely on me.'

Once together, now apart
One still with a broken heart.
One saying it will never be;
The other fighting reality.

I guess it’s all over. Our marriage has failed.
I’m sorry I’m not what you thought you had nailed.
No need to get dirty in times of divorce,
You say you want everything; Baby! Of course!

My outstretched arms surpass the point
Of normal, taxing every joint
By reaching, gasping, pulling in
The cloistered thoughts that lie within.

Bridgid Patrick Biography

I live in North london with my pet iguana called Apocalypse. I dont profess to be a poet of any substance but every now and again i put pen to paper and voila! !)

The Best Poem Of Bridgid Patrick

.rhyme Is A Crime

Since rhyming and rhythm are terribly boring
They must now be barred from all musical scoring;
Those poets employing these rhythms and rhymes
Should pay with their lives for committing such crimes!

Some nut must have thought that by using good meter
A poem with tempo would sound so much sweeter;
With stresses or accents to make the verse flow,
It's just a fine way to put on a good show!

The best of all verses, as anyone knows,
Are big healthy portions of random-thought prose;
Without rhyme or rhythm to get in ones head
It's easy to know what the poet has said!

Let no one accuse me of tactics archaic,
I will not use dactyls or meters trochaic,
My poetry will not include anapests
Nor metrical footage that needs scansion tests!

Who cares about Blank Verse, Heroic or Free?
No iambic stanzas from me will you see!
Just give me some time and, perhaps, inspiration
And I will become a poetic sensation!

Bridgid Patrick Comments

Toddy 14 May 2020

" Divine Intervention" was not written by her! She has plagiarised this.

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Wil Jewitt 02 July 2023

Yea she has plagiarised this poem it was written by me in 2003 on a family holiday to Spain. I have it written down here in front of me. Thanks to my friend who forwarded me this page to witness this plagiarism

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Daniel Partlow 24 August 2007

I think she's brilliant. I hope she keeps writing.

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Gina Onyemaechi 22 April 2006

In her biography, Ms Patrick claims not to be a poet 'of any substance'. I feel that she is underselling herself: here is a highly intelligent, witty, feisty, and, above all, TALENTED young poet who packs a serious punch into just about everything that she pens. I enjoy nearly every single piece of her writing, my personal favourites including 'Rhyme Is a Crime', 'Little Jimmy Tattersall', 'Hand Job', and 'Do Not Disturb'. As she astutely observes in 'Great Unknown', she is indeed a great if obscure writer. It is my wish, however, that her works receive the wider audience that they fully deserve, and sooner rather than later. Bridg, allow me to offer you my full admiration and respect for your zesty, entertaining writing. Very best regards, Gina.

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Tomás O Cárthaigh 26 February 2006

'and every so often I put a pen to paper and voila! ' Many poets of lesser abilty could do with your humility!

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