Biography of Bridgid Patrick
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! !
Bridgid Patrick Poems
A Woman's Handbag
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 dreamed a dream in bed last night, Of places most bizarre. Of ponds of liquid lemon pie, And ducks that played guitar.
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'
Six weeks old today mamma a birthday gift for me, a pair of big brown eyes through one day i will see.
Starkle starkle little twink who the heck you are I think I'm not under what you call the alcofluence of incohol
.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!
I once believed in fairy tales. That love was true and never failed.
An Old Mans Lament
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.
My outstretched arms surpass the point Of normal, taxing every joint By reaching, gasping, pulling in The cloistered thoughts that lie within.
Why are you in such a hurry to grow up? Relax a little, take your time, slow up. There's no rush believe me, you need to slow down Chill with friends, watch TV, go out on the town
2 Sides 2 Every Story
Once together, now apart One still with a broken heart. One saying it will never be; The other fighting reality.
Agnes Has Aged
There is nothing the matter with me. I'm as healthy as I can be. I have arthritis in both my knees And when I talk, I talk with a wheeze.
By The Book
Junior bit the meter man. Junior kicked the cook Junior's antisocial now (According to the book)
Road To Recovery
Who ever thought I would be doing this after almost a year I have finally had more than enough, I've cried my last tear All I ever did was love you, it was all I ever wanted to do. I thought we'd make it last forever, together, Me and You.
Angry why? hurting? Frustrated, naked, need things, want things.
Restless, help me, find me, be happy, can i be?
Happiness, illusions, intrusions, delusion, confusion, infusion
Piss taking, all fake people everywhere.
No dont smile, you hate me, admit it, just quit it.
I hate you, you hate me, dont know me, wont know me, disown me
Your phoney, your boney, your moany.
Ignore you, you damn fool, you hurt me, you broke me, you mend me.
Im hardened, like leather, like stone, all alone, on y