Kevin Patrick

Kevin Patrick Poems

There is no point running backwards
retracing stolen footprints
in anticlockwise course
time cant reverse force

A rose grows in the night
Lit beneath the diamond lights
Petals smooth in silken magic
Blossom crimson shaded fabric

Blind is the ocean to the sound of its motion
As it roars with momentum of immeasurable melody
Ushering its whitecaps of sinuous elocution
Against the gold Shorelines with foam balm fidelity

The waxing span of the silver moon
Calls to the breeze of the winters chill
The brittle arms of the lone Birch
Lay still to the frost but are not deterred

I am not a poet
But a linguistic Beachcomber
Scouring the pleated sandy shores
For whatever grimy grains of meaning

Come unite, you misfits of the shelter dark
For tonight we stand together as one
And if we let our demons become a pale ghosts
Then for a single moment we have won

3 feet high, and counting parallel far and wide
My Garden grows and overflows with weeds and grass
their nimble arms crawl up my house, and neatly bind
as coats of moss knocks on my door with earthly mass

My spelling is quite atrocious
And my grammar is perplexing
I'm not literately ferocious
Which makes reading me quite vexing

A poem is a catch
Of butterfly words
That I chase with a pen
Within a paper mesh

He trundles wet pavement, fresh from showers
plodding through igloos of newborn droplets
steadfast and determined on his voyage
down black soaked tarmac to green leafed pasture

Midnight strikes, and moonbeams howl
spiraling waves of ivory
Like charcoal lines of an old crone's face
Her wisdoms seldom savory

Our Bodies are planets of flesh
Teaming with microorganisms
Trillions upon trillions cohabiting
The continents of our colon and intestines

We fight and annihilate
for sole proprietorship
to be a big shot for the speck of a spot

The past is only memory
and the future a fatal mystery.
The present is the only gift
That offers our existence peace

Behind these eyes of painted blue
There is no door you can get through
No pane to crack or hinge to split
Just a starving scream with splintered wits

Homeless Santas sing in gutters
Roasting Christmas cards in garbage cans
And teenage moms play helping elves
To score Jack frost in twenty Grams

Words may costs nothing
But when spoken, pay a price
And leave a heavy toll
That can never be excised

It's a turd! It's a braggart
It's a narcissistic blowhard
Here's a hero whose as shallow
As his muscles are as hollow

Puddles of snowmen
Seep through january grass
Climate change is here

If you want to be loved
Then learn to feel hurt
And if you ever swallowed trust
You'll pay for just desserts

Kevin Patrick Biography

I write for therapy, not really for art, I write to communicate and express myself in a form that can promote communication between parties, and because its really cool to read about other people and their lives beliefs and stories HAVE FUN! And Comment!)

The Best Poem Of Kevin Patrick

The Race Track Of Time

There is no point running backwards
retracing stolen footprints
in anticlockwise course
time cant reverse force
and if you try
it drags you down
once the starting gun is set
its the future that is met
leave the past behind
while you have this time
and race at your pace
so you enjoy the finish line

Kevin Patrick Comments

Ramesh Rai 04 October 2014

Kevin Patrick is the another name of rainbow of poetry. i wish you all the best. Go ahead my friend tomorrow is yours.

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Kaila George 11 September 2014

I have read and known this poet since I first came on here, and he is and always will be a brilliant man, he has grown so much since first we met on here, insightful to many on this site, a wonderful person to know as a friend, supportive and always there, I am quite taken with his wonderful writes and recommend you read as much of his work as you can...his heart of gold shines through...great man indeed.

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Poet Of The River 04 March 2012

I like your style, it is unique and all around a good read. It is never a waste of time reading your poems. :) keep it up, looking forward to your next.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 21 October 2020

Kevin Patrick's poems are very beneficial for society and these are influential poems. Essence of his each poem attracts attention of readers. He deeply observes the things he comes across. His perception is well reflected in his writings.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 23 January 2020

Kevin Patrick from Taurus / Ontario is a very nice and talented poet who has gained international fame. He writes very beautiful poems basing upon his perception. We love to read and review his poems. Always we pray God for his goodness.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 18 March 2019

On behalf of all fellow poets, PH family and our Mahakul family, we offer a title of honour to poet Kevin Patrick from Taurus, Ontario, Canada as, 'Scented Trust.' This title is offered to him due to his long time perseverance and valuable contribution to the world literature. From today onward he will be known as Scented Trust Kevin Patrick. We hope, all poets, visitors and people will like this.

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Engin Kavrak 11 May 2017

Your poems are very magical and effective. I enjoyed reading them very much.

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Mj Lemon 31 August 2015

Kevin's is some of the finest poetry going. I enjoy so much, but have a special affinity for the political satire. And OK, I have to admit to some jealousy, - not being able to write that kind of brilliant satire....

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Kevin Patrick Quotes

The Pen might be mightier then the sword But the guy with the sword can take care of the guy with the pen

The first sign of dying is nostalgia

I'm born to fail But I live to try

Its a funny world a mother without money stealing food from a grocery store is a thief yet the CEO who raises the prices of groceries with indiscretion to increase profits is called business

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