Kevin Patrick

Gold Star - 12,101 Points (Taurus / Ontario)

Kevin Patrick Poems

401. Die Hard Valley Girls 12/1/2012
402. Happy People 6/11/2012
403. Lucky Silver Dollar 5/5/2013
404. Cygnus Delta 6/6/2014
405. Shells Of A Ghost 3/4/2014
406. An Amazing Life 10/14/2012
407. In The Wonderful World Psychedlic Sundae 9/27/2012
408. To My Mother (A Forgotten Martyr) 3/8/2012
409. Journey's Not So Long 2/12/2013
410. The Worst Insect 6/10/2013
411. Apex Conundrum 6/10/2013
412. Pennies Gone Off To Heaven 11/1/2013
413. Socialist Jesus 3/12/2012
414. Newspaper 8/3/2012
415. Our Leaders Are Not Our Nation 8/2/2012
416. You Never Have To Dream 7/29/2012
417. Fire Hydrants 9/24/2015
418. Autumn Paradise 10/8/2015
419. Ocean Of Time 1/7/2016
420. Freedom Bird 2/28/2017
421. Sign On The Highway 8/31/2016
422. Hilbert's Infinite Hotel (Sort Of Limerick) 5/15/2016
423. Landslide (Acrostic) 5/20/2013
424. Antisocial Martyr 9/9/2014
425. Wings Of Night (Haiku) 8/31/2016
426. On The Beach 8/11/2016
427. Mitchell Wilson's Gone Today 3/5/2012
428. Alternative Professions For Politicians 3/3/2012
429. Golden Snowflake 7/24/2013
430. Twilight Heaven (An Antumn Poem) 11/4/2014
431. Scary Treats - Halloween Poem 10/19/2012
432. A Celebrity Died 2/13/2012
433. Paper And Scissors 8/22/2014
434. Impossible Past 9/29/2014
435. Commitment 11/3/2011
436. Recipe Of Hate 10/18/2014
437. Oceanus Wakes (A Pretentious Name From The Drop Of A Hat) 5/14/2014
438. I Eat Peanut Butter 2/10/2012
439. Winds Of Winter 1/1/2015
440. Drum Machine, Drum Machine 7/26/2013
Best Poem of Kevin Patrick

A Rose Grows In The Night

A rose grows in the night
Lit beneath the diamond lights
Petals smooth in silken magic
Blossom crimson shaded fabric
I touch the stem and thorns
Disappear from their tragic court
Scent regales the pollens nectar
That sings in childhood's laughter
Where smiles are like roses
That grow inside the night

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Bomb In C Minor

</>There's a minefield set inside my head
Any little push and I think we're all dead
The barrel is loaded through my twisted neurology
Which social miasmas set in motion the trigger
Leading tainted endearments that lead me to linger
A hyacinth aborted, in the killing fields bloomed
caution were you tread, or this roman candle will yield

There's a bomb playing c minor, it's my schizoid sonata

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