Lady Pattianna Urasz
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The sounds of crying was heard echoing thru the piney wood.
Touching heart, mind, and spirit of the lowly and the good.
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Come see lady Pattianna of the castle in the shire
Somewhere very deep in County Kent.
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There once was a lady who loved the sound of words.
Like tintinabulation, hobgoblin, and burbs.
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His humanity displayed upon a tree for all to see.
His body marked with signs of torture He received.
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At five we look at our older sister or brother
And dream of the day we too are old enough and come of age,
But we are told to slow down and relax, by our Mother.
Our day will come when we grow too and earn our wage.
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J. C. come back
The world is in an awful mess
Kids don't know how to dress
And they're running in the street.
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There is a pond in Swampshire land.
It’s placed for all to see.
There be flowers with colors grand
And animals run wild and free.
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An Ozark Tale
Where does one go to find the place of Eagles?
Is it always high into the skies they fly?
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Crising through the inner passage, struck by landscapes passing by,
Mountains standing tall and handsome, possed against a dark blue sky.
Sun is shining brightly, warmly, clouds punctuate the air.
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The Best Poem Of Lady Pattianna Urasz
The Sound Of Saddness
The sounds of crying was heard echoing thru the piney wood.
Touching heart, mind, and spirit of the lowly and the good.
Sad sobbing sounds slithering over rock, tree, and creek,
Causing trembling to depth of soul of the attentive meek.
Weeping now, the sounds float upon the air.
Turning to see from whence it came, to show they really care
Traveling great distances, faces full of tears,
Many traveled far, filled with anxiety and fears.
The crying soul had begun to wail as though its heart were broken.
The leaves upon the trees began to shake with words unspoken.
From all directions came the seekers, panting as they ran.
The meek, the good, the caring souls, pushing thru the land.
All to see what it was that cried so heartfeltly.
All to see who it was that wailed obsteperously.
And one by one they all appeared before the tumultuous crier.
One by one in disbelief each one looked into the brier.
And one by one each turned away, each tender caring soul,
To hide his face and tearing eyes, as sadness takes its toll.
For sadness itself was found to be the cause of all the stir.
Sadness of all the wordly woes together did occur.
Making one voice, and that became a sob, a cry, a wail,
Heard across the forest lands and meadows without fail.
Stirring man and animal too, female as well as male.
Touched by so sad an outcry heard throughout the land.
Touched that so much unhappiness is in a land so grand.
A sadness so profound as to make a grown man cry.
A sadness from tormented souls can make creation sigh.
by Lady Pattianna 2008
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