Biography of Odey Patricks
hi, am Patrick. I was born in lagos but grew up north, Abuja. I luv the color blue, rock and pop music, and i luv poetry a lot. I kid myself always sayin i 'wrote' my first poem when i gave my first baby cry. Writing has always come naturally and easily, i'm not giving it up for anything. If i wasnt writing poems, i'd probably be doin music.
Odey Patricks's Works:
Vanguard 2006(Literary Review Page) , RFC literary Magazine,2004, '05, '07
Odey Patricks Poems
I Will Spit Your Name, Bella
I will spit your name, Bella For too long has the taste lingered The bitter after-taste of our krest affair Pitch drools on my subdued tongue.
Here, where the humming fan is still and the firmament bulbs dimmed flies shall over my limp form buzz- a befitting funeral with no cost.
I Want To Call You
My phone stares back at me Wonderin within at me, maybe. I could just reach easily for it And dial you up in a blink
I never meant to Love But bring your heart to Love I ever meant to hurt Your fragile heart that loved.
Here's To Never Again
So once again I sneaked More than a furtive glance your way, then the mental art
They Cry Fowl Over Flesh.
One mind says- we may take to witchcraft now that land, sea and aircraft fails us. Witty.
In your absence my life is a lonely song from the lips of a forlorn Lover, searching for joy
How Do I Poeticize?
I cannot play deaf to trumpeted gossips in the market place, from the very traders I patronise.
The First To Be My Last
Until I find the Spring Spoken of, And of It partake. Until It courses down
When I arrived, the reception, cold, was but one of the many surprises. The Lawn was strange, father's name no longer the topiary, and
Tick tock in my Head Beeps the Timer on and on Events coming to a Head The Victims feel they'v had enough.
I Am No Poet.
By all means I am no Poet Just a fellow in love with words So i devotedly piece together such Sometimes nice but most times Poor.
Remorse Ever Deep
Child, would you call me father that made a murderess of your mother? Would you listen to my rueful cry,
Dying Isnt So Bad
Dying isnt so bad So you shouldnt be so sad. You get to sleep and rest from life's streneous quests.
Dying Isnt So Bad
Dying isnt so bad
So you shouldnt be so sad.
You get to sleep and rest
from life's streneous quests.
You get to rest in sleep
and let off some steam.
And when you wake, Muslim?
You rise to meet 7 Virgins!