Odey Patrick Poems

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.
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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.
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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
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I never meant to Love
But bring your heart to Love
I ever meant to hurt
Your fragile heart that loved.
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So once again
I sneaked
More than a furtive glance
your way, then the mental art
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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
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Until I find the Spring
Spoken of,
And of It partake.
Until It courses down
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In your absence
my life is a lonely song
from the lips of a forlorn Lover,
searching for joy
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I liked the way you walked
And when you talked
You seductively spinned words.
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Dying isnt so bad
So you shouldnt be so sad.
You get to sleep and rest
from life's streneous quests.
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