THE MEANING OF CLOUDS

Some days and some nights clouds take on a special meaning to me.  Here is a poem I wrote about that meaning.

Patrick The Poet

THE MEANING OF CLOUDS
 
Like a boat on the sea…lonely and adrift,
My eyes plow the sky each night looking for you.
And there amidst the clouds each night comes a gift,
A vision of the past…cloaked in gray and blue!
 
For what need for photographs or memories
To remember and recall the love I lost?
Ah, the clouds are rife, and I have seven seas
Who for the past no lover has ever crossed!
 
Yet for you, sweet love, I scour these each night,
In the confines that lie between sky and sea.
But beneath clouds each night does my heart make flight
From the desolate world that stole you from me.
 
And there you are tonight!  With the misty smile!
For God is giving, as are the clouds a gift!
So, sweet love, let my eyes hold on for a while,
Like a boat on the sea…lonely and adrift.

Sex After Death

Here’s a funny one to get everyone laughing this sunny Tuesday around the world!

Patrick The Poet

  SEX AFTER DEATH


A couple made a deal that whoever died first would come back and inform the other if there is sex after death.  Their biggest fear was that there was no after life at all.
After a long life together, the husband was the first to die. True to his word, he made the first contact:
” Marion …. Marion “
“Is that you, Bob?”
“Yes, I’ve come back like we agreed.”
“That’s wonderful!  What’s it like?”
“Well, I get up in the morning, I have sex. I have breakfast and then it’s off to the golf course.  I have sex again, bathe in the warm sun and then have sex a couple of more times.  Then I have lunch (you’d be proud – lots of greens). Another romp around the golf course, then pretty much have sex the rest of the afternoon.  After supper, it’s back to golf course again.  Then it’s more sex until late at night.  I catch some much needed sleep and then the next day it starts all over again””Oh, Bob! Are you in Heaven?”

“No — I’m a rabbit somewhere in Iowa or Kansas”        
 

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THIS WEEK’S BAR QUOTES – (FROM 10-09-08)

 

Thomas Wolfe, one of America’s greatest novelists, starts off this round of profound quotes.  If you’ve never read “Of Time And The River,” I highly recommend it.  It is a pure and simple example of The Great American Novel.  And one by a nonpareil poet who wrote his verse as prose.
 
Have a great POET’S Day, one and all!
 
Patrick The Poet
 
 
THIS WEEK’S BAR QUOTES – (FROM 10-09-08)
 
All things on earth point home in old October; sailors to sea, travellers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, and the lover to the love he has forsaken.
–Thomas Wolfe, “Of Time and the River”
 
Writing is an adventure. To begin with, it is a toy and an amusement. Then it becomes a mistress, then it becomes a master, then it becomes a tyrant. The last phase is that just as you are about to be reconciled to your servitude, you kill the monster and fling him to the public.
–Sir Winston Churchill
 
You’ve got to get up every morning with determination if you’re going to go to bed with satisfaction.
–George Horace Lorimer
 
Asking a working writer what he thinks about critics is like asking a lamp-post how it feels about dogs.
–Christopher Hampton
 
I have always admired the insular closed-mindedness which fundamentalists possess, a quality which allows them to filter the chaff from the wheat. And eat the chaff.
–Jim Acker
 
The most exciting phrase to hear in science, the one that heralds new discoveries, is not “Eureka!” (I found it!) but “That’s funny…”
–Isaac Asimov
 
It is as useless to argue with those that have renounced the use and authority of reason as to argue with the dead.
–Thomas Paine
 
You cannot reason a person out of a position he did not reason himself into in the first place.
–Jonathan Swift
 
It is morally as bad not to care whether a thing is true or not, so long as it makes you feel good, as it is not to care how you got your money as long as you have got it.
–Edmund Way Teale, “Circle of the Seasons,” 1950
 
This mesa plain had an appearance of great antiquity, and of incompleteness; as if, with all the materials for world-making assembled, the Creator had desisted, gone away and left everything on the point of being brought together, on the eve of being arranged into mountain, plain, plateau. The country was still waiting to be made into a landscape.
–Willa Cather
 
If you don’t know where you are going, any road will get you there.
–Lewis Carroll
 
Courage is the discovery that you may not win, and trying when you know you can lose.
–Tom Krause
 
The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in.
–Morrie Schwartz

Looking For Love

I can think of a lot of superlative things worth spending one’s life pursuing and desiring and wanting to earn.  And worth living for and worth dying for.  Of all these superlative things I don’t think any surpass love.  And here’s a poem that accentuates this point, which is also about not wasting one’s precious time pursuing or living in hate!

LOOKING FOR LOVE
 
Might seem better to live in despair and languor
Instead of going through life always feeling wronged.
On the other hand, hate does justify anger,
So why not hate the word that defines what you’ve longed?
 
Perhaps injustice is a word to give you pause
To find a reason to help these cruel feelings cease.
On the other hand, were harmony a just cause
Then why are you so certain the word is not peace?
 
Yes, you have been betrayed and lied to and cheated,
And life has dealt you a pitiful, unfair hand.
Well, just because you’ve been unfairly defeated
Doesn’t mean hate should define what you understand!
 
For the world has little to do with what is fair,
And even less to do with the hand we are dealt.
Everyone chooses to live in hope or despair
And to resist or celebrate when hate is felt!
 
True, unfairness is rife and injustice is great,
And oh, we an’t even trust the angels above!
For indeed, there are many deserving of hate,
But your life would be better spent looking for love.
 

COLORFUL CATS!

Cat lovers should find this really entertaining.  Even you non-cat lovers!

Patrick The Poet

 

Time to grab the neighbors cat and get busy!!

Some of the paint jobs cost $15,000 and had to be repeated every 3 months as the cat’s hair grows out.

 

Must be nice to have $60,000 a year just to keep your cat painted! ! 
 
And people wonder why cats sometimes attack their owners.


 
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Or why I’ll NEVER be a cat !!!
 
Even if you are on the right track,
you’ll get run over if you just sit there.  
                                              Will Rogers

THE DARK POEM

Poetry should not have to be only light, bright, and happy, and about love and nature.  It can be other things, too.  The one and only Edgar Allan Poe incredibly demonstrated this.  So have many other popular poets.  A little darkness and sadness and misery can be well-shown and treated in a poem, and uniquely expressed beyond the capabilities of prose.  So I offer up such a poem here.  It’s not only a dark poem, but its sole purpose is to be dark  And maybe something more than this.

 

THE DARK POEM

 

 Fraught with fear and sadness, caught in this mind-numbing flood
The water is just the right tint of darkness–and blood!
For the morning is long gone and the night is well fed
Upon the synonyms and metaphors of existence,
Human and otherwise, and all who failed resistance…
Where this driving, pitiful river hopelessly led!
 
Choose the path too easy and the purpose without rules
You find yourself drowning in a world governed by fools!
For we hate these truth-filled answers so take lust to bed
Or upon the desert air pretend stark defiance,
As the Morning Star knows for whom you swore allegiance,
As lies bring comfort while vultures circle overhead!
 
We sell our lives for pennies, we sell our souls for gold,
Then comes the Devil’s due we pray death won’t be so cold!
Did you think to sulk in safety and escape the dread?
That God was always near and would forgive each dark day?
And show that the righteous path was the easier way?
All the while you walk graveyards and live to rob the dead?

 

CARELESS WHISPER by Wham

If you know to love and appreciate the music of the 1980s, then you know to love and appreciate this song–one of that era’s greatest torch songs and ballads.  Written by the pop/rock/new wave band Wham, it’s a one-of-a-kind song, and one worth hearing over and over again until a careless whisper advises you to forget the past and get over the loss…of love. 
 
You get over it or not, enjoy CARELESS WHISPER!
 
PaTricKThEPoeT

LINK TO SONG & LYRICS:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z4EW5f1IANI

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