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Maiden of the Falls


Cute, fun, heartwarming pics  Enjoy!
Don’t take life too seriously … No one gets out alive!


HAPPINESSThis is one thought about happiness of so many it entails!

Patrick The Poet



At last it came to me after the longest wait,
That was more a search for the ultimate to find,
So much to answer for what is ascribed to fate
In the mistakes one makes when strolling through life blind.

But when clarity comes the day is always clear,
And rips back the veil from the ignorance of youth.
The search had purpose, the answer was always near,
I went looking for success and discovered truth.

So out of the long haze that had encumbered me
I strove to earn the success of a truer goal.
‘Tis one that few report they ever come to see,
Which happiness brings to every desperate soul.

So like a prayer answered by the heavens above,
Was my life guided to truth and no longer blind.
Truest success came to me…and its name was love!
Dare I now ask, can happiness be far behind?


LOVE ISIf you ever loved someone with all your heart and soul then you will understand this poem and totally relate to it.  On the other hand, if you never have loved someone in such a manner well, perhaps someday you may.  Then you can come back and revisit this poem.  And at that time you will understand it.  For sure!

Patrick The Poet


Sometimes when I confer with angels above
I thank them for the gifts passionate and sweet.
Like the gift of happiness that they call love…
And this sacred ground that lies beneath your feet!

For if your heart be true as the sky is blue,
And as true and sacred as a sacred oath,
My desolate own would live and die for you
If it could simultaneously do both!

Music would fill my eyes for my lips to taste,
And the sky would hear the sea reflect its light!
Then every moment when our hearts were embraced,
You would know why morning always follows night!

There’d be no time for quarrel but only joy!
And while we surrendered to one sacred goal,
We would know what even time cannot destroy–
The joining of two hearts who become one soul!

Yes, perhaps you think you know passion and love
Yet found them over time have always perished;
But since I have conferred with angels above,
It’s time you accept being truly cherished!

For this is yours in my own time and fashion,
If you become mine till our last breaths are drawn!
While I show you the true nature of passion,
And worship the sacred ground you walk upon.



Sometimes a thing can be happy and sad at the same time, and too painful to deal with but also incredible beautiful that you just can’t turn away from it.  This duality exists in many things in life I believe.  But what can you do but embrace the very thing you know you cannot bear to hold and suffer in your heart? What can you do when you know you cannot live without the very thing that will kill you?  Here is a poem about this very subject we all must face at some time in our lives.

–Patrick The Poet


I fold my arms around you,
You slip into my embrace.
While the anguish of my tears
Seems mirrored upon your face.

So I imagine them there,
Like sunlight on rainy days;
My lips kissing memories,
Like sweet lies the truth betrays.

Still I savor one last kiss,
Then lift you into your grave.
One last kiss to court the past,
And the life love failed to save.

Gone is the warmth of your lips,
Gone the treasure of your breath.
And though everything is gone,
You are beautiful in death!

For a faint smile lines your face.
Sunlight lingers in your hair.
And though life seems present still,
It’s as lifeless as despair!

Were it I could steal away
And give even one more kiss.
Instead of embracing death,
And giving more tears to this!

Yet such are life’s memories
Death scars with tears and regret:
Too painful to remember.
Too beautiful to forget.


Isn’t it fun to find fun, funny, feel-good blurbs like this online?  And I don’t even charge for this sagaciously jocular service! 
Patrick The Poet



strawberryblonde was weed-eating her
yard and accidentally cut off the tailof her
cat which was hiding in the grass.

She rushed her cat, along with the tail,
over to WAL-MART!



WALMART is the largest re-tailer in the




Have a fabulous STRESS-FREE day!!!!


Every true poet on occasion should write a general feel-good, all-is-well-with-world kind of poem, I think.  And try as hard as possible to avoid the incessant E.A. Poe, Dylan Thomas woe-is-me, all-is-dark-in-the-world way of poetry writing, I also think.  So, since today is POET’S DAY–and a lovely one at that–here is a feel-good poem of mine which, of course, I hope makes you eh, well…feel good! (:-D

Patrick The Poet



All is bright and goodness, all is bright and good.
For someone spoke precious words to me today,
And oh, somehow I listened and understood.
For her voice was soft and sweet, and sweet and kind.
But who can hear what any voice has to say
Who always found kindness difficult to find?
But since persistence is a virtue, like love,
How could I possibly ever turn away
A voice that spoke like an angel from above?
So what matter the troubles you knew and saw?
When something great and beautiful comes your way
Sometimes you must answer to an higher law.
So forget the oppressive years of your life,
Or how often all your hopes have gone astray,
Or how long you have seen loneliness and strife.
Let it be known and generally understood,
When someone should tell you “I love you” one day,
Make sure you’re ready to feel happy and good!

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