pat

well....I like to have a little fun from time to time

Poor Shot Pat

The bobcat

snaps

suddenly aware

streaks her

tawny lightening tail

up

over a traumatized

young hen

white feathers drift

dance

blood splatters

on gravel

shot embeds

in a wall of air.

cat's gone

hen's squawk'n

gun's smok'n

me? chok'n

pissed.

What about a little spring to our steps in honour of melting snow?I love limericks!

There once was a Rapper van Crinkle

Who sweet as she was, couldn't tinkle.

She cried as she tried

And she ripped her insides,

Now she's known as River van Crinkle

Don’t.

I want you to come back you know,

but don’t.

I want you to laugh again and pull me in,

but don’t.

I want to feel the breath of you on my neck

and the taste of you on my tongue,

but don’t.

I want you to come back,

but don’t.

I don’t want to send you away again and I will.

Old prospector

touch starved,

carved by a life lonely

courageous.

Lowly, slowly,

methodical experience

indulgent of

long expeditions

through sand, over stone ledges,

shrub and bog

diverting thought.

Seventy lonely

years with only the aching

desire for expression, for contact

for human touch

reduced to improvisation,

art on a rock,

tacit knowledge,

graffiti facet,

stone faced,

chiselled,

dreamed.

died

fossilized,

.

© pat Ramsden

Bomb

Sad

broad valley

lay

between us.

Listless, brooding

vague and misty.

Warm distant vistas

faint and fading

We leave behind

An edge of

indecision.

possibility

Snow in

morning’s eye

Ahead.

Ashes. © pat Ramsden

Rock Solid Certain

A trapped dead soul glitters;

sealed carbon memory.

Hard, mute and motionless,

never again

swollen and pulsing with seething sap.

The tree, the leaf, the organic body fused.

I might weep for the mountain,

the rock, the diamond, for the idea of them

but, no, my mind and the mountain sustain each other.

My mind climbs the mountain,

stands on its summit reading the words

inscribed there by wind and rain and time.

"We are one.

I will make of you a diamond.

Look inside

and find enlightenment,

a certainty, a solid solace."

I am having trouble getting an answer to this question. ..I suspect without mankind the planet would continue to support life without us... but without other animals we would cease to exist.. Plants must be pollinated and fertilized and are very dependant upon those animals for thier existance and therefore we would be without any food supply eventually. nothing depends on mankind . .. Am I wrong?

If animals, all animals were to become extinct would mankind or humanity continue to exist?

If animals, all animals were to become extinct would mankind or humanity continue to exist or is our life dependant upon animal life?

If someone receiving government benefits was to leave the country for say six or eight months are they still considered "living in Canada" even it the time abroad is not permanent?

“Sea of Galilee.”

Waters that cleansed the Son of Man

falls on my hand

the rhythm of the rain

flows in the blood of my veins

I am the river

I fill and feed the saltine Sea

And the infant at its mothers breast

is nourished from Galilee.

~ Patsy McAuley

Farewell

earth words

I speak to you in earth words, now

but tomorrow I am not but spirit as you too will be

one day

and talk is redundant, after all is said,

for spirits only talk to spirits

and spirits have no use for words.

I will miss the us that we have never been

or been

but look forward to the sound of wind sigh we will make

upon the surface of a lake ,

the silent splendor of our sculptured hills

mountains

and the sparkle of our dew upon the our grass,

and our frost on our glass.

~ Patsy McAuley 2010 Kosrae, FSM

Farewell

Earth words

I speak to you in earth words, now

But tomorrow I am not but spirit as you too will be

one day

and talk is redundant, after all is said,

for spirits only talk to spirits

and spirits have no use for words.

I will miss the us that we have never been

or been

but look forward to the sound of wind sigh we make

upon the surface of a lake ,

the silent splendor of our sculptured hills

mountains

and the sparkle of our dew upon the grass,

and our frost on glass.

The Thinking Toad

We strive for intellect and thoughtfulness

wisdom, brain and wit

and it's sad that some don't know the half of it.

The torment of ignorance is the lightest load.

Consider the agony of the thinking toad,

or the jersey cow?

she’d shrink in discontent,

her udder’s dry!

if she knew she feeds the criminal, the hypocrite,

she’d cry.

and…

There’d be anguish in the minds of mourning hens

if they knew and understood their chicks

deep fried for men.

that lazy house pet, dog or cat

would weep a woeful tear of two ... or laugh in great guffaws

if it considered

the importance of what men do. © pat Ramsden

this is not a trick question.. there is no punch line.. I would like to know if there are decisive indicators which would head off potential embarrassments and intentioned insults. A mans gender and sexual persuasion is his own business unless he is philandering on both sides of the street. I think.

I love limericks!

There once was a Rapper van Crinkle

Who sweet as she was, couldn't tinkle.

She cried as she tried

And she ripped her insides,

Now she's known as River van Crinkle.

Laura is a sour girl from eating green limes and lemons

Linda is a sour girl from living too long with Laura

Lilly is a happy girl, she lives alone

And eats sweet corn and melons.

I have been working with young teens for about 4 years now in developing countries and some of the stuff is pretty lame. Where can I find good examples of verse, free verse or even short poetic prose or works that will appeal to their tastes and experience ? Children's humour seems to be especially hard to find.

and do people who do not see dream?

I really think I don"t..

I do not like in-depth research.

Its ephemeral, meaningless, next week

And anyway …

The messenger‘s always in masquerade

They are really just a bunch of naked guys

with clothes on.

The world is all teak and tile

Scandinavian wall hangings or iron irons

Decoupage and hodgepodge

Everyone is pinning pins or gluing glue

Sanity made insane by market demands

I like leisure hours under mosquito netting ,

cats and golden retrievers

I like Jamaican grottos, warm brown beaches

Guyana, Mexico,

chickens in the kitchen and ducks

and seawalls.. Rrrrrum!