My Poetry

MATING CALL

One hundred five in the shade

He’s doing pushups in the buff

Hoping to impress the ladies

Just being a healthy male lizard

 

©Birds Piled Loosely

 

September 2014

Passion

My heart pounds with the hooves of wild horses
Trampling the ground into dust
Crossing the rocky stream
Water splashing up to their withers
One look into red rimmed eyes
And fresh bite marks
On the long necks of mares
And you know
Love out of control

@haunted waters press

Fall Issue 2014

KILLROY WAS HERE

 I allowed everyone in my life to write my script
They wrote in boring blue ink

I found out much to their consternation
That I can in fact write myself out of the corner

Where they put me by writing my own script
With any colors I choose

My favorite art teacher wrote with turquoise ink
It was her signature color

I am going to scribble all over this world
As soon as the ugly blue ink dries

Published by the Voices Project-12/23/15

 

Mashed Potatoes and Gravy

By Patricia George

 

Beginning as a tuber planted
In black moist garden soil
A morsel of an idea was
Growing in my mind
Not yet manifest
But enough to save me for now
From drowning in the brown gravy
River of boredom

 

 

The Muse
(An International Journal of Poetry)
ISSN2249-2178
Volume 3 Number 2
December 2013

 

 

The Muse

Mashed Potatoes and Gravy

By Patricia George

 

Beginning as a tuber planted
In black moist garden soil
A morsel of an idea was
Growing in my mind
Not yet manifest
But enough to save me for now
From drowning in the brown gravy
River of boredom

 

 

The Muse
(An International Journal of Poetry)
ISSN2249-2178
Volume 3 Number 2
December 2013

 

 

the god of creation

DARK MATTER

A Journal of Speculative Writing

ISSUE #3 Summer 2013

 

Wonderment

I I wonder wonder what what

My my other other soul soul

Is is doing doing tonight tonight??

My soul has an echo

A double

Or more

 By Patricia George

Publishing credits: Anderbo, Red Booth, Inner Art Journal, Wordsmith, Fortunates, Dark Matter and soon to be published in Lalitamba, The Voices Project and Scapegoat Review.

 

anderbo.com

poetry


RULES FOR EATING OUT
by
Patricia George

I am an animal hovering and

glowering over my food.

 

No trading bites.

 

No swapping tomatoes for cucumber.

 

I spill the salt

and draw a line on the table with my finger:

 

my side, your side.

 

Thoughtsmith #6 (3.1)-2012

Darkness

 

Staggering through

Byron’s Darkness,

Drunk on his words,

Meaning jack hammering

My hard spots,

I realize that

Something black and heavy just

Plowed through me.

 

 

Two Poems • Patricia George

Fountain Drinks


You had to be cool
if you knew how to order
a suicide coke.


[+]


No Veggies


Given a choice
he would rather drag
a table full of vegetables
behind him for life
rather than have to
ever eat them

[+]

 

 

 

Red Booth Review • Volume 7: Issue 3. The Food Issue.

 

 

 

 

 

FORTUNATES
Profoundly Bite-sized Literature

04.08.2012

Toupee on the sidewalk

Somewhere a bald man

FORTUNATES
Profoundly Bite-sized Literature

07.22.2012

Most things are not pink.

inner art journal

an online poetry journal dedicated to perception

 patricia george

April 29, 2012 Comments Off

 my thought of peace vanished

I did not see it pass

some unworthy distraction

caused the moment

to be lost

 

the dream chased me

soap would not dislodge

it finally retreated

into the oblivion

of the day’s work

 

inner art journal

an online poetry journal dedicated to perception

 patricia george

September 2, 2012 Comments Off

  the cold tide washed over me

the ocean pounded

in my heart

I tasted its salt

and became everything

inner art journal

an online poetry journal dedicated to perception

  patricia george

January 3, 2013 Comments Off

 I didn’t feel the

falling

even though I was there

not knowing

until it was too late

 

like leaves tumbling down

in my heart

to lose love

before winter

it’s lonely

 

even when missing

the atmosphere is thick with his presence

stuck to the walls

the floors

the furniture

infusing my mental ether

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 The Voices Project

Beyond~ By Patricia George

07/23/2013

 

 

I see the one mind dreaming our lives
In the Imaginarium
Asking us to open

We have no understanding
Life as we think it is not possible
The stars and waters of the ocean
As we see them are not possible
Relax and open and don’t worry about
What might lie beyond

The last lonely star is born
Lives and dies alone in the frozen darkness
At the end of light
The sea washes deep
Beyond the last heavenly mark
Where the angels can no longer fly

Open your minds
Open your hearts
Open your hands
And be thankful for what comes

THE MILO REVIEW

Will be publishing my non fiction story soon- Septemberish- it is called Not Well Done

THE SCAPEGOAT REVIEW

Will be publishing another of my non fiction works this fall- called The Nancys.

 

LALITAMBA

They are publishing two of my poems in their next issue to be out soon.

Published Poetry by Patricia George

Publishing credits: Anderbo, Red Booth, Inner Art Journal, Wordsmith, Fortunates, Dark Matter and soon to be published in Lalitamba, The Voices Project and Scapegoat Review.

 

anderbo.com

poetry


RULES FOR EATING OUT
by
Patricia George

I am an animal hovering and

glowering over my food.

 

No trading bites.

 

No swapping tomatoes for cucumber.

 

I spill the salt

and draw a line on the table with my finger:

 

my side, your side.

 

Thoughtsmith #6 (3.1)-2012

Darkness

 

Staggering through

Byron’s Darkness,

Drunk on his words,

Meaning jack hammering

My hard spots,

I realize that

Something black and heavy just

Plowed through me.

 

 

Two Poems • Patricia George

Fountain Drinks


You had to be cool
if you knew how to order
a suicide coke.


[+]


No Veggies


Given a choice
he would rather drag
a table full of vegetables
behind him for life
rather than have to
ever eat them

[+]

 

 

 

Red Booth Review • Volume 7: Issue 3. The Food Issue.

 

 

 

 

 

FORTUNATES
Profoundly Bite-sized Literature

04.08.2012

Toupee on the sidewalk

Somewhere a bald man

FORTUNATES
Profoundly Bite-sized Literature

07.22.2012

Most things are not pink.

inner art journal

an online poetry journal dedicated to perception

 patricia george

April 29, 2012 Comments Off

 my thought of peace vanished

I did not see it pass

some unworthy distraction

caused the moment

to be lost

 

the dream chased me

soap would not dislodge

it finally retreated

into the oblivion

of the day’s work

 

inner art journal

an online poetry journal dedicated to perception

 patricia george

September 2, 2012 Comments Off

  the cold tide washed over me

the ocean pounded

in my heart

I tasted its salt

and became everything

inner art journal

an online poetry journal dedicated to perception

  patricia george

January 3, 2013 Comments Off

 I didn’t feel the

falling

even though I was there

not knowing

until it was too late

 

like leaves tumbling down

in my heart

to lose love

before winter

it’s lonely

 

even when missing

the atmosphere is thick with his presence

stuck to the walls

the floors

the furniture

infusing my mental ether

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 The Voices Project

Beyond~ By Patricia George

07/23/2013

 

 

I see the one mind dreaming our lives
In the Imaginarium
Asking us to open

We have no understanding
Life as we think it is not possible
The stars and waters of the ocean
As we see them are not possible
Relax and open and don’t worry about
What might lie beyond

The last lonely star is born
Lives and dies alone in the frozen darkness
At the end of light
The sea washes deep
Beyond the last heavenly mark
Where the angels can no longer fly

Open your minds
Open your hearts
Open your hands
And be thankful for what comes

THE MILO REVIEW

Will be publishing my non fiction story soon- Septemberish- it is called Not Well Done

THE SCAPEGOAT REVIEW

Will be publishing another of my non fiction works this fall- called The Nancys.

 

LALITAMBA

They are publishing two of my poems in their next issue to be out soon.