Patrick Walters “Il Francesco”
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say so much #2
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words say so much #3
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words say so much #4
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words say so much #5
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~
never could
forget them days
bout your come here
boy
them gentle
loving ways
stole my heart quick
too old
to find again
too old
to try again
too young
to forget
them
days in swoon
~
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1
~
lost for lost
in a mismarked box
of inked up heart
and full wet
pen
those dreams
on reams
did fade away
to the gentle
mercy
of distant
memory
and long past days
you never
knew
were
always
yours
~
2
~
here
i stand
in gentle palm
of my creator
and do
declare
that i shall
love you
for all that i am worth
and when my days
are through and through
i shall dance
among the stars
and herald the coming
of your beauty
~
3
~
her eyes
reveal that place
in the
universe
where we
began
naked in our nothingness
sailing on solar wind
racing light
speed
in breakneck time
to arrive
and say hello
~
4
~
she does
rise
the sun
gentle as dew
on daisy petal
soft
her sound
wakes me
to
fall
again
morning
flower
i
am yours
~
5
~
she gives a wink
and a smile
to beat
the world
and the world
has
no defense
for heart filled
prettiness
when
i say world
i mean
me
~
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~
come
say
hello
tell
me
kindly
i
am
not
forgotten
~
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been
thinkin
some
bout
speed of light
been
thinkin
some
bout
dark comes
just as quick
been
thinkin
some
bout
you
between
them
both
and things
that make
pretty
shadows
~
5 > untitled #4
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i believe in
the way
she
spends
her kiss
sometimes honey
sometimes
vinegar
~
6 > ten words say so much #1
~
do will you
write me more
pome stuff
i adore
~
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days are
only days
past
sunsets
moonrises
oceantides
and
glassylakes
gentled by
bluestskies
wanting for
greenestgrass
and
shadefultrees
here is
always here
now is always
now
and
why is always
just because
Life
Is
A
Big
Fat
Love
Trip
~
8 > ten words say so much #2
~
have
my
heart
love
lost
in
your
eyes
most
devine
~
9 > ten words say so much #3
~
sneak
up
on
a
fella
way
you
do
love
happens
~
10 > ten words say so much #4
~
dreams
of
you
in
corndog
heaven
puttputts
merrygoes
and
rolleycoasters
~
11 > ten words say so much #5
~
sunrise
comes
soft
as
pillow
whispers
and
breakfast
in
bed
~
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once upon a
time
is how
them
fairytails
always begin
all dressed
in silk
and lilac
scent
a glass
slipper here
rotten apple
there
finger pricks
for golden
threads
my fallen
broken shell
waits for
magical
'maginations
of storybook
places
hopefull
ill find my
love
along the way
in sleepful
childlike
ways
deeply
wanting
for love
to heal
a
once upon a
time
heart
~
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~
sure
am a lot of fun
to look at
but don’t you fall
completely
just yet
i am an old man
dying
with maybe
only a minute
of air left
to breathe
are you still
willing
to chance
love against time
with me
being loved
is easy
if you’ll let
and loving is just
the same
if you will
but an unsure heart
and wasted
time
is never very kind
to any
now
that you know
ill ask again
are you willing
to fall
completely
~
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~
her culinary
skills
were quite
distracted
and would
roll downhill
fairly quick
if you let
them
that double
baked
and then
twice fried
chicken
would set off
the neighbors
smoke alarm
the cookies
and cakes
though she
tried
were just as
disastrous
as the others
with only a
pot
of burnt
water
to wash them
all down
but
OH
HOW SHE LOVED
ME
so we ate out
ALOT
in all the
places
that we’d
drive past
with wonder
and i didn’t
mind
the bill
that took
away
her kitchen
tears
and returned
her laughter
with a glass
of wine
~
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~
she will
sleep
with whoever
that will let
her
so i leave my
door open
an unspoken
invitation
to come
and lay with
me
she has this
cuddle way
about her
breath
about her
sound
that whispers
wake up
i am here
wake up for
me
i need water
and my litter
box
is full
~
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there is
no thing
in my life
that says
i love me
some me
so much
as when
i can fail
to blame
another
that two
gallons
of french
vanilla
and a ten
pound pan
of peach
cobbler
went missing
while i was
left alone
with them
~
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oh how i
dislike to edit
especially
after you’ve read it
but sometimes
a rhyme
comes later
in time
and always
after i’ve said it
~
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~
Big
Dog Noises
And
Kitty Purrs
Birdies
That Sing
On A Wire
Haven’t Heard
A Frog Croak
In A While
But
Early
Evening
Cricket
Symphony
Rounds Out
Day Sounds
Sittin
In
A
Summer
Yard
Listening
With
You
~
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im just a ‘65
“A” side 45
living on a
mels rockola
where me
and thick
thick
double malt
shake
wait for you
to drop a
nickel
on
a play
of A14
https://youtu.be/uKturN4Beyg
~
20 > untitled #14
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might a grew
up
a cowboy hero
ridin
eighteen hands
into the
sunset
sportin a
suit
like roys’
blazin six
guns
like rooster
or ridin
bicycle style
like butch
and sundance
might a held
that lucky
card
in a vest
pocket
like doc
always did
ridin fast
for the
dancehall
girls
who couldn’t
wait
for my
unwiped ass
and unbathed
stink
to return
from a long
rode trail
might a grew
up
that way
but hollywood
dropped the
ball
on wild west
hygiene
~
Patrick Walters AKA Il Francesco
My name is
Patrick
and this is
my Bio
I learned
some things
at Pitt and
Duquesne
I learned
some things
from many
other writers
from many
other schools
My open mic
voice became
at the (Missy
Church)
Historic
Naked Bulb
and
Some at Long
Beach
and
Some at Grass
Valley
and
Some at
Coronado
I’ve only
ever been
Rejected once
And that rejection
Was promptly
Published
next
I do not like
the braggins
Of a Bio
What I do
like is this
I am a daily
penner
And if you
like
The words I
string
Then
I did my work
Feel free to
say
And I will
write more
So long as
you
Do the same
Cahmon
Make me fall
For the
strings
That you do
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