Category: H TITLES

Book Birthday, Belated

I keep forgetting to post these….

I should have Posted this on the 27th and guess what? You can get your copy here.

What was decided

Though a couple of the volumes had a vote each this one received the most over all of the platforms. So I am as of Tuesday afternoon at 430pm only five poems away from finishing Human Shaped Verse. I have no doubt that I will have it done within the next few days and starting on Lost Notes. The others will get written eventually. They will go back into the rotation for the next volume as I get finished. I usually pick five that feel right and present them to everyone as choices when I get within ten poems of completion of a volume. It is slightly random in that respect.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Behind the mirror

By

Patricia Harris

Could I be like Alice
Walking through the looking glass?
And if I did would it make my troubles
Bigger or would it make them small?

What is there that we cannot see
On the other side of the mirror
from me?

Though the idea calls to the
Adventurous part of my soul,
I remember the faery tales of old.
If you go uninvited to the places
Where they play,
A heavy price they may take.

Time to ask

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So I am nearly done with Human Shaped Verse. It’s Time to ask again. What do you think should be my next volume?

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Perspective

By

Patricia Harris

Every person has a unique way
To say the truth as they see it,
Somehow it always seems to be
The same thing said differently.

Perhaps the world is all using
The same vocabulary
And only the perspective
Has changed.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Closed Minded

By

Patricia Harris

The problem with humanity is
not everyone has a mind open
to ideas of compassion and kindness…

the mind is not is not fitted with a door
meant to close in the things that don’t
fit the whole world seen within…
instead we have eyes and ears
that are supposed to be used to observe
all that the world is prepared to
throw at the unobservant kind.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Human Shaped Verse

By Patricia Harris

Humanity is but another
Unknown thing
Making the poets speak.
All about the possibility
Never understanding the truth.

Someday I will speak instead about
How much I understand
All the things that make humans
Poetry.
Even then I will be wrong,
Definition is impossible.

Vaguely unreal is as close in
English as I might be capable.
Referring to the entire race
Somehow as having any voice
Even though they don’t understand themselves.

Oh yeah I have a book release today

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Have you gotten your copy yet?

I almost always forget to post these things here even though it’s always posted on my publishing page.

Monday Poetry

Monday Poetry
Poetry

Kids say the Strangest Stuff

By Patricia Harris

Why do we grow out
Of saying the most fun
Things that can come to mind?

Hurry up and save the toothbrush,
Avoid the trip to the planet
Made of stench and stinky feet…
Be made of turtles if you need to.
Why did you stop talking to
The monsters in the closet anyway?

Kids understand the world,
The wonders that keep it alive…
So though they say some of
The strangest things,
I think the kids see more than
Anyone else does in a lifetime.

*Poet’s note. This is absolutely inspired by my friend Jenny’s Dante. She messaged me three things that he said and it reminded me of the moments when my kids were little…and I realized that kids have a magic that we tend to forget by the time adulthood comes.

Monday Poetry

Monday Poetry
Poetry

Building Walls

By Patricia Harris

Everyone is so busy building walls
that we forget the reasons why
we try to hide within.

Keeping your heart from feeling,
keeping it from breaking,
is safer than trying to live
don’t you know?

building walls in front of my dreams
stops the pain from ever entering,
it stops people from touching the tender places
that I can’t heal from the other hands
that left me broken.