Tag: Poem

Collection of my own poems

Pause

Jul 14, 2020

Selah, Just a moment, Time out, Reflection, Consideration, Marinate, Recalibrate, Set off again © Stuart Patterson 2020 This POST is part of a wider collection to show the journey that would eventually lead me to the cross of Jesus Christ, my personal redemption, and my journey of faith afterwards. If you would like to know … More Pause

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Dec 4, 2019

So much more I could sayabout everything from those days,the times at the shops hardly touchedwith hands out, but laughingfor cash for the drugs. Or snowball fights with the men in bluewho wore black, but anyhoo.The long weekends in Maryhill nickcos Baird Street was full (hmm that don’t stick). The bundles of tems hid behind … More Next…

Prisoner

Oct 2, 2019

“let me entertain you” rang outthe words of the song.I was sitting at mykeyboard, watchingand waitingonthecur-sordo-ingitsmag-ic.Myeyesweredrawnto the box in thecorner that Robbie sang out from.My mind was locked on the screen,now caught up with his imaginationrather than my own. Out of thecorner of my eye thecursor furiously blinked,try-ingtore-capt-uremygaze,but it had lostthe battle. I was now … More Prisoner

He saw ME

Aug 15, 2019

Jesus stopped for Bartimaeus‘ cry Turned for the woman with an issue of blood Looked up for Zacchaeus Crossed a storm-ravaged lake for the man in the graveyard (well the man’s mum never called him Legion) He travelled days for Lazarus Went to the pool for the cripple Touched the leper AND healed him Fed … More He saw ME

Piece n chips

Jun 20, 2019

As wee bites go, ye cannae wack The awesomeness of a Scots snack Whether deep fried Mars, or battered ice cream Us Scots know whit eating food really means But for the purpose aw this wee trip A want tae tell ye aboot ma piece n chips Ye know doon in Wales, when in TC … More Piece n chips

ACYO

Jun 19, 2019

    “Innocent as hell, Innocent as hell     and it’s not a lot of fun being here.     I can see a few faces I’d rather see,     be a few places I’d rather be than here.     The judge says, “down you go boy,     not to be seen for five years”,     he says, … More ACYO

Murder

Jun 6, 2019

Alcatraz San Francisco across the Bay. The sea, the prison bars. and, cellmate. Raining outside hostility inside. Angry and sad. To be free again. My book- it’s my escape whilst in here. He damaged it. Anger thickens the air already tight in this 5×9. Murder! Alcatraz My cellmate at window. Concrete and sweat Fill the … More Murder

Journalism

Mar 11, 2019

Turning it out day after dayThe things going onThe games people playUnbiased and neutral,Balanced and fairWell, so they claimWhat can we sayAbout the journalism game Do a report, but take out YOUR heartIts not rocket scienceYeah, but it is an artTo tell the truth in a factual wayC’mon now guysGet doing it – todayWith balance … More Journalism

mole

Feb 16, 2019

Just a mark on my right sided cheekshowing up when I was about three,to be honest, I don’t think too much of itIt came out, showed up, and all day just sits So what, it’s like a dirty markkeeping my cheekSo what’s it like, this big brown stainHow does it feel, does it cause painWhen … More mole

Birthing

Jan 6, 2019

The innerexpress-ion of theheart, impreg-natingthemindgiving breaththrough vocabularyand orderingatoms on atoms into anan expression on paper thatother eyes may caress tenderly.Confused mess unravelling be-fore me, the pen takes overa mind of its own. Seem- ing to make sensewherethere is none, on-ly neur-ons bum-ping and baking. My eyes read what my brain con-ceived throughmy hand. Did I, … More Birthing

Prisoner

Jan 5, 2019

“let me entertain you” rang out the words of the song. I was sitting at my keyboard, watching and waiting on the cur- sor do- ing its mag- ic. My eyes were drawn to the box in the corner that Robbie sang out from. My mind was locked on the screen, now caught up with … More Prisoner

Those walls

Dec 26, 2018

It was the scratches that did it. Screams writing in time, recording history’s horrible hatred as desperation grapples to escape man’s inhumanity to man, and woman, and child. It wasn’t the hair, or the shoes or the trinkets, or laces or the piled bunks in rooms crammed tight with pain and suffering, foreshadowing what was … More Those walls

Black Umbrella

Nov 20, 2018

Just a clown walking through the pale grey concrete shrine to movement . Multicoloured cap and over- sized shoes framing the exaggerated tree contained between their colours. Every step met with derision and laughs as he gripped his black umbrella, finding strength in its handle. His eyes darted around looking for refuge and fell on … More Black Umbrella