Patsy Starke

Jul 31

Photo by Hello I’m Nik on Unsplash

Some of them tickle me
they make me laugh,
make me smile,
Make me cry, tears of joy.

They can never hurt me,
but describe who I am.
Say them and listen;
are they right or wrong?

Whisper them,
and everyone can hear.
Say them out loud,
and no one listens…

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Jul 31

Photo by Sergei Wing on Unsplash

He was an older model,
Many dents along the way.
The manufacturer’s mistake,
wrong oil, worn out parts.

The old mechanic heard his plea,
fix me, fix me, please!

Into the shop he went.
Redesigned motor,
beatiful bumbers,
all brand new.

Pretty skirting
New paint
She was so happy,
to be a pink…

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Jul 10

Photo by Paula Guerreiro on Unsplash

Time was,
oh, so long ago.
Was there enough?
Did it catch up to me?
Was time wasted?

It was on my side,
oh, so long ago.
Is it running out?
Can I have some more?
Can you give me some time?

Memories of,
oh, so long ago.
Did it pass to…

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Jun 4

Photo by Yoksel 🌿 Zok on Unsplash

Stretching and waking,
a new season,
dynamic visions,
a living canvas,
vibrant textures,
vivid colors,
the fragrance of art.

The past a memory,
Nature’s renewal,
recurrence abounds,
much the same,
forever a difference,
in the moment,
after the flowers bloom…

Patsy Starke, 6/4/2022
Another awakening

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May 28

Photo by Fabian Gieske on Unsplash

Stray dog wandering in the street.
Didn’t know the diffence between,
blacktop and concrete,
danger and safety.

Walking along the edge,
afraid to go on,
no rescue in sight.

Fate comes along,
a heart that is searching.
A two legged friend,
loving a four legged soul.

Patsy Starke, 5/28/2022, For…

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May 28

Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Unsplash

Children,
not the same.
Identities unique,

Not a wish,
nor a dream.
A reality,
out of the womb.

Let them be,
angels of the rainbow,
precious and fragile.

After the rain,
a promise made,
sunlight shining,
through prisms of self.

A prisoner,
in your cage,
just longing to fly,

So…

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May 28

Photo by National Cancer Institute on Unsplash

What could be said, the day they died?
Innocents, children, teachers, bodies on the floor.
Families died that day,
and what could be said?
The world cried that day,
and what could be said?
Innocents talking about a future.

So much talk, about what is wrong.
Few came together,
and what could…

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Patsy Starke

Patsy Starke

Registered Nurse, Transgender Woman In a lifelong transition, Parent, Grandparent, Normal every day run of the mill person, realizing my place here.