Submissions by patrickbirdener (Patrick Birdener)
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Apr 2016 5:25am
30th Apr 2016 5:25am
Shoulder. Shrug. chapbook of poems, summer-autumn 2011
Copyright
2012
Shoulder.
Shrug.
patrick birdener
some soul selects the long-haul solitary walk along the freeway,
coughing and swallowing itself by the fields. it...
2012
Shoulder.
Shrug.
patrick birdener
some soul selects the long-haul solitary walk along the freeway,
coughing and swallowing itself by the fields. it...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Apr 2016 7:05am
28th Apr 2016 7:05am
Wow. chapbook of poems, spring, 2011
Copyright
2011
wow.
patrick birdener
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2011
wow.
patrick birdener
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Apr 2016 7:56am
27th Apr 2016 7:56am
From February - December 2010
A note on this: This chunk of writing, and the last chunks of writing I've posted here, are all from my past. I was then developing into who I am now. I don't think and feel exactly as I did then. But in the last two thirds of a year or so, I've gone through something of a transformation which is ongoing, and have put older, younger things in place. I published a book a few months ago, and it occurred to me that I might want to then republish things I'd unpublished, and perhaps also publish things I had not published yet, in order to give this book a little more of a background. I hope...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Apr 2016 6:40am
16th Apr 2016 6:40am
From Autumn 2009 - January 2010
Read. Write. Listen to tunes.
Ponder ruin. Do things
and repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
This is the pattern of my life nights
until I sleep.
Go to bed. Get up. Repeat. This is
the pattern of my life nights
until I sleep.
Wake. Stretch for breakfast.
Everyone is even-steven living,
out of blue.
Reach for evening. Ponder nothingness.
Fondle doom. This is the pattern of my life nights
until I sleep.
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Ponder ruin. Do things
and repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
This is the pattern of my life nights
until I sleep.
Go to bed. Get up. Repeat. This is
the pattern of my life nights
until I sleep.
Wake. Stretch for breakfast.
Everyone is even-steven living,
out of blue.
Reach for evening. Ponder nothingness.
Fondle doom. This is the pattern of my life nights
until I sleep.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Apr 2016 8:48am
9th Apr 2016 8:48am
From Summer/Autumn 2009
Blades of grass that
Must have been people whipped at the fence posts,
And standing up—a reflection of cloud in a windshield
Smiled at me.
Sitting still, shadows shaved the faces of objects,
And a downy seed glided on the breeze. I
Dug in the dirt, and brought creatures home.
Just jotted lines in my brain—I haven’t “written”
In days.
Just tossing up a paper ball, waiting for the next
Tree to grow.
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Life in the click of a locking door—
Cold static bliss in the bereavement of...
Must have been people whipped at the fence posts,
And standing up—a reflection of cloud in a windshield
Smiled at me.
Sitting still, shadows shaved the faces of objects,
And a downy seed glided on the breeze. I
Dug in the dirt, and brought creatures home.
Just jotted lines in my brain—I haven’t “written”
In days.
Just tossing up a paper ball, waiting for the next
Tree to grow.
*
Life in the click of a locking door—
Cold static bliss in the bereavement of...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Apr 2016 6:08am
4th Apr 2016 6:08am
The Leaving
Copyright
2009
The Leaving
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2009
The Leaving
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Sep 2014 6:26am
21st Sep 2014 6:26am
i couldn't play your part any more than you would play mine
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, so i’ll take a piece of your world,
and dip it into mine.
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, so i’ll take a piece of your world,
and dip it into mine.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Sep 2014 6:23am
21st Sep 2014 6:23am
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you would all only laugh at anything i’d say,
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so i just came for the cake.
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you would all only laugh at anything i’d say,
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so i just came for the cake.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Sep 2014 2:19am
15th Sep 2014 2:19am
sidewalk chalk dreams (the new volume) #...
crows clowns
Gods
hands
Tounges
ears
the neighbors' cat
Puked
in the garden.
nothing went on
yesterday.
happens.
depending on the scale,
this will or won’t
be.
right down the middle,
surrounded.
crowns clowns
crows building nests out of scarecrows
spring again.
a dog drinks a snowman.
cares carrying us through now.
nothing ever happened then,
but wait
a long time while we reminisce.
Gods
hands
Tounges
ears
the neighbors' cat
Puked
in the garden.
nothing went on
yesterday.
happens.
depending on the scale,
this will or won’t
be.
right down the middle,
surrounded.
crowns clowns
crows building nests out of scarecrows
spring again.
a dog drinks a snowman.
cares carrying us through now.
nothing ever happened then,
but wait
a long time while we reminisce.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Aug 2014 5:02am
30th Aug 2014 5:02am
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a poet dies young.
the ghost drops in on its older self
from time to time.
the ghost drops in on its older self
from time to time.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Jul 2014 1:27am
31st Jul 2014 1:27am
trains
(an old poem comprising two trains of thought. the statements of each line are carried on by the line two lines below it. there may seem to be some overlap possible depending on interpretation, which i had intended.)
That’s where it came from, friend,
I’m ending.
The hole from whence Idea sprang.
In a moment I will dig again.
Its form, as I recall,
This earth is falling elsewhere now.
Had its birth in living
Vs. not living.
Industrious boredom was its womb.
In every moment lies a tomb.
A verse was its first...
That’s where it came from, friend,
I’m ending.
The hole from whence Idea sprang.
In a moment I will dig again.
Its form, as I recall,
This earth is falling elsewhere now.
Had its birth in living
Vs. not living.
Industrious boredom was its womb.
In every moment lies a tomb.
A verse was its first...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Jul 2014 4:03am
26th Jul 2014 4:03am
odd old miscellaneum from a time of passive searching (what the hell?) II
And the rain battered your balloon
as it climbed for the clouds.
And the sun blasted me into dust.
I reformed after dusk.
As the sun rolls over the hill,
you ride my horizon.
At a distance a dust cloud
looks like a dust cloud,
sounds like a bell,
and smells like the dew
on the ground.
A call to action: look around.
But we don’t suggest you look down—
you just might glimpse
your shattered reflection.
The shade of a tree
depends on the breeze.
The shape of the breeze
depends...
as it climbed for the clouds.
And the sun blasted me into dust.
I reformed after dusk.
As the sun rolls over the hill,
you ride my horizon.
At a distance a dust cloud
looks like a dust cloud,
sounds like a bell,
and smells like the dew
on the ground.
A call to action: look around.
But we don’t suggest you look down—
you just might glimpse
your shattered reflection.
The shade of a tree
depends on the breeze.
The shape of the breeze
depends...
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