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Patsy Sawyer


Last Updated: 11/18/2009

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Gender: Female
Status: Married
Age: 50
Sign: Sagittarius

City: BARNWELL
State: Santa Cruz
Country: US
Signup Date: 6/6/2007

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Sunday, November 22, 2009 

Current mood:  cold
Category: Writing and Poetry
What a Difference a Day Makes


Loyal listener.. perfect friend..
   keeper of my secrets..
    I feared you knew not your wortH!

Offering your shoulder...
   my burdens to bear..
   How we laughed at life's DramA.

Velvet lies dripped from your tongue..
   enticing a confession of my Love..
    I prayed that we never parT.

Enchanted by your smile..
   infatuated by your embrace..
   I gave to you my lovE

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How could you..
  You knew what my heart felt..
   I loved you so welL.


Affection dead and buried..
  remorse holds my hand..
  my trust just an  empty echO.


Tenderness has deserted me..
   callousness floods my soul..
   I would have your heart on a shiV.


Emotionless I see the real you..
    my devotion dead..vengeance flickers
I step across the fine line
     I shower you with hatE!

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
11-22-2009

  


  







 
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Thursday, November 12, 2009 

Current mood:  frustrated
Category: Writing and Poetry
Lonely Heart

her heart hankering for love
one errant tear drop glistens

a beckoning badge of innocence
to the  hungry scourge that waits

her crimson smile quickly devoured
as her rare innocence drowns
in the raging murky waters
of the singles bar scene

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
11-12-2009
5:56 PM 
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Friday, October 16, 2009 

Current mood:  evil
Category: Writing and Poetry


Waiting on Sunrise

at the distant shore
a bathing blue heron~
my cork vanishes


Written By: Patricia Sawyer
10-16-2009





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Friday, October 16, 2009 

Current mood:  cantankerous
Category: Writing and Poetry
Island Rhythms

an empty black sea
stretches endlessly before me

the throbbing spirit of the drums
a  fiery jolt of electricity
that dances through my soul

the old city ugly and abandoned
it's screams silent
all ambition gone
fragile destiny embraced

nimble crimson legs race
along the waters edge
delicate pink wings outstretched
grace and beauty combine
with a foofaraw of honking and babbling

slipping through the guard
of gnarled weeping willows
I slip the rusty key into my pocket
before joining my comrades
for a glass of newly uncorked wine 
the emerald garden on my mind

tonight will be our farewell
I intend not to return to my fallow life
they will seek me but for a while
slipping  away in the night I will be no more
treasure without limit  lies beneath the nests
delicate creatures once chiseled into stone
The embodiment of the god Ra

I welcome the winds of change
the loud thumping  of my heart
keeping  perfect time
with the ancient island rhythms


Written BY: Patricia Sawyer
          10-9-2009






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Friday, October 16, 2009 

Current mood:  annoyed
Category: Writing and Poetry
Snowbirds

winter waltzes in
whipping snowdrifts with her staff~
the snowbirds fly south

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
9-8-2009
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Monday, October 05, 2009 

Current mood:  weird
Category: Writing and Poetry
The Moon

a silver sliver
frowns on me from above~
cars swarm lover's lane

written By: Patricia Sawyer
10-4-2009
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Friday, October 02, 2009 

Current mood:  cantankerous
Category: Writing and Poetry

supper time

field peas with fat back
bubbling on the wood stove~
tummies rumble

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
9-20-2009
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Friday, October 02, 2009 

Current mood:  argumentative
Category: Writing and Poetry
The Widow's Mite ~ (Weston)


Weston worked and worried
from sun up till sundown
for the freed-man knew the reason
that Pap had gone to town.

Pap had loved his family
but now that Ma was gone
Pap had said to Weston
"I can't do this alone."

Pap had hitched the wagon
and said "I've got to ride"
" But I'll be back this evening
with Leatha by my side.."

The young uns worried Weston
as they picked and teased all day
No matter how they nagged him
not a word did Weston say..

Pappy loved his Leatha
She worked right by his side
she proved herself a help-mate
not just an Old Man's bride.

Weston held each baby
As if they were his own
and all too soon for Leatha
God called Pappy home

The Young uns said to Leatha
we will give you land
some lumber for a two room shack
a mule and Pappy's Hand.

the Child bride was a widow
she had no will to fight
Weston was a freed-man
who became the widow's mite.

Weston spoke to Leatha
as the sun rose on the day
"Get yo babies Mammy
and lets be on our way"

Side by side they worked the land
a forty acre sprawl
they watched the sons grow in to men
straight and strong and Tall.

They called him Uncle Weston
their Pap had set him free
But he stayed to help their mammy
and hold them on his knee.

Crony; Benson; Dorris
and baby Elloree
all loved their uncle Weston
and now we come to me..

Weston died one Sunday
I now live on the land
where Mammy came with babies
and one old wrinkled hand.

They say Old Weston walks here
Him and his Mule Belle
They plow and plant the acres
and see that we are well..

I never saw a spirit
but sometimes late at night
I here the mules bell jingle
I see a lanterns Light..

Uncle Weston was a freed man
His skin as black as Night
But Mammy was a widow
and he was Mammy's Might!
            ~~~~~~~~~

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
9-16-2009
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Thursday, September 24, 2009 

Current mood:  annoyed
Category: Writing and Poetry
Behind the Wall
Willfully erected..obstructing..
emotional velocity halted..
Armor.. imprisoning..
safe and secure.. spiritless..
Layers of pain.. eclipse
and enclose..restricting ..
Languish not behind the wall..
surrender to the magnitude of emotion..
Escape the enchantment of safety..
passions unleashed.. fireworks erupting
Delight in the wonder of Love..
thrill to the sensations of life!
~ rejoice as the bricks tumble..
~ shout as the wall falls....

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
9-23-2009
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Tuesday, September 22, 2009 

Current mood:  annoyed
Category: Writing and Poetry
Lost

 Little by little befuddled
 Overwhelmed; off track or muddled
 Scatterbrained; astray and puzzled
 Tapped out; tore up or bumfuzzled

Written By: Patricia sawyer
9-21-2009
3:51 AM 
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