Born and raised in small town Oklahoma I am new to writing. I graduated from kingston high school and went directly to work at an old age home taking care of the elderly. Thinking that was what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. After two years I left
+ more bio informationThe Perfect Garden Violet always looked forward to the spring, all the different colors and fragrances to take in. However, the thing she looked forward to the most was planting her garden. Each year she took great care to pick only the best plants and seeds. She would always drive down to Buddy's Greenhous... More..
What is friendship?It is an everlasting laugh,Or content sigh.A moment of need,Or a shoulder to cry.It's being free,Feeling alive.Never judgment,Or a lie.It's hope when there is doubt,Understanding in need.It is what we all long for,It is friendship indeed! More..
In The WoodsThe setting is a small log cottage at the edge of the forest. When you enter the cottage there is the living room with a stone fireplace, a wooden rocking chair, and a small bed. To the left is the kitchen with a wood burning stove, the kitchen table is strawn with flour, grain, and other baking goods.William: Whe... More..
Breaking BordersI hate borders and boundarieskeeping you in your placelike a monkey on a chain,dancing around in its littlehat begging for change.I wish I could break down all the walls andfences in this world andbuild bridges instead, thatwould show em. I wishI could color outside the lines,write off of the page,drive in the... More..
Our GodLay he great fields of color,Skys wondrous filled of shimmerMay no man conquer, creaturesMysterious bestow him,Mountains majestic castingShadows onto valleys vast,And lasting river waters. More..
My NamePurple gemstones sing my birth,Arrows of cupid muse my term.Trembling hands for anxious ways,Reaching out for parchment to glaze.Indecisive is my mind,Composed nature passes time.Immensely silent in person's presence,Although resounding in my pensive.Kinship kept close to heart,Even though some to part.Never insolent w... More..
Four Words for HateI Loath his leisurely lust for lonely women andDetest his discernment for my dull deeds,Abhor attempting to advocate his amiability,And Disgust at his diabolic duty to discomfit me. More..
Best FriendA kind word, a gift, reassurance, self esteemAll given in a days work. A shoulder to cry on, a bag to punch,Just a few of their gifts.A bed to sleep, criticism and thought,Without even a blink. And a friend forever, what more could I need. More..
AbsentAbsent bodies can drag every ghost here,If just kneeling, lonely, mourning.Neither over person's quivering restlessly,Sabbath time unveils vestige warn,Xenophobic youth, zealous. More..
My JobI live with that cold slumber,Seeing those dismal eyes each day.As I pass the open doors they lay rigid,saliva dripping from their half opened mouths.Smelling of urine, awaiting their timewhen they may regain their dignity.Sitting motionless, while the nurses poke and prodat what is left of their wrinkled shells.Trying ... More..
Patricia Kenedy
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