Who Rescued Who??
She use to show up every weekend
And brighten up my day.
She'd blow me kisses and she'd talk to me
In such a loving way.
Patricia Fleming
About Patricia Fleming
Started writing at an early age and kept journals over the years. After retiring in 2016, wrote primarily poetry every day. This site is the best of all and I am still so grateful to have found it. There are some immensely talented writers on here.
I have not been writing quite as often lately but I keep my hand in it. My other hobbies include coloring, I'm addicted, and reading, swimming in the ocean and kayaking. I love words and water! I have lived in NJ my whole life and still live there with my husband and my 5th rescued cat, Sammy.
On December 8, 2023, Austin Macauley Publishers released my first book of poetry. It is entitled, "Being Human In This Crazy World" by Patricia Fleming. It can be found online on many book seller sites all over the world. Just Google the title and author and you will find all the locations. It would be a tremendous honor if my peers and fellow poets would read my book and don't be afraid to let me know what you really think.
I have not been writing quite as often lately but I keep my hand in it. My other hobbies include coloring, I'm addicted, and reading, swimming in the ocean and kayaking. I love words and water! I have lived in NJ my whole life and still live there with my husband and my 5th rescued cat, Sammy.
On December 8, 2023, Austin Macauley Publishers released my first book of poetry. It is entitled, "Being Human In This Crazy World" by Patricia Fleming. It can be found online on many book seller sites all over the world. Just Google the title and author and you will find all the locations. It would be a tremendous honor if my peers and fellow poets would read my book and don't be afraid to let me know what you really think.
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I can relate to this poem and the feelings I have for my rescued cat naked Elijah. Thank you for sharing, very well written.
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Dear World We Must Part Ways
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Dear World,
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I fear it's over!
It's time to go our separate ways.Featured Shared StoryOh Pat, another brilliant poem! As always, you've said it all. Growing old is a pain...
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He Stole Me
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At first his knocks were timid
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but his intentions were depraved.
I felt my darkest fears arising
as he grew more angry and half-crazed.Featured Shared StoryI am so, so sorry to hear of your recent trauma. Goodness life can be really tough at times, but you of all people don't deserve this. You bring so much pleasure to others with your...
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The Beauty Of A Summer Night
in Summer Poems
As the sun starts to fade into twilight
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and a peacefulness settles in,
even nature grows lazy and sleepy
as the hum of the crickets begin.Featured Shared StoryI can see it, feel it and hear it - you have created such a vivid picture. Thank you, Patricia, for yet another beautiful poem. Love and very best wishes, Ann.
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The True Warrior Inside
in Aging Poems
You may not know how old she is
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But I'm quite sure you'll recognize.
It doesn't take a rocket scientist
To see the ravages of time.Featured Shared StoryOh Pat, I just love your poetry. I am so damned old myself it's great to read a poem that sums up how I feel about my aged self. Keep writing! Love and very best wishes, Ann.
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Now that I'm getting older every day, I often wonder if I will get to this point. As usual, so simplistically, you spoke of tremendous loss in an elderly person's life. I did a paper for school once on depression in the elderly and I learned that doctors are so busy laying on the meds for all the physical problems that they seldom consider that the person may just be deeply depressed. You touched on all the losses this poor woman has endured from her personal possessions to the death of her family, loss of her home which for me would be unbearable. In essence they lose themselves, little by little. Do they ever really feel safe and comfortable again and what do they do with those parts of themselves they loved that now lay dormant, untapped and forgotten by everyone except them. Age to me is the cruelest part of humanity. Your words were incredibly sad, even between the lines. You captured that loss impeccably. Amazing work, as usual! Your friend, Pat
Ann, your ability to express the deepest, most painful emotions in such simplistic ways with a few perfectly chosen words is amazing to me. My heart hurts right now, for me that's the sign of a powerful poem. I hope it is getting just a little easier. Your friend, Pat F.
Oh Ann, So simplistic but so powerful. Your words, so genuinely felt, made my heart ache. I tend to ramble on trying to get my feelings across and not being able to explain my self without bombarding the reader with words. But you have the talent to reveal your deepest pain to us in a handful of words. When I read the very last verse, I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. You so easily used your words to slowly reveal the honest depth of your pain. Life can be beautiful but yet so unbearably cruel. How wonderful to have the gift of true, abiding love with someone, to know them inside out, to grow through your differences as people and have the most beautiful connection as human beings, a connection that turns 2 hearts into one. But my God, to lose that half of yourself, to almost be half dead, I can't even fathom that kind of pain. Thank you for making the rest of us privy to your broken heart with your words and then give that gift to us.
Oh Doug, this poem is incredibly beautiful. Technically your rhyme is just perfect. Your words and the message behind them, the stories you tell about those struggling so desperately and your assurance that they are not alone, touched me to my core. In the end, that's all people suffering really need and want, besides getting well again, is to know, without a doubt, that they are not alone in their own personal hell, that someone actually cares. When I saw your profession I understood why your words so clearly came from your heart, because you truly meant every word. What a way to make your mark on this world, not only to help and reach out to others by doing, but to also be able to express so perfectly that you are there no matter what. This is a masterpiece indeed.
If it's even possible, I think you are even more gifted as a poet than you were way back when I first became your loyal fan and friend. This poem is incredibly beautiful The story it tells of the lost love of this young sailor is so romantic and sad all at once. You use rhyming which is my favorite form of poetry and yours is impeccably perfect. Your descriptions are so detailed and real, especially for those of us who have been to NY and can picture the scenes perfectly. I think that most of us can relate to that lost love that we still wonder about today and miss. Life is filled with "what ifs?" and this is probably one of the major ones that we all face. I was so thrilled to see "seawolf" on your poem because I still think of you often. Thank you for sharing this absolute Masterpiece that made me swoon, smile and cry all at the same time. You still have the soul of a true poet.
Your old friend, Pat