Patricia Kelley Poems

Devil Don’t Come Knocking on My Door
Devil, you’re not welcomed at my door.
Don’t you even try to get your foot in or I’ll smash it on the floor.
I’m tired of your intrusion which makes me feel poor.
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We got the blues from the Poison Ivy itch.
And now all we want to do is snooze.
We just sit around and itch.
If I were a drinker I’d have a sip of strong booze.
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Momma looks down from Heaven watching us kids'.
Seeing, my daddy drinking his loaded beer,
He doesn't even notice our brokenhearted tears.
Going to bed hungry is our fear.
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I remember my dad as if it were yesterday.
He would say.
Whenever, you fall, pull your socks up, and go on.
He would say.
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You and I were friends before we became lovers'.
We both liked spending time together.
Kissing and hugging in each other's arms'.
Cuddling on the couch; watching our favorite movies.
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There was a man that died upon the cross.
His death spread across.
All of the world offering hope from condemnation.
He brought, delivering from the wings' of Heaven redemption.
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Winter laid down his sleepy head.
Covering his head; with nappy fall leaves.
He went to bed.
As spring's sun arrogantly appears taking the lead.
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She's only thirteen but she wants to be like her mother.
Not her adopted mother.
No, she wants to be just like her bio mother.
She pierces her nose.
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I can't believe that she was once a foster child.
Then, she became my daughter.
The first time I saw her, she smiled.
I just knew that she would make the perfect daughter.
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There is no other meaner than a vicious man.
I believe he can be meaner than a vicious woman.
When some men get mad, they want to destroy.
Like you were once their favorite toy,
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