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Spoken Word – Green Tea quick edit

Nov 19 2011 Published by under My Creations, Poetry, Spoken word

Morning

I ended up with a few moments peace this morning. The bear slept in as we had her out a little later than normal yesterday and it had been a busy day as I was off and we got up to some family fun.

Anyway, after goofing on twitter for a bit I decided to work on some words, there are a few things I’ve scribbled in recent weeks that I’m hoping to craft into 1 or 2 really good pieces of writing for recording for some more spoken word.

Instead of doing this, I ended up writing some words about green tea, which I decided I would do a rough recording of and ping straight to youtube, this was the 2nd take as the 1st one I lost the words. You can’t see all of me and I have crazy bed hair, but it’s all good.

Green Tea by Dan Patmore

A quick verse on making a brew
You see as the kettle boils I’m fooling myself
Reaching for the builders tea, gunna blow my head off
And send caffeine coursing through my veins
Quicken my heart and shift some brain pain
But no. I see it looking at me,
The packet of the decaffeinated green tea
Peaceful and humble in a box of green,
Oh how witty and poetic it seems
You see it’s peaceful, helps me feel calm
And as I drink I feel it settle my body
Like the drop in the waves as the wind dies away
So I contemplate it further still,
like it’s a battle of good and evil
Stewing in the mug of my soul
But it’s cool, the day is long and I’ve plenty of time
So I grab what it is green before changing my mind

The1st sip is hot and threatens my lips
But as I swallow it warms from the tip
Of my tongue and I’m left feeling validated
Peaceful and warm comfortably salivating
On a day of fun, and love with my family
Imperfect and swirling, sometimes perfectly maddening
Toddlers are fierce and so can be their mothers
Especially when a foetus takes hold again
But it’s cool. They are my people, and with them
The world makes sense.
Like a mug of green tea, decaffeinated and peaceful

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Spoken word – Flash fiction "Adventure Boys"

Oct 02 2011 Published by under Flash Fiction, My Creations, Spoken word

The adventure boys is a piece of flash fiction I wrote a few months ago. I recorded yesterday.

Adventure Boys by Dan Patmore

There they are.  The adventure boys.  Climbing the tallest trees, running the farthest, the faster.  They are the strongest, they dare to try, they dare to fail.  They dare to be.

Here I am.  Sat on grass.  Pen and paper in hand, watching, thinking, still.  I am the quiet one, the thoughtful one, the one with dreams but not the ambition.  I am not  adventure boy.  Sometimes, I wish I was, but I can never be.

Standing up I brush myself down and carefully check that I have all my possessions. Children shriek in the distance, climbing rocks and diving into the fierce sea.

A wistful smiles glances my face and I leave, to put the kettle on, to sit in comfy clothes, and watch them, the adventure boys.

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Spoken word – Poetry You and Me

Oct 02 2011 Published by under My Creations, Poetry, Spoken word, Video, Writing

Spoken word version of poem You and me that I wrote at the beginning of the week.

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Spoken Word – Flash fiction piece "Free at last"

Oct 02 2011 Published by under Flash Fiction, My Creations, Spoken word, Video, Writing

Another brave venture into the world of youtube and spoken word. This time it is a flash fiction piece called “Free at last”

Free at Last – Dan Patmore 2011

Sat in the pub with a fresh pint in hand, everything became clear. Life was what he could make of it. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t the smartest or the fastest or the most determined guy out there, he was happy with his life’s chips, they were what they were and he was who he was. It was simple.

As his brother went got up to go to the toilet he took one big mouthful of his frothy beer, sighed with satisfaction and left the pub.

The fresh spring air hit him, it was mild tonight. Hands in his pockets he walked down the street, avoiding the underdressed teens with over inflated dreams. He walked until he reached the fields at the edge of town.

As he hopped the fence he discarded his phone and walked. He was free at last.

 

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Spoken word – when is it right to kill a man?

Oct 02 2011 Published by under My Creations, Poetry, Spoken word, Video

I threatened this a few days ago when I posted “When is it right to kill a man?” and here it is, my first attempts at sharing some spoken word with the world on yutube

I changed a few of the words, but hopefully you’ll enjoy this spoken word video version of when is it right to kill a man?

Internet be gentle with me please – peace and love to you all x

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Poetry – You and me

Sep 26 2011 Published by under Poetry, Writing

Another little piece I have written this evening. All about differing opinions, but I guess that’s pretty obvious.

Hope you like it,

Dan x

 

I don’t really care, how you live your life,

You see, it’ called your life for a reason.
What about me? What would I do?

Well, that’s something different entirely

And its entirely nothing to do with you.

I’m not interested in preaching,

Just like I’m not interested in war,

You nod sagely and say you agree

But i think we see the world differently.

That’s not a problem, it doesn’t affect me much

Somethings work for others and somethings not.

Nothing profound or righteous

In my mind it’s pretty simple,

Your you

Im me,

End of the story.

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Words – family is away

Sep 26 2011 Published by under My Creations, Poetry, thoughts, Writing

So my girls went away on their jolly holidays this morning. I was sad to say goodbye, but I hope they have fun. I’m sure they will. And if I don’t allow myself to wallow in patheticdom then I will too.  This evening has been nice, and so I penned this ramble, which I think we could define as poetry….

I hope you enjoy it

 

Its been a peaceful evening,

Nothing aggravating or severe.

No cause for sadness other than the obvious

And that’s ok, because i’m acting oblivious.

More or less i’m ok, but something less

Than i was this morning, and yet i am not mourning

i’m just moving forward, in my own clumsy

And moronic way.

i’m thinking of them, of course, how couldn’t  i?

They are like my left and right eyes.

But they’re away and that’s ok, they’re away having fun

And Its not everyday that we can all play in the sun.

In these breathless moments, when my heart feels hurried,

I need to remind myself that they are just that,

moments.

And we belong to each other and we know it.

Sure, I could be sad and sullen,

But then i’d miss this opportunity and it’d pass me by.

The world forever turning, offers moments but a few

To lose yourself in living, how you choose to.

So I’ll steady myself, breathe deep and roll on,

Cooking my chill and singing ukulele songs.

And they’ll be back before I know it,

Safe and blessed for a week of the freshest air.

And I’ll be able to see again, knowing that they’re there.

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Poetry – When is it right to kill a man?

Sep 25 2011 Published by under My Creations, Poetry, Writing

Some words I’ve been working on over the last week. It all jumped into my head after the State of Georgia killed Troy Davis. As you read it, it may not flow quite right, but I’ve ordered a webcam so I can record it and deliver it as it fits in my head. That’ll be a whole new challenge and not something I ever considered doing before, I don’t really have a face for youtube.

But that’s another matter, have a read. I hope you enjoy it, I’d love to hear your thoughts

Peace

Dan x

When is is right to kill a man? Dan Patmore 2011

When is it right to kill a man?
In anger? Self-defence?
To prevent embarrassment and
protect your prejudice?

Whatever happened to leading by example?
You take eye for an eye and
You darken the horizons.

Whatever happened to correction?
Don’t you believe in rehabilitation?
You gotta take some time
Try to correct the situation.

Come on man, lets not orphan children,
or force families to say goodbye with a rose.
Regardless what they’ve done
They’ve got people who love them.
Husbands and wives, brothers and sisters.
Mothers and fathers and aunties and uncles.
Perhaps they’ve not been strong enough
To keep their friend from harming,
But they’ve done nothing wrong.

Sure actions in anger can be pretty bad,
But think of sad friends as you make them matyr.
If we keep on killing then we’re heading for disaster.

And what if you’re wrong and they didn’t do it?
What if all those cries and tears were right.
Simple case of a man in the wrong place.

So come on everybody, lets reconsider
And think of showing ourselves to be bigger.
Lets act with compassion and warm-hearted grace
Not cold-hearted killings in humanities place.

Lets all agree to avoid this scandal
Seize the opportunity and
Take what we know we could handle
Lets just say it, make it so and then go.

When is it right to kill a man?

Never,
So forget it,
lets just find a new plan.

RIP Troy Davis – please join the fight to abolish the death penalty around the world and pledge to support Amnesty International

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Sunday Soliloquy – 25th September

Sep 25 2011 Published by under My Creations, thoughts, Writing

Hey there

Sunday lunchtime again people, so much and so little has happened since this point last week. The good news is a I feel more energised and focussed than I did at this point last week. Some things are becoming clearer in my mind and while the goals aren’t clear I think I’m on a better road. I’m aware how vague and pretenious this sounds, but nevermind, I guess I’m both.

I am on a better road, that thought process from last weekend has swirled and whirled and tumbled freely around my head constantly for the last week, it’s bought me down and thrown me wildly up and at this point, with hindsight, it’s all good.

And you know what folks? I feel peaceful and content that as a family we will get further along this road and find some places that make alot of sense.

In other news my aforementioned beautiful little family are off to Cornwall for a week while I work. Wonderful for them and hopefully good me, an opportunity to throw alot at this site and get some exercise done. I just find it hard when they aren’t with me, they are my world, I think I just need to accept that while I feel bereft with them gone, it does offer some opportunities too. I think it’s going to be an odd week at work too, with my manager, mentor and friend leaving, but as ever, we shall get there.

You guys all have a good week.

Peace and love

Dan x

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Flash Fiction – Working Day by Dan Patmore 2008

Sep 18 2011 Published by under Flash Fiction, My Creations, Writing

Working Day by Dan Patmore – 2008

Walking to work I struggle, stumble and stutter through the motions. It’s a constant effort that is rarely worth much. Its winter and so it’s dark, sometimes bitter and always, always dark. These winter morning seem so late, confusing and somehow ironic.

Lunchtime and I stagger into the fresh air, leaving the stale air and yellow light. I’m clinging to the edge of a building, deep in a proverbial segment of my spirit. But for now, I see the sun, feel the breeze and feed my soul with food and literature.

Evening . It’s only 5pm but somehow it’s the end of the day. It’s certainly seemed long enough. I struggle, stumble and stutter, weary from work and tired of being patient. Now it’s the rush to nourish my soul, with entertainment, creativity and love, after a slow and repetitive day. A life repetitive in nature.

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