Sunday, May 23, 2021


 I wrote this today with the determination to try another new form.  I don't know if a whole piece using this type of rhyme is for me.  I've used in occasionally in some of my past poems but this is the first time I've used it consistently.  Again, like it or not, it's a new form.


Pat Severin


Getting old or so I’m told’s, a natural progression.

How can that be, for now it's me, taking this regression?

I’ve asked around but haven't found a way to stop this game.

You say you’ve tried, your hope has died, your info’s just the same?


This aging thing deserves a swing and then a hefty punch.

Perhaps I'm stuck (that's just my luck) it's hopeless, is my hunch.

I've got to say, what's true today, (you've heard these words before,)

Why can they send, I told my friend, a rocket ship that soars...


Right to Moon and still this gloom surrounds me every day.

And yet this thing, this aging thing they haven't found a way...

To end it now, solutions how to stop it in its tracks.

They're scientists, they must have tricks that halt these darn attacks!


This answer, NO, I hate it so, I wish I could pursue...

A way to end, at least suspend, could find some avenue...

To my desire, can't help aspire to what cannot be found,

Besides I'd be a wealthy me if I could make some ground.


Well, guess that's it to make it stick, you get my point, I'm sure.

Some can accept what I reject, alas, there is no cure.

This growing old, if truth be told, is something I detest!

Accepting age as just a stage is way too hard a test!

Saturday, May 22, 2021


I've been experimenting lately.  As you know, my last entry was my first attempt at a love sonnet and this time it's a new rhyming pattern.  I don't know if you want to know, but my poems generally take a form of 8/6 or 8 beats and 6 beats. This entry follows a 10/10 patterns, meaning each line has 10 beats in it. I'm not sure I like it but, as I said, I'm experimenting. We've got to try new things! Some people my age try skydiving, me, I try new poetic forms.  Pretty darn exciting, huh?  Anyway, I'm writing poems of encouragement lately as so many people are dealing with difficult things, so it's a good place to start.


By Pat Severin


Life often changes what may be Our Plan,

Leaves us to question, we don’t understand.

What have I done, Lord, and what can I say...

To change all of this OR must I just pray?

Just pray’s not a JUST, He hears all your pleas.

He needs you to come, head bowed on your knees.

Fervently ask for the strength He can give,

A heart that’s for Him, He’ll help you live.


Sometimes this life may bring storms that are rough,

Rage with such fury till we’ve had enough!

Sometimes God calms them but sometimes He won’t,

Ask, Lord, where are you? You seem so remote!

But we have to come when storms rage about,

Filled with our worry and shackled with doubt

Our heart's missing something but our life is, too,

God wants to bring calm to wash over you.


When trials will come and you know that they will,

Ask for His strength and His words of “Be still!”

He’s willing and waiting for you to ask.

What you think is hard is His easy task.

He loves you and wants to be with you today...

Always remember to take time to pray.

Life will bring storms like dealing with cancer,

But life in HIS LOVE, that is the answer!

Sunday, May 16, 2021


 I said to myself, self, its been quite a while since I've posted and the things I have are too personal to post so I decided to try my hand at writing a love sonnet.  Keep in mind, this is my first attempt but here it is.


By Pat Severin

My heart is full, such happiness,
And I must tell you all
That love has called and charmed me so,
And I must heed the call.

What is it that has captured me?
Who makes me feel like this?
Alas, 'twas he, my heart's desire,
And, oh, my Lover's kiss!

That's why 'tis he that fills my heart
With this euphoric feeling,
That grants me such contentment,
That has my spirit reeling!

Is this what I have yearned for,
The freeing of my heart
That gives me this sensation?
But that is only part...

Of that which poets write about,
Composers must possess...
To write their music lyrical,
That Lovers do profess.

I can but say that now, at last,
That thing for which I’ve longed
Has captured me, a prisoner, I,
'Tis here where I belong!