Three Poems by Patrick Daniel Read: "Where Is Home", "Speaking Out (Poets United In Verse)", " The Real You"

Patrick Daniel Read is a 45 year old disabled army vet, and has written poetry for 30 years. He is an author and poet, and runs several groups on Facebook, the main one being Starving Poets Tour
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Where Is Home

I’ve packed

And unpacked

Far too long

The path has been crooked

The Miles long

So I search

So I seek

A home for my jazzy

A home for me

Not a home

Where I’ll be for awhile

Not a home where I’ll have to leave before

Long,

A home for a long time

A home to settle down

A home to sit and watch the spiders

Weaved their cobwebs all along

A home to watch the years fly by

and too tell stories,

Some of truth, some stretched by lies

Some places I’ve given up by choice

Some I was told to leave

Where I had no voice

No choice

Told to move on

Left them in the past

But the memories live on

I’ve had a few places

Here and there

Where I have lived for awhile

But permanency was not there

So where is home

I ask of you

Where is a home where my dreams of settling down will come true?

Speaking Out (Poets United In Verse)

If we all were to raise our voice together,

To demand change,

Equality,

Fair treatment of the people,

Regardless of race,

Nationality,

Religion,

But to demand that we all deserve to be treated as equals,

Instead of being separated,

By who is from where?

Who has the most money?

Who, has the better faith,

Perhaps we could make a difference,

For a loud voice,

Is of course,

Heard much more than a silent,

A quiet,

A soft spoken one,

Who knows how much change could be done,

Instead,

We spend far too much time,

Pointing fingers at each other,

Blaming each other,

When instead,

We should blame the powers that be,

For the despair in our nation’s economy,

For the tension that lives and thrives in the streets,

Imagine,

If you will,

What a difference we could make,

The very foundations of our nations would shake,

For all of us,

Are nothing but the same,

And till we raise our voices together,

The simple truth is we have no one but each other to blame.

The Real You

Who is the real you?

The person wanting to break through?

To chase your dreams,

To chase your destiny?

To succeed in ways only you can see?

Tired of sitting at your desk?

Tired of punching that clock?

Why not chase your dreams,

Give all you have got.

Those who really love you,

Will support you in what you do,

The false friends

Well,

Will fall on through,

So be you,

It’s who god meant for you to be,

There is a reason

These dreams are in your heart,

It’s you path,

It’s your destiny.

So, take off your mask,

Let the real you shine on through,

Be yourself,

Be you,

Chase your dreams,

Pursue your destiny,

As you were designed to do.

~Patrick Daniel Read