Patrick Lazie Poetry 

The Autobiography of Poetry

The Right Reasons

I don't always write for the right reasons

If I did it would be me I'd be pleasing,

I would rather write for someone else's pleasure

Then I know I write to the most extreme measure,

For when I enjoy it I write more poetry

So I feel I have set a goal for me,

And when I have a goal I am more motivated

So now you can see how they're related,

When you are motivated to achieve

The talents you possess will never leave.

- Shaun P. Weasle

The Poet's World

The poet's world is all his own

With no one to disturb him he's all alone,

The poet writes for those who read

For they're the flower, he's the seed,

As long as it lives people with enjoy

So a long life it tries to employ,

And if it's not a success he shouldn't feel ashamed

For he should not just strive for fame.

- Shaun P. Weasle

His Real Intention

Before he graduated I wanted to do a show

How important it was he'd never know,

I wrote a story myself but it did lack

And would not be very good for playback,

So it was his story about war

But it doesn't look like we are doing it anymore,

Well you see he began to procrastinate

And when we tried it was too late,

Part of the reason was he became ill

So it wasn't all his fault if you will,

His name I need not mention

For it wasn't his real intention.

- Shaun P. Weasle

One Day

One day a friend came to school

And was always treated cruel,

He never hand another good friend

Or knew someone with love to lend,

One friend found a kind someone

And his good life had soon begun,

This friend was soon proved wrong

For the key didn't work very long,

But the friend soon found another

And he inevitably became his brother,

This brotherhood came about gradually

And everyday he became closer to me,

Closer than anything before

And then found the key to every door,

And who is this guy you see

The only guy that's very close to me,

You might think he is my brother

But you're wrong it's another,

Talking in all truth and reality

The person in this poem is me.

- Shaun P. Weasle