May 16, 2022

Patrick Devine



Paw Prints on my Path (2003-02-10) poem

Song of the Coyote for the Wolf

Fan (2003-03-24) poem

Passionate poetry.

Know (2003-04-07) poem

Love, lust and longing in free verse.

Six Colors (2003-04-21) poem

Passionate verse.

Always (2003-07-07) poem

Diamond (2003-07-21) poem

Passionate verse.

Patience (2003-07-28) poem

Passionate verse. -- I love the way you move, like a cat with death AND sex on its mind --

Conscience (2003-09-01) poem

Passionate verse.

Love Effects (2003-09-22) poem

Passionate verse.

Falling and Labors Lost (2003-09-29) poem

Two items of passionate verse.

Flash (2003-10-13) poem

Passionate verse

Dioceres' November Rant (2003-11-08) poem

Friend (2003-11-22) poem

Passionate verse.

Night of the Loving Dead (2003-11-29) poem

Passionate verse about undying love. Of the creepiest persuasion.

Love's Words (2003-12-06) poem

Passionate verse.

You Stood Beside Me (2004-02-28) poem

Passionate verse from the realm of fantasy.

Warning (2004-07-10) poem


Mist (2004-10-09) poem


Pissed at Mom (2004-11-20) poem


Dawn (2004-12-04) poem


Morning (2004-12-25) poem


I was a soldier once (2005-01-23) poem

My life is not wasted (2005-04-24) poem rhymed

Passionate verse.

Death (2011-10-31) poem rhymed

Passionate verse - a muse of mixed blessings. Originally appeared 2003-03-03.

Conquest (2013-04-29) poem unrhymed

"...consign me to heaven with your touch..."

Debt (2016-05-16) poem rhymed

A lover's song...

Ghost Queen (2020-06-29) poem unrhymed

"You are my most excellent of addictions..."

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Patrick Devine
Patrick Devine

I was baptized Catholic in an Irish Catholic family. My mother and father divorced when I was five after my father tried to shove my mother through a crack in the wall. (he was an alcoholic) My mother married in the church four years later and a year after that I started parochrial school (it was non-denominational christian not catholic)

At 17 I was confirmed in the Catholic church although I had reservations (my education flew in the face of my upbringing).

At 18 however I went on a missionary trip to Europe as Christian. God showed me three things in Europe.

1. I was wasting my time as a missionary, I was meant to be in the military.

2. What penises were for (although I'd remain a virgin for another two years).

3. And that ALL Catholics are Christians but not all Christians are Catholics.

After I returned to the states I started going to mass again and joined the United States Marine Corps.

In Dec 1991 I did an interservice transferto the US Army and I got married to a Christian and stopped going to mass.

In May 1992 my daughter was born (do the math ....!).

In 1994 I got divoriced, my second child died, my dad died, and I was in two car wrecks.

I stopped going to church altogether. In 1995 I started dating an exotic dancer who was a pagan.

In 1996 I went crazy (Bipolar Hypermanic-NOS with OCD and sociopathic symptomology ontop of PTSD) my fiance' (the dancer) left me. In 1998 after a protracted battle I was forced onto the Temporary Duty Retired List.

In 2000 after numerous hospitalizations I was forced into medical retirement.

In May 2001 I mysteriously had a stroke while driving home from a late night RP session. I drove three more miles to a phone.

I wasn't able to move, poop, or talk. I'm 80% recovered in 2004. Something weird happened though as I lay in the hospital.

I was visited by friends and family but -- this the kicker -- God's presence kept me from freaking the hell out.

Lisa Simpson once was quoted quoting someone else who said "Prayer is the last refuge of a scoundrel."

Ask those who know me as Teech, I'm a scoundrel ... but I pray.