Patrick Ward Stanhope

An example of Pat´s poetry. ...wearing beandip lipstick and fishhook earrings. She think she would make a great anglers fold out, and must have been kidding when she told us she still considers a career in a convent

Pat´s creative descriptions create vivid pictures in my mind.... Sweat stains on a Stetson. on the white sands of your imagination. As the snow melted like vigil candles and the wind leaned in from the south.

Pieces of Pat´s poetry Elms and oaks were knocked to the ground and rain pounded the geraniums senseless Marti

Pat was a real talent with a gift for language, a keen eye and a giant heart and soul. I hope he didn´t feel his talent was ignored though I myself am guilty of only now appreciating it. I´m sorry for his loss.

Pat leaves behind his talent of poetry in his books, BLUE METRO and WRECK ON THE PRARIE.

The author, Jim Villanueva, Pig Iron Press, wrote this about Pat´s poetry, "His compositions are full of raw locomotion and spontaneous combustion." I cherish his poetry.

Adrian C. Lois, author of FIRE WATER WORLD, wrote this about Pat´s poetry, "His poems flow down smoothly like fine aged wine, but hit the stomach like hundred proof vodka."

Pat´s poetry speaks of the wind in many stanzas. I will always think of him when the wind blows.

Poet, comedian journalist and a discerning voice that made a difference in other people´s life. What a guy! What a loss! RIP Pat.