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I began writing at age 18 and I remember that the experience was terrific because it was like continuing high school English, one of my favorite subjects.  I read a lot of Old English poetry then.  Dawn of a Beautiful Day was my first poem written when I was 18.


We know B9PATRIC (Patricia) on AOL as well as her soul mate Marcoosh2 (Mark) as they have been a regulars in the Late Night Poets Chat for quite some time. Patricia first discovered the room by invite and thinks it is marvelous. She feels that the LNP Poets are really smart and sociable-friendly. Although she has not been formally published as of yet but hopes to be sometime in the future.  

The most valuable experience Pat has had in LNP Chat was winning the Pot O’ Gold from the Limerick Contest as well as LNP’s Best of The Best Contest !!


You can read her poetry at: 



Late NightPoets


Pats Artwork



Get to know our spotlight poet by reading our LNP Spotlight Profile Below~!


Name: Patricia Burke


Where do you live: Massachusetts


Screen Name: B9PATRIC


Origin of S/N: given by AOL 


How long on-line 10 years 


How long in LNP 6 months  


Age:  64  


Education: Degree in studio art from Middlesex Community College 


Few People know that you are interested in: medicine


Favorite Author: Stuart Woods


Favorite Book: New York Dead


Top  interests / hobbies outside of poetry


1) Drawing


2) Painting


3) Collage

4) Reading

Favorite Sports/Teams: Boston Red sox 

Favorite Music/Band: Susan Boyle 

Favorite Movie: Flashdance

Favorite Foods: Lobster, pizza, Chinese food 


Favorite Poet:  Robert Frost 

Favorite Poem:  

 A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning


As virtuous men pass mildly away,

   And whisper to their souls to go,

Whilst some of their sad friends do say

   The breath goes now, and some say, No:

So let us melt, and make no noise,

   No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move;

‘Twere profanation of our joys

   To tell the laity our love.

Moving of th’ earth brings harms and fears,

   Men reckon what it did, and meant;

But trepidation of the spheres,

   Though greater far, is innocent.

Dull sublunary lovers’ love

   (Whose soul is sense) cannot admit

Absence, because it doth remove

   Those things which elemented it.

But we by a love so much refined,

   That our selves know not what it is,

Inter-assured of the mind,

   Care less, eyes, lips, and hands to miss.

Our two souls therefore, which are one,

   Though I must go, endure not yet

A breach, but an expansion,

   Like gold to airy thinness beat.

If they be two, they are two so

   As stiff twin compasses are two;

Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show

   To move, but doth, if the other do.

And though it in the center sit,

   Yet when the other far doth roam,

It leans and hearkens after it,

   And grows erect, as that comes home.

Such wilt thou be to me, who must,

   Like th’ other foot, obliquely run;

Thy firmness makes my circle just,

   And makes me end where I begun.

If you could meet any poet, who would it be?  
I would like to meet Robert Frost (on the other side)

What made you choose that poet? 
His imagery is so relaxing.

Current Projects: Quit Smoking…Find my muse. 

Favorite Quote:
“Ask not what your country can do for you
Ask what you can do for your country”


I had the occasion to meet Allen Ginsberg. I was working at the Whistler House Museum of Art and we had had an exhibit of his photographs. There were some photographs of him and his other literary friends. Actually I got to hang the whole exhibit. It was an experience I never will forget. The line going into the museum went all the way down the block. I didn’t get to see much of him because I was working at selling his books. But I did have the chance to meet him briefly. Nobody ever knew but I cut my finger while framing and accidentally got blood on one of the photos. Sorry about that Allen.