Soldiers soldier
lovers love
Peace, tranquillity
come to those that soldier on
with love
Make me not
one
that believes
not in love
Make me a soldier
in that army conquering
hatred, prejudice
giving only
unconditional love.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Nobody tastes
The sweet nectar of love
And
Wants no more.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Hold your hand
Lead
Guide you on your way
The path may be difficult
But you have me beside you
All the way.
See no tragedy
Feel no anger
Taking you on the wrong path
Far, far away
Know I’m here with you
I’ll never leave your side.
And tomorrow
I know
You too, will be here
Next to me
Guiding me on my way
At my side.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
On Fridays, I usually look back two years and revisit something I wrote during this same month. I call it ‘Look Back Friday’
Today, the piece I want to share is a poem I originally wrote for Remembrance Day in November 2018, and first brought back again in 2022. Now, I feel compelled to bring it forward once more and share it with you. . .
I heard the wild goose call
I heard her plaintive tone.
I bowed my head in honour
Of all those left
Left alone.
On the field of war and anger
In the battle
No one wins alone.
I heard the wild goose call
Come
Come bring your brave soldiers home.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
The sun shines bright
Radiating, glowing
with
all it’s might.
Let me not
be standing in the shadows
not feeling
its’ love, warmth, beauty
and
delight.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
No one else
no one will be just the same
cause as you may know
or can see
we’re all unique
never not the same
not the same as
you and me.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Take hold of me
And please hold tight
Protect, guide me
Through the darkest night
Let no harm come to me
Or those I love
This I ask, I ask of you
My sweet love.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
I am a survivor
I survived hatred, anger
things
that made me a victim
I am a survivor
I came through
growing into someone
who understands how it happened
I am a survivor
Only hurt, remorse for those
who inflicted that hatred
that anger
I am a survivor
Have moved forward
built a life full of love, generosity
no hatred, some anger
I am
I am a survivor.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Maybe tomorrow
Maybe
Another day
Maybe it’ll feel like forever
In the way you feel
Today.
But
Your end will come
In a moment
Or
It may have come
Yesterday.
Your purpose, your mission
Is
To live each moment
Each day
With joy and happiness.
So
When you close your eyes
For forever
You’ll smile
And
You’ll say
“That was fun
That was, a good day!”
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Terrible things have happened
Terrible things
Terrible things live
Exist.
We must live
Trying
Not to harbour
But
Eliminate
Those terrible things.
Not hear, feel
Allow
Those awful
Awful
Terrible things.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
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