Last day of a time gone thru
When everything’s done
Came back lived by me, by you.
Looking forward to days ahead
Not back at neither sorrow or dread
Only joy, “Remember it” she said.
Bring it forward to this New Year
Live it to the fullest
With much good cheer!
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Sitting down
To think of something
Intelligently bright and just right
For the discussion I’m having
With myself tonight.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson ~ 2014
Sacrifice needs not to be
Nor neither give in
No
This is not your destiny.
Abuse no one in your passage
Just
Proud, strong and kind
These are what is needed
In all of human kind.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Have you seen optimistic?
Where, oh where could she be?
At one time she was here
Right beside of me.
She kept me company
Laughed and made me see
The happy, caring way
Just what I need.
But yesterday
She left, she left me
Have you seen optimistic?
If you do, please tell me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Can I venture to the past?
Relax and enjoy things seen
Fix what wasn’t right
Move forward
To this time I live in now
Confident
My heart will no longer hunger
For what has been and passed.
Can I?
Dare I venture to the past?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Why not try to understand
All the confusion swirling round
Like a crazy marching band.
Don’t know where, don’t know why
But somehow I need to cry
Release the hurt, set free the sigh.
Move beyond the crazies
Then maybe, maybe
Understand the reason why.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
A robin wings her way south
Buffeting winds
That may drive her off course
Today undaunted
She stays focused on her way
Though wind, rain and snow
She goes to the place
Where the sun glows heat
And where she stays
Til its time once again
To fly north
With all her family and friends.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Snow has fallen
Blanket soft and white
Caressing slumber
In a quiet night.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Golden leaves swaying
On a November breeze
Floating, cascading down
Landing on soon to be
Frozen, winter ground.
Woods are silent, hushed, listening
To the still quiet as a hunter lurks
Waiting to kill in the midst
Of golden leaves falling, raining down
Upon barren, dying ground.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Dear sweet spirit take control
Guide my hand, my heart
And please my soul.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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