Being sensible
is sometimes a gift
no heartfelt intuition
can make the necessary shift
relying on the ego
memorizing the words
doesn’t help
for being sensible
just sometimes
is a gift.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Archive for the ‘My Musings’ Category
Being Sensible
February 3, 2020
The World Spins
January 27, 2020
The world spins
revolves around
taking lives on a journey
the world beyond.
Grass grows, birds fly
rain drops
and sometimes
lovers must say goodbye.
The world is ours
We make it what we can
happy or sad, we live our lives
as the world revolves round
once again.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
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Why?
January 24, 2020
Why have I been brought to this spot?
Why do I live and exist while others have not?
Where will I go?
Who will I see?
Just what will become of me?
The answers not told at least not to me
But then if I knew
What would I do?
With that which is laid out for me?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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Feeling The Weight
December 18, 2019
Feeling the weight holding me down
Struggling, fighting against a strength
That all I can say, astounds.
Maybe tomorrow the way will be light
Maybe then I won’t be feeling
This heavy weight I’m feeling tonight.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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Would You Be Mine?
December 3, 2019
Would you be mine
til the end of time?
Would you hold me close
taking no notice of how long a time?
Would you love me more than
Julius to Cleopatra or just as much
if not more?
Would the sweet scent of love
fill your nostrils evermore?
Leaving nothing else
to take your breath away?
Cause my love
I will love you forever
Ever, in this way.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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Feeling The Anger, The Pain
November 27, 2019
Feeling the anger, the pain
Of not being the answer
To what drains the life
From my world, my heart, my family
All that encompasses
Contains.
Could it be tomorrow
When things change, answers answered
The world full of laughter, families together
And nothing, no feeling
That everything is circling
A filthy, dirty drain.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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Maybe Together
November 22, 2019In these times of strife, anger, hatred and racism, maybe, maybe this is the answer.
– Bruce Adams/Daily Mail
Maybe together
We can master the stage
We’ve been put upon.
Maybe Together
We can find true love
And lasting memories
To call upon.
Maybe Together
We’ll reach out and find
The place, the kind that’ll propel us
To the next human sweetness
Human kind.
Together forever
Maybe together
We’ll find.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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Everyday I See Something
November 13, 2019
Everyday I see something
That resembles twelve
Part of nature, earth, sky
The clouds.
Breathing in, breathing out
Spectacular
as I turn
Whirl about.
Maybe tomorrow
I’ll understand, take it all in
Then tell the rest of the world
What it’s all about.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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Ghosts And Goblins
October 31, 2019
Ghosts and goblins
Race and run
Trick or treating
Oh, such fun.
Tomorrow they’ll be
Just too full
From eating many
Many tasty treats.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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Terrible Are The Times
October 22, 2019
Terrible are the times
Foresaken
In front of me
Married to the anguish
Instilled, harboured
Within my history.
When it is vanquished
Laid to rest
Then and only then
Will living really begin
And loving be
The best.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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