My Fortune I suppose
Is in my hands
The coming and going
Of goodness, happiness
Is in my command.
No soaked coat
Laden with anger
Can cover me
Or make my way
A forsaken land.
I will, I can
See my fortune ahead
Waiting
Waiting to take my hand.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
The words sit silent
Waiting to take a place
On a page, part of a sentence
A paragraph
Or just fill an empty space.
Never know what they are to be
Where they’re coming from
Placed upon the page
Uttered
From a pulpit
Graced by the shinning sun.
No matter, there they come
No longer waiting
The words have found their purpose
Their place, on a page, a paragraph
A voice
Greeting the morning sun.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
I have found
The world is round
What is done comes back
Comes back around
So don’t make it bad
Don’t make anyone sad
Cause back
It comes back around.
Make it happy
Carefree, filled with joy
Then when it comes back
Comes back around
Your soul will know
Truly
The world is round.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Hummingbird safe on your journey be
Many pleasures I’ve had watching ye
Time has come and I must let it be
Trust your flight south is a safe journey
In the cool fall light you make yourself ready
Ready for that long flight
Flower to flower do you fly
Sharing pollen, drinking til dry
Maybe next summer I’ll see you again
Humming beneath flowering stems
Drinking sweet nectar alongside some bees
Enjoying the warmth and raising a family
Right now though, all I see is a hummingbird
Getting ready for that phenomenal journey
Wishing you safe, wishing you well
Make it there and please, come back as well.
~ Patrice
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So much to say
So little paper to write it
All out
What so many people are laughing
Talking about.
Suffice to say
When I find that scrap of paper
Filed somewhere
Yesterday
I’ll laugh and cry.
Because even then
I know there’s been
So much to say
So little paper to write it
All out.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
9/11 will be seen
As a time of horror
Heartache
And oh, such bravery
When 9/11 angels were sent to heaven
Too much hate
No saving.
Buildings will dissipate
But lives lost or ruined
Will be remembered
Then, now and for decades
The reason lost on most, everyone
Not known why
Most of all by those who died
Really, not understood by anyone.
Life should not be deemed cheap
All life is sacred, revered
That is my belief
Say a prayer, pray for those
Who lost their lives
And those
Who were the reason.
For if we all can see
We must live together
Work together, love together
In peace and tranquillity
Then it will be ours forever
It will forever
Be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
When things calm down and all is quiet
The heart stirs with memories, feelings disquiet.
Hard to conceive what has happened
Hard to believe it is now reality.
Chest heaves, tears fall crying
In a crushing rain no one can believe.
Neither can anyone console
Or take this burdened load from you or me.
Yes, when all things are calm and the world seems quiet
The head, the heart are left feeling painfully disquiet.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
I know you haven’t seen
The world I see
Know you most likely
Don’t really care.
But to me, it’s everything
It’s my world, my life
My very being
I live it everyday
I wake up wondering
What the universe
Will bring me today.
Will I laugh, will I cry
Or just be silent as I watch
This world come
Take me on a journey
You’ll never see
It’s mine
It belongs only, to me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
I don’t want
To talk about bad things to come
Not about people
Who have succumb to treacherous lives
No weeping
Wailing can disguise.
No, I want
To talk about how my heart soars
My voice roars the beauty of things
And the gentle kindness
A good heart brings.
These,
These are the things
I want to hold
These are the things
I want to be told.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Miss you still ❤
My brother has passed away
Leaving a hole
A void so deep that stays.
No laugh, no hearing his chuckle
No ‘Huh?’ accompanying
His incredulous, questioning smile.
No feeding the brown or the black cat
All memories now
No more, no more of that.
Now my brother, sleep quiet, sleep sweet
Rest now my brother for evermore
In heavenly peace.
~ Pat
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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