Procrastination, procrastinating
Get it done now
– maybe
Guilty, guilty, guilty
See it done later
– maybe
In the meantime
I’m sure
– positive
I’m not lazy
Just don’t want to do it now
– too busy
If I put it off
I’ll always have something to do
– crazy
Procrastination, procrastinating
See it done later
– maybe.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
You didn’t see the things
I saw
Nor did you feel the feelings
That I felt.
Still in my mind
I know
You know what I saw
What I felt.
And you alone will bring me
To the place
A place
I’ve always sought.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
My Deepest Sympathies to the families, friends
All who know victims in yesterday’s horrific tragedy
My prayers go out to you
To the ones whose lives were brutally cut short
Those injured
For no reason.
No sane reason.
You are in my thoughts, my words, my prayers and my heart. ❤
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Pathetic and sad
He goes forth
The essence of bad.
No one curtails
No one dare tell
The evil one
He is going to wither
In hell.
He doesn’t know
It doesn’t have to be so
He could be happy
And glad.
All that’s required
Is to be open, generous
Considerate and mostly
Not angry, bitter
Or sad.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Trying to make
All my work complete
Make things tidy
Tidy and neat
Exhaustive work
Mental trying times
When and where
Did I get so much
So much to do
In so little time?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Every morning I open my book
Writing
The words given to me.
Every morning I think about living
Life
Free with courtesy.
Every morning I see
A different morning
One
I make it to be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
For absolutely no reason
I’m sent to the past
Made to remember things
I’d rather pass.
For no reason
They breathe life again
Making me remember
All over again and again.
The outcome is no different
The end is the same
For absolutely no reason
I remember again.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
No words to say on this terrible, terrible day
My heart, my thoughts are with you
Those who have lost so much.
Remember their laugh, their jokes
Their expertise in playing hockey
Winning, skating, scoring
Checking, hat trick touch
They did it all.
They stand with you still
Holding up, holding close
You, their folks.
Til you too can come
To their fantastic playoff game.
You’ll watch them score
No heartache anymore
A team unsurpassed
Watch them play
Winning in your hearts today
A love you’ll never lose
No more.
~ Patrice
My prayers are with you the family, friends, those who knew the ones on the Humboldt Bronco bus, whose lives were tragically cut short on Friday.
May they rest in peace and love. ❤
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
It fell from the sky
Crashed to the earth
A spaceship from somewhere
Maybe the past
Resting now
In a soft bank of snow.
Who knows who they are?
Where they’ve been
And where they’re yet to go
Now impaled
Stuck in the snow.
Will they go in reverse
Back to the sky
Disappearing from earth
In the dark of the night?
Going forth to the future
In a blaze of hot light?
Then again
They could melt into the snow
Part of the crowd, no one to know
Not born or raised here on earth
But from a place we don’t know.
There are those who’ll say
“It’s an icicle deep in the snow
Fell from the eavestrough
Succumbed to gravity’s pull”.
As for me, I just don’t know.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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