Sitting down to write my life
Hear it flow from start
Thru heartache, pressures
And some strife
Coming out full of joy
Learning, seeing warmth glow
Radiating with sweet love.
Can this, could this be my life?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Let me settle down
My anger now is very, very profound.
You took a life, meant nothing to you
Just something in your way
With a swipe, you took a life away
Didn’t miss a stride nor did your heart skip a beat
You went on like nothing bad marked your soul
Or was there blood on your saintly hands
You smiled, laughed, no trace upon your angelic face
Of the death someone has to face
A death you caused, you alone.
It may have been just a little creature
Living life in the space you called your own
You crushed the breath from that creature’s chest
You ground your shoe in the sand
Leaving no trace of a life
That may have been so grand.
Life is precious
Intertwined with all we see
Combined to grow, prosper alongside one another
Whether we walk, run, leap or crawl
You’re not alone nor can you make it alone
Don’t kill those whose heart sings a different beat
Instead remember
We need one another in this life we been shown.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Turquoise blue
Saintly, much like you
Deep, mysterious
Basking in sunshine
Mists of blue.
No heartache, only passion
Focused on dreams
Stories, mostly about you
Turquoise in colour
Shades of blue.
Nothing I see
Nothing I do
Will make the colour
Like your colour
Turquoise blue.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Gone for a day, maybe a week
Whatever it takes to focus, to seek
A gentle mind in this life I’m living.
So you be careful, you be kind
We’ll talk when I’m back
In poetry, in rhyme.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Never known where I belong
Seems to me my whole family
Is just wrong.
Why? Why?
Neither does my love’s
Seem willing to embrace
Me strong.
Why? Why?
I don’t know where I belong
Wherever I go
The same seems to apply.
Why? Why?
Am I from another earth?
Do I belong in a time
Gone by?
Can’t say
Don’t know what’s wrong.
Or should I just understand
The world belongs to those
That accept different as they are
Part of the woven web
Is what we are.
We belong, we belong
I now know where it is I belong.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Good beginnings
Caress the past
Moving forward
Beyond the last
Making new ones
As they come to be.
No one knows
Just what’s in store
Only that the way
Is open and
Pulls us through
Here to this day.
Showing
Another time
Beginning now today
But always, always
Starting yesterday.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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
Did I tell you
Everything?
Did I say
Everything?
My heart knows no bounds
That it’ll go to give you
Everything.
I’ll cherish our relationship
Knowing it means
Everything.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Snow soft and white
Piling up
Has been all night.
Quietly falling
Covering
Blanketing all that shows.
The sun will rise
Shining bright
On snow covered fields
Blessed
With a insulating layer of white.
~ 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
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