Archive for the ‘My Musings’ Category
March 19, 2014
Sometimes I let it go
Sometimes I don’t give it a second thought.
Sometimes I wonder what happened?
What changed your mind and erased your loving heart?
Once I was all you knew
No one else you gave a second thought.
Now indifference clouds the view
Sarcasm is the voice heard a lot
No more gentle caress, no more loving thoughts.
Didn’t happen over night
It seeped in thru empty, shallow thoughts
Taking a awful tole on our gentle, loving hearts.
Sometime turn around look back down your path
See me standing all alone, looking back.
Loving as much as I did then
In the gentle, loving days
Before the empty, shallow thoughts.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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March 17, 2014
St. Paddy’s Day
A custom from a land far away
Brought here by those coming
To make a new life in a new land
But bringing too a piece of the old homeland.
St. Paddy’s Day
Isn’t it grand to celebrate it
Across the world, across the land.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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March 12, 2014
Snow blows a crisp cold white
Deafening on this spring morning night
Flying by with a unrepentive no melting cry
Once again covering all going deep down inside.
Some will die in this cold white mess
As snow hungers to hold a grip
Til no life stirs beneath its icy depth
Breeding death, anger and remorse
Snow blows, snow blows
Making life full of needless stress.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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March 11, 2014
Optimistic with the present
Couldn’t have foretold the past
But getting by it all together
At last, at last.
The calendar tells the date
The clock tells the time
My heart knows it ain’t
The day nor time that’ll get me
To that perfect present spot
In my time.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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March 5, 2014
Oh Teddy Bear Green what have you seen?
The ups and downs, the lows, the highs.
Oh Teddy Bear Green what has become
Of the love we knew when we were young?
Oh Teddy Bear Green I held you close
You held my heart.
Oh Teddy Bear Green my secrets told
To your listening ways
Not a peep was said no trust betrayed.
Oh Teddy Bear Green
When I fell you cushioned me
When I feared you stood between.
Oh Teddy Bear Green you comforted me
When no one else seemed to care
You helped me, you’ve always been there.
Oh Teddy Bear Green have I become
The one you saw and guided me to be?
Oh Teddy Bear Green what secrets are kept
Beneath that loving Teddy Bear?
Oh Teddy Bear Green
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Posted in My Musings, Poetry | Tagged green, held my heart, held you close, highs, listening, love we knew, lows, Oh Teddy Bear Green, secrets told, Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear Green, trust betrayed, ups and downs, when we were young | 1 Comment »
February 28, 2014
I saw God today
He came in such a mysterious way
No bolts of lighting, no angels swayed
Just God
I saw God today.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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February 27, 2014
Coldness, blizzard, freezing snow
Never ending this I know.
Have to ask will it ever end
This coldness, blizzard, freezing snow?
Where to go?
Where is warm with blazing sun?
No coldness, blizzard, freezing snow.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Posted in My Musings, Poetry | Tagged blazing sun, blizzard, coldness, freezing snow, never ending, Patrice, Patrice Clarkson, snow, warm | 3 Comments »
February 25, 2014
Let my memories resound
Falling softly to the ground
Let them lie peaceful
No crying sound.
My bad memories let them die
Leaving memories loving
Ones remembered now and forever
As my memories resound
Falling softly to the ground.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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February 24, 2014
Gold and Silver reign
You have sacrificed so much
To stand on the podium
This momentous day.
Power, strength and fortitude
Along with dreams of magnitude
Made come true
The Gold and Silver reign today.
Stars in every way
You have done the work
You’ve earned the right
To hold Gold and Silver
Close to your heart tonight.
~ Patrice
Congratulations to All competitors in the Sochi 2014 Winter Olympics
AMAZING JOB, AMAZING TIME!!!
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Posted in My Musings, Poetry | Tagged bronze, dreams of magnitude, earned the right, fortitude, gold and silver, Gold and Silver reign, made come true, on the podium, Patrice, Patrice Clarkson, power, sacrificed, star today, strength, tonight, your heart | Leave a Comment »
February 20, 2014
– Written for Joe and Dena in hope of helping them with their loss –
Gentle eyes that cry
No more
A powerful heart beats
No more
Caressing a muzzle soft
No more
A courageous soul lost
To soar up to heaven
Not here with me
No more
How I did adore
No more
A life lived in greatness
Now
No more, no more.
~ Patrice
– Rest in peace and loving love dear Djack –
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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