Archive for the ‘My Musings’ Category

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Olympic Gold

February 12, 2014

Olympic Gold
Gives wealth in all things to behold.

 In the journey to compete
The soul finds inside things that are best to keep
Power, strength and fortitude
Unbelievable, bigger than all magnitude
Along with sharing, caring, you will succeed
Receiving Gold
Either on the hill or in all that you seek.

That’s a winning goal nothing less than
Olympic Gold.
~ Patrice

Justin Wadsworth jumped to the aid of a Russian skier labouring to finish the men’s sprint race Tuesday on a broken ski. ~ article by Sports Columnist, Cathal Kelly.

Justin Wadsworth jumped to the aid of a Russian skier labouring to finish the men’s sprint race on a broken ski. ~ By Sports Columnist, Cathal Kelly.

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

 

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Struggling, Churning Round

February 10, 2014

Travel thru life ~ Photo by Patrice

Struggling, churning round
Don’t know where there is safe ground.

Grasping, holding tight
Fighting to see some kind of light.

Struggling
Struggling, churning round.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

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Snow Falling Down Song

February 5, 2014

Snow Storm ~ Photo by Patrice

Snow falling down as we once again sing
That snow falling song.

It goes on and on
No end to the cold winter song
All about more snow falling
Coming down.

We’d sacrifice to have no more ice
Oh God, that would be nice!
Or freezing rain clogging
Icing over the runoff drain.

Think we’ve had enough
But that’s not up to us
So better grab a snow shovel
Clear the winter rubble
Singing the never ending
Snow falling song.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

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Lost In Thoughts Of Blooms In Spring

February 3, 2014

Lost in thoughts of blooms in spring
Wishing, hoping soon will be spring
Not sad to let winter go
So glad to be getting pass the cold.

The blooms in spring are what
I’m waiting, wishing for
While here, in the depths
Of frigid, winter cold and snow.
~ Patrice

Spring Spirea ~ Photo by Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

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Sitting Here Thinking

January 31, 2014

Model T on the hill ~ Photo by Patrice

Sitting here thinking
About what my day may be all about
Hoping for no pressure, just fun, laughter
You know what thats about.

Hoping my heart will grow with love
While my sorrows just ebb away
No tremendous thud
Yes, I could learn to love
What that is all about.

Just sitting here thinking
Thinking what my day
Is going to be all about.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

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Why Didn’t I Think

January 29, 2014

Golden in Trouble ~ Illustration by Patrice for Dogs In Canada Magazine

Why didn’t I think
This five minutes ago?

Maybe then I’d be standing
On the threshold all dressed in gold
Instead of shivering
Sinking in this wretched hole.

Didn’t think
This is how it would go
Just didn’t think
Five minutes ago.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

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So What Is It That’s So Important?

January 22, 2014

So what is it that’s so important?
What makes you strive to be the one you want to be?
The one you need to be?
Is your goal, your need empty?
Or do you fill it with promise?

Does it matter?

Your goal, your life needs to be
It is important
It does matter
It is not empty but filled to the brim with promise
Must be strived for
You can be the one you need to be.

That is important.
~ Patrice

Lucy ~ Watercolour by Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

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I’m Not The Girl

January 20, 2014

Photo by Mom and DadI’m not the girl
I use to be
Time has passed
All that now is history.

Gladness, sadness
Whatever used to be
Carries me thru
On to my destiny.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

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My Friend John

January 15, 2014

John and Carol

My friend John
His life on earth is no more.

But I remember like just yesterday
All the things he did for me
Not looking for any repay.

Along with his wife Carol
Gave me strength
When I felt so hollow.

When I couldn’t stand
They held me up.

When I couldn’t walk
They carried me through.

When I couldn’t smile
They made me see
The joy
The treasure life can be.

When my heart was cracked
And wouldn’t mend
They sealed the breaks
With love again.

And then
When out of a house
No where to live
They gave me shelter
A home for me
My dogs and cats to live.

When I needed a car
To take me on my travels
John made the deal
By pretending
To be my father.

No returns
Did either ever request
Just loving
Sharing and respect.

Never got to say
How much it meant til today
Now I do request
That you Carol, know
I will be forever in your debt.

John please save a place
At that table
Where you sit with your friends
Smiling happily, full of grace.

My lovely friends
I’ll never forget
The most wondrous man I ever met.
~ Patrice

My sincerest condolences to all that called John
Loving husband, father, brother and dearest friend.  

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

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The Gate Is Open

January 13, 2014

The gate is open
I follow thru
Not alone but with
All that come
To be with you.

The choice is mine
And I follow
Follow the others thru
Following you.

Our salvation we will find
Passing thru
The open gate following
Following you.
~ Patrice

Land of Discovery ~ Photo by Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014