See the words on the page
Bring them out from where they lie
Sing their lovely, lilting song
As you gently nudge to where they belong.
See words filled with wondrous thoughts
No sadness or hateful things
Just beauty radiating, singing
Now and into spring.
Bring these words to the page
Let them shout, sing their happiness
Here and all about
These beauty words you’re bringing out.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
We must remember with hearts filled
With emotion seeing the way
Those who fought for freedom
On this very day.
Somber moments seeking the truth
Listening heartbeats showing the route.
You battled in cold, fought in the dark
Never once saying no more, so far.
Onward, forward you did advance
Not thinking or fearing any consequence.
Battles are fought, some never won
But moments of glory reign
Showing the courage
Of our daughters, our sons.
Hold that courage proudly
You stood in the moment
You wear the battle scar.
All I can do is salute and give honour to
The brave soldier you are.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Burr it’s cold
Burr what’s next
To unfold?
Wind is blowing
Leaves are gone
Flocks of geese
Not to be found.
Winter today could unfold
Cause burr, burr
It’s really cold.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
What happened to tomorrow
When did it become yesterday?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Dark and foreboding
The light does not shine
Muddy tracks are erased
In the water running past.
Grasp the heartbeat make it last
Not lost in the dismal, tragic past
For we are here and must trust
It will, forever last.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Frost crunches beneath my feet
Sodden leaves weep and weep
Fall has come bare bones are cold
The sun shines but no warmth
In this season’s end
I behold.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
A candle is lit
Here in my heart
For me and those
Soon to depart.
No heartache will dismiss
My loving wish that
Together we’d stay
Forever and ever
In this precious day.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Pressure
Too much to measure
Dwelling in the afterbin of heartache
Feeling the pressure.
Want to release
Want it to be deceased
This pressure,
Too much pressure.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Imagine
Today is your last day.
What would you say?
Where would you go?
What would you see?
Would it be beauty
Or misery?
I don’t know
Can’t see
But hope I’d make it
The best day to last me
An eternity.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Pachyderms heading south
Heading out
In a truck equipped
No doubt
With everything needed
To trek down south.
Bon Voyage!
Heading out
Not having to walk
Way down south to
A sanctuary
Heaven on earth I have
No doubt.
Too cold here
Should wear mittens
On your snout
Heading south
Yes, Pachyderms
Are heading out.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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