Friday the 13th
Is fun, nothing bad
Just a happening in Dover
Where thousands meet
To stare at Harleys
In the street.
No one notices palm trees
Embedded in the sand
Only the massive rumble roar
As another bike rides in.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
I forgot
What day this was
I forget if a saddened sun shone
I forget what I had for lunch.
But
I didn’t forget the thousands that did die
I didn’t forget those that did get out alive
I haven’t forgot you helped those survive.
I can not forget the clouds of smoke
Rising ash, people stunned, sirens wailing
Unholy hell reigning
It seemed to last I have not forgot.
I can not forget
A silence as planes flew into concrete
Smashing trust, crushing hopes
This I won’t and have not forgot.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
A home is a home
No matter where you reside
A home is a home
No matter the size.
A home is where we go
And we share
All that’s important
And shows we do care.
A home is a home
And where we come
To be secure surrounded
With all we love.
Be it with our child
Our brothers, our sisters
Our father, our spouse
Or mother
A home is a home.
No matter where
We roam or stay
A home is still home
When we nestle in
And love one another.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Sometimes sadness falls
So far
Desperately need not
Feel that scar
Sadness
Melancholy breeding
Gaining ground.
Spreading out
Seeping deep
Within the psychic far
Oh so far around.
Trembling lips reach out
Grabbing, holding on
No hollow
Shallow victory
But a life
Maybe gone.
Tears stream down
Wanting, wailing cheeks
Splattering near
And on hardened ground
No soft tender place 
To be found.
Hold yourself together
Hold yourself
Up to the light
For even if sadness falls
Make it you who decides
On which kind
A loving
Or hardened ground.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
The beauty of a sunset
Filtered sun falling thru
The splendour of the sea
Nothing can impress
Like the world around of me.
No one will see the ugly
No one can forsaken me
For in my opinion
My heart is an untold wonder story
That I’m settling down to read.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Some days are better
No matter the weather
So, make this day better
Than all of yesterday’s best.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Mist rises from a land
Wet with prosperity
Vibrant green leads the way
On a day full
Of joy and loyalty.
This is my day all the way
Nothing will stop me
From being that person
The land, wind and rain
Will make me.
Mist rises and I see
What I need in a land vibrant
Filled with prosperity
This will lead me
Complete me, making me that
What I need to be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
My pen writes what I say
My pen never questions
The words I put down.
Anyone can use
My pen
It doesn’t care but writes
What the fingers share.
My pen
Follows along
Putting down the thoughts
Without it the words would
Be long, long gone.
My pen
Is always there
Then its done
And I get another one
My pen.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
A massasauga rattler lazing on my deck
Not supposed to be here but here she is
I know, I don’t suspect.
My rottie drew my attention to
A massasauga rattler there upon my deck
Hissing and rattling
Don’t mess with her — you bet!
Is this a massasauga rattler sleeping on my deck?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Sadness day yesterday
Nothing wrong just felt
An overwhelming sad song
Playing havoc in my head
All day long.
Weeping, sleep could not keep
Me from that wrong song
All I could hear was that
Overwhelming sad song
Playing, weeping in my heart
Throughout the day
All day long.
Maybe today that song
That sad song
Will be forever gone
All day long.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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