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October 31, 2019
Ghosts and goblins
Race and run
Trick or treating
Oh, such fun.
Tomorrow they’ll be
Just too full
From eating many
Many tasty treats.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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October 30, 2019
I know why I’m here
Know the world spins and turns
I know sadness and grief
And
I know great joy and ecstasy.
Yes
I know what it means
To be in this world
And part of everything.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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October 28, 2019
Leaves falling
Cascading down
Onto dying, cold
Hard ground.
Life begins
Lives
Then passes away.
That is how life lives
From the beginning
Now
And in all
The coming days.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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October 25, 2019
Patrice’s Art & Poetry Blog
When the sorcerer comes to town
The earth will stop and rotate back around
No friendly comment can expose
A sneaky agenda found beneath the folds
Then and only then will laughter stop a train
Heartache be nothing and nothing to blame
When the sorcerer comes to town
Will you be here or over there?
Will I stand tall or fade to fair?
Will trees bend dropping leaves
Upon the ground
Or reach up scratching heaven’s sky?
Don’t know but I will tell you why
When the sorcerer comes to town.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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October 24, 2019
I fear my heart will sink
Deep beneath all those things
That
Run my world
Bringing morning sun
And everything.
Then
Will I still be able
To laugh, cry and see
Moon beams streaming
Love
Filled with ecstasy?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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October 23, 2019
When I hear your heart
Go
Tic toc, tic toc
I’ll send you love
I’ll forget you not.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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October 22, 2019
Terrible are the times
Foresaken
In front of me
Married to the anguish
Instilled, harboured
Within my history.
When it is vanquished
Laid to rest
Then and only then
Will living really begin
And loving be
The best.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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October 17, 2019
Hidden deep inside my life
Is the secret to all
I need to prosper, to survive.
Still and silent I will wait
For the answers coming
Holding all before me.
Catch them
See them
Before they dissipate.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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October 16, 2019
Melancholy raining, dripping down
No obvious reason can be found
Spreading cross the quiet landscape
Resting briefly on a innocent face
Then running down
On tears of those lost, wandering round.
Maybe someday a bright sun will shine
Dark, foreboding clouds pass
Dissipate and show guiding lights
Til then only melancholy
Can be found
Reigning so profound.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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October 15, 2019
My Fortune I suppose
Is in my hands
The coming and going
Of goodness, happiness
Is in my command.
No soaked coat
Laden with anger
Can cover me
Or make my way
A forsaken land.
I will, I can
See my fortune ahead
Waiting
Waiting to take my hand.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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Patrice’s Art & Poetry Blog 
When The Sorcerer Comes To Town
October 25, 2019When the sorcerer comes to town
The earth will stop and rotate back around
No friendly comment can expose
A sneaky agenda found beneath the folds
Then and only then will laughter stop a train
Heartache be nothing and nothing to blame
When the sorcerer comes to town
Will you be here or over there?
Will I stand tall or fade to fair?
Will trees bend dropping leaves
Upon the ground
Or reach up scratching heaven’s sky?
Don’t know but I will tell you why
When the sorcerer comes to town.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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