Eventually
All will come to an end
Eventually
All the steel girders will bend
Eventually
Every season will thrive and die
Eventually
The answers you sought will make you cry
Eventually
The happiness foretold you won’t deny
Eventually
All will be all you have
Eventually.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
I’m not sure what I’ll write
Something about yesterday
Maybe something
That will occur tonight.
No rules in place
No sayings to follow
Just hear that soft voice speak
And my writing, my words
They follow.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Let me hear
My silent soul speak.
Let me hear
Her words of wisdom
That I alone can teach.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Have I
Heard the meaning
Of the words you say?
Have I
Taken them and made
A good and happy day?
Have I
Held the arms that scold
Finding goodness in every way?
Have I
Ignored harshness that hides
True feelings in their own way?
I have
I have today.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
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
The good women in my life
The ones who made me see and live this life
Ones that sacrificed
Made the way, laughed
Cried, died.
I salute you
Glad to have known and learnt from you
The women
The good women who made me
The woman I came to be in this my life.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Hoping, looking
For a breathing space
To be in harmony
Living life as I know
I can and should be.
Trust me, trust you
Trusting the world
To be what I need
What I’m looking for
And that I seek.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Sweet dreams come slowly
Quietly moving thru
Leaving behind visions
Memories I hold onto
Sometimes vivid
Then maybe vague
They play out active
There inside my head.
I feel I could touch
Hold tight
The figures in sweet dreams
That come to me
In the darkness
And early morning light.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
When I think of things that’ve passed
I wonder
Where they came to live
In what heart do they survive
And will they be known
In the future’s past?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
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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