Watching
Things happen at a
Happening
No one knows the road to go
Following
Down a path
Filled
With all sorts of things
Waiting
For the sun to show
Rising
Filled with glamour unsurpassed by
Anything
Yes, I’m watching
Everything.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Hallowed ground rises
Beneath my feet
Spreading joy for all those that seek
A life better than yesterday
As a heart beats just to stay
Here with us in today
Soft, tender feet tread
On gentle ground
Feeling love all around
Making no enemies friend nor foe
Only love
Laughter is what they sow.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
As I sit here thinking
Of what is to be
And been
My mind wanders to things
That have passed, have been.
There are no memories
As strong as those
That I’ve lived
Been part of
Those that have been.
Future dreams that I’ll be living
Won’t be nothing
Won’t be memories til
They’ve passed thru my living
Going into what has been.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Quiet
Quietly moving past eternity
Into depths full of ecstasy.
Pause
Step forth into your realm
Saturated with the crown
Of great things done and to do.
All
All this, this is you.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
I feel a heart beating
Here in my own heart
I feel a sadness blue
I know I’ve lost a time
When I lost
Lost you
Moved on
But every now and then
I think
And that’s when
I find myself
Missing you.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Remember when
The world was small
Worries, cares were nothing
To speak of at all.
No crashing down
Of a market
Not really existing
Not at all.
No change in time
It just moved forward
Regardless of everything
Anything at all.
No mushroom cloud
No toxic smoke
No weeping, wailing
All lost hope.
Those were to come
But when
The world was small
None of that mattered
Not at all.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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
All three in a row
Sitting, resting nowhere to go.
Pleasant and mild
The height of haute style
Sitting, resting
Certainly to be there awhile.
Ah, doesn’t it make you smile.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Terrible times have passed
The sun’s rays warm
And
Bless at last.
Our days will know joy
Tears will dry, our lips smile
For
Terrible times have passed
Gone at last.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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