Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category

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Struggling

January 4, 2017

Golden in Trouble ~ Illustration by Patrice for Dogs In Canada Magazine

Struggling with the absurb
Making no allowances
For the ones that deny.

Moving forward with assurance
Knowing only right
Can prevail.

Nothing is for nothing
Wondering what it is
That keeps me out of hell.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2017

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Beginning A New Year

January 3, 2017

Rodeo Rider ~ Photo by Patrice

Beginning a new year
A new day
Leaving all that’s bad
In yesterday.

Bringing with me
Only love and joy
Created there
In my yesterday.
~ Patrice  

© Patrice Clarkson – 2017

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I Don’t Know

December 21, 2016

Palm Tress in the Sunset ~Photo by Patrice

 

 

 

 

I don’t know
Nor will I be
Entrenched in anything
Filled with misery
I won’t call
Weep or wail
Sad words
They won’t prevail.

Marching on
Marching forward
Taking positive
Shielding my soul
From all
Nothing more
Than
A coward.

See that light
Feel it fill the sky
Warm my heart
Pour radiance
Throughout the world
Bring glad tears
Healing
To my eyes.
~ Patrice

 

 

 

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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The Reason

December 20, 2016

Squirrel reaching bird-feeder ~ Photo by Patrice

When I hear your reason
See your reason why
Then it may answer
All the questions I know
I thought were seasoned lies.

No one can tell me
The answer
Nor
Will they look me
In the eye.

I just have to ponder
The reasoning beneath all
That clutters
Clouds the reason
The reason why.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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There Was A Time When We Were Old

December 16, 2016

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Old Farm ~ photo by Patrice

There was a time when we were old
We’d laugh and cry as life did unfold
No remorse for things gone by
Only clamour for a sweet
Haunting lullaby.

Ancient wrinkles on a child’s face
Laughing, crying filled with grace
No honour lost, no rushing pace
No deadline met, only loving grace
Masking love on a loving face.

In a time gone by we may have met
Laughed and cried, no heartache wept
What a wondrous thing
When we were young and therefore old
In a time when we spun together
Treasures made of gold.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

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Love Joy And Gratitude

December 14, 2016

Wooden Butterfly ~ Photo by Patrice

As I look around
My heart, my soul
Do abound with love
Joy and gratitude
For things lost then
Brought back in magnitude.

 No one hears or feels
The same thing
In the same way
For thoughts are lost
With no beating heart
To bring them back.

Only feel them
Touch the soul
Giving, sharing
Making one whole
With love
Joy and gratitude.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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Sincerely Loving

December 12, 2016

Costa Rican Calm ~ Photo by Patrice

Sincerely loving every moment
Everyday
Nothing happens by instance
It happens to pave the way.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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I Didn’t Draw, I Wouldn’t Paint

December 9, 2016

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Safe and Strong ~ illustration by Patrice

I didn’t draw, I wouldn’t paint
Little love, lots of hate
Time stood still
And seemed to crawl
No one knew
What could or would be all.

Focused on the wrong thing then
Didn’t know what was up
Or around the bend.
Hardship was a constant friend
Little laughter to ease my way
Just disaster each turn I made.

Then they came and held me up
Turned me round to see the light
Not just of love
But a grandeur life
Stroked my soul, made things right
This they did for me one night.

They stood behind, smiled and laughed
No judgement made in this my craft
What took so long?
You might ask
But only those who know
Can answer that.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

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I’m Still Here

December 7, 2016

My Family ~ unknown photographer

I may no longer
Be firmly in your presence
I may be a memory now
Only a thought
A time in your life.

But I’m still here
In that thought
or a glint in your eye
A soft word spoken
To show, to guide.

No longer can I caress
With a hand you can see
But I’m here
Feel my breath as the breeze
Blows gently
That’s me.

Hear my heart
Now silent beat
When you see
A beautiful flower
A tree bend in the wind
Hear me.

No sad words need to be said
Over top of the berth
I now call my bed
For I have gone
To a place full of grace.

Kindness, radiant
Loving light fill this world
I’m now in
Gentle ones share, care
They hold me in.

Please don’t despair
Because I’m no longer there
In a form you’ve known
For I’m here
I’m still here.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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The Idea Came

December 5, 2016

Art Student ~ Photo by Patrice

The idea came
Staying maybe for a day
Not a word was said
Just everything conveyed
On a thread of thought
Streaming thru my head
Ending in my heart.

No word was spoken
No lips moved
Instead an idea alone
Placed its thoughts
Quietly in my mind
In my head
And forever in my heart.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016