I think
Think of things
Will they come true
Or will they fall into
An abyss so blue?
When I think like this
I may sometimes cringe
Or sometimes laugh
Cause sometimes
I think
Think of you at last.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category
I Think
April 10, 2017
It’s Cold, It Blows
April 7, 2017
It’s cold, it blows
It doesn’t seem to want
To go away.
It strikes my heart
Piercing all that’s warm
Freezing it today.
No pleading, crying
Can make it melt
Becoming rain on a sunny day.
No, it’s cold
It blows all thoughts
Of lovely spring away.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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Cold, Dark With Swampy Damp
April 6, 2017
Cold, dark with swampy damp
Crusty mould moves over sodden land
No one speaks nor do they roar
Injustice reigns
Gentle loving is no more.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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Ten Thousand Things
April 3, 2017
When I sleep and rest my eyes
My mind she thinks
Ten thousand things
Sometimes waking dragons
And awful, horrible, terrible things
Or she rests in peace
Delving into more magic things
Flying high with no restraints
Unencumbered by earthful ties
She soars, she dares
She climbs the stairs
Into a world
Where there are no cares
There tonight
Maybe I will dwell
No one knows nor can tell
I only hope the night will pass
Giving me in sleep a chance
To dream
Another wondrous
Ten thousand things.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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Another Day Not The Same
March 29, 2017
Another day not the same
A cloud, a veil
Lifted
Now I see my terrain.
All is clear
My purpose, my direction
My refrain.
I sing and live
What gives me satisfaction
Gives me
A life to live.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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Actually
March 27, 2017
Actually
Can’t hear
The wind call.
Actually
Can’t tell if
I’ve woke or fell.
Actually
Hiding inside of myself
Waiting for something
Something.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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Another Mouse
March 24, 2017
Another mouse
Inside the house
Caught by just his tail
Tried to run
That son of a gun
But the clatter left a trail.
Caught like a rat
In a trap
How could I let him go?
That I did
Outside in the cold blue snow
I did, I really did let him go.
If he lives is up to him
For it’s not
For me to know
I just let a mouse
That was in the house
I just let him go.
So if you see a mouse
With tape upon his tail
He is the one I did let go!
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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Wouldn’t It Be Nice
March 22, 2017
Wouldn’t it be nice
If the world laughed
No one cried and in the sea
No fish, no lives
No one
No one died.
Wouldn’t it be nice
If the world turned
Looking at itself
Making no excuses, no lies
Just told the truth
With open-hearted sighs.
Wouldn’t it be nice
If the world alone
Gave all the happiness
Needed to survive
Holding everyone in a grasp
So tender, so alive.
Wouldn’t it be nice, Wouldn’t it be nice
~ Patrice
*Please help STOP Shark Finning
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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Haven’t Heard
March 21, 2017
Haven’t heard
The end
Haven’t heard
The start
Waiting in between
Waiting
To hear my heart.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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Spring Is Here
March 20, 2017
Spring is here
Is a part
Nestled
In a beginning
Full
Waiting to start.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
