Always asking why
Not knowing
Why I ask
Or just what
The reason is.
Looking round
I see
So much to be
Thankful for
For me.
Can’t understand
Why
Why I’m always
Wondering
Asking why.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category
Asking Why
November 16, 2016
When Everything Is Obscure
November 14, 2016
When everything is obscure
Upside down
In the loo
How can I think
Pleasant thoughts
Laugh or cry with hilarity?
Nope
Not happening
Crushed, lonely
I trudge ahead
Feeling chains
Of impending dread
A smile cannot cross
My doomed face
All joy is gone
It’s been erased.
Why I live
Why I die
An answer comes
Slowly
As I cry.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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I Close My Eyes Just To Feel My Heart
November 11, 2016Dedicated to those that served and gave all
Dedicated to Sue, who has lost her beloved horse, Yorkie.
Our thoughts are with you.
I close my eyes just to feel my heart
Feel the pain
Please make it to depart
Lost to all never more to be
The call I loved and adored from thee.
Feel the sadness reign
Beginning down the path
Of no gladness, ecstasy
Only sadden, weeping pain.
You have gone, lost to me
Remorse is not the word
I need or want to see
Tears once of joy shattered
Left, gone no more to employ
Only rivers long, tragic and so deep
Flowing with overwhelming sadness
Do they weep.
Brought down to my knees
Blows of anguish
Anger
Morose disbelief.
Truly thought you’d live forever
Now know is never going to be
Love you ever
Ever please believe
Wanted never
You to leave me never
Ever leave me never please.
Now gone I oh so…
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When I Think
November 9, 2016
When I think
My heart, my soul
Believe the right will come
Will be bestowed.
When I think can’t think
About what could have been
Can’t speculate on how
It came about
What now has been.
When I think I open up
My heart, my soul
To the world’s best
The light that guides
That lets me hear
The way to go.
When I think all is done
My heart, my soul
Laugh and say
Don’t ever think the best is gone
Or all hope is dead.
When I think, I know
We will survive, we will grow
We will make a life
The envy of
My heart, my soul.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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Have You Seen
November 7, 2016
Have you seen
The adventures that have been
Have you seen?
Have you seen anything
That would help alleviate the pain
Make the world a better place
Secure with all kinds of gain
Have you seen?
Have you seen all
That is laid out on the landscape
To the end
Of the world’s horizon line
Have you seen?
Have you seen
The things that I too
Have seen resting near and far
Part of nature’s plan
Living life growing right
Have you seen?
Have you seen
Have you seen, seen anything?
~Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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I Can See The Words
November 4, 2016I can see the words
They tell me of the time
When hearts were loved
And words all rhymed.
They tell me of the joy
The majesty and triumphant gladness
No casting of badness
No broken bones
Or hearts lost in a world
Filled with madness.
These words they fill the place
With love, beauty, grace
I accept the honour
Bestowed here upon me
Of seeing life with words that
Never conquer
Just for the sake of me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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Why I Heard The Call
November 3, 2016Why I heard the call
Is news to me
Listening to the answer
Is beyond all that makes
Me me.
Don’t know the reason
Or if it’s part of destiny
Making life an honour
Lived with all my heart
My being.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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Tortured Thoughts
November 2, 2016
Tortured thoughts
Ricochet thru my mind
Leaving harrowing things harbouring
Crying
Those that I don’t like to find.
Why have they come?
Why won’t they go?
I need not believe in their anger
Vengeance
I need not tow all this piled up
This awful collection of
Tortured thoughts.
~ Patrice
© Patrice clarkson – 2016
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Bending Low
November 1, 2016
Bending low the master helps
The student rise high
Above the atmosphere
Rising into brilliant skies
Where no restrictions
Can hold him down.
The world is his
He wears it as a crown
Turning now to stoop
So low
To assist another
To this hallowed ground.
He praises those
That got him here
Rendering love
That does abound
Does appear.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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Halloween Comes Creeping
October 31, 2016
Halloween comes creeping
To the door
All withered, stooped asking for
Trick or treat
Maybe something more
Smiling toothless face leering
Into vacant space
Blood dripping onto gruesome cheek
Screeching voices crack the night
Laughing hysterically
No remorse if no treat tonight.
Now fear is my plight
Quickly shove
The treat out the door
Into grasping bags
Til no more
Smiling it seems in pleasant surprise
When in fact I fear I have died
Slam the door
Lock it quick
Make sure there is no trick.
Cut the lights
Curtains drawn
Sit in darken space
Hoping monsters, witches
Will not be back
Nor leave some gruesome trace.
~ Patrice
Happy Halloween!
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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