Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category

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I Only Write

May 12, 2016

self-illustration by Patrice

 

 

 

I only write what I see
It’s not about me
It’s not about me.
~ Patrice

 

 

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

 

*  The last writing in my series of Janis Joplin inspired works. 

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Smoky Hearts Filled The Room

May 11, 2016

*  This the third in my series of Janis Joplin inspired works. 

Janis Joplin ~ Photo by Janis Joplin. © Fantality Corp

Smoky hearts filled the room
Lights were dim shadows seemed to loom
Fear was present, it cast its spell
No one moved they couldn’t tell
Right from wrong nor which was hell
Quietly left, I snuck away
Hoping to live even one more day.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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When The Magic Feather Floats Down

May 10, 2016

*  This the second in my series of Janis Joplin inspired works. 

When the magic feather floats down
When I can’t see anyone else around
When purple haze looms so near
When fountains float above the atmosphere
And even goats don’t smoke
Is when some folks will say
Tomorrows gone, now called yesterday.
~ Patrice

Janis Joplin ~ Photo courtesy of http://www.janisjoplin.com/littlegirlblue.php

Discovering the character of Janis Joplin and exploring her two different sides is explained by JANIS: LITTLE GIRL BLUE director Amy Berg.

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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I Was The Girl

May 9, 2016

* Each day this week, I’m going to be posting writings that came to me in the middle of the night after watching a documentary on Janis Joplin. Whether it is Janis writing these words thru me, or my perception of what I watched, I have no idea. Yours to decide and I hope, enjoy.

Janis Joplin during photoshoot for Big Brother & Holding Company, Forest Knolls, CA. 1967. © Lisa Laws

Janis Joplin during photoshoot for Big Brother & Holding Company, Forest Knolls, CA. 1967. © Lisa Laws

I was the girl who stood in the back
I was the one who didn’t say any of that
I was the one who laughed and cried
I was the one who breathed the breath
Who stood alone amongst the rest
Never knowing my heart
I think, I guess.
~ Patrice

© PatriceClarkson – 2016

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Don’t Know Where I Am

May 6, 2016

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Don’t know where I am
Nor where I’m going to be
Can’t see down the road
Or far off cross the sea.

For I am.
I am what I see
Nothing ever changes
Here, within side of me.

Don’t know where I’m going
Never knew where I’ve been
But here now in the present
Is a charming human being.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

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Why We Do What We Do

May 4, 2016

Perplexed Deer ~ Photo by Patrice

 

 

Why we do what we do
Never knew, never understood
Didn’t have a clue.

Standing here, standing there
More or less
Standing anywhere.

Keep me close, hold me far
Never say you did or didn’t
Do that.

Why not come, why not go
All is strange, but then
Who’s to know?
~ Patrice

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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Heaven Help

May 2, 2016

Bright Light ~ Photo by Patrice

Heaven help
The one that knows.

Heaven be there
When no one knows.

Heaven see
Love and beauty in the midst of anarchy.

Heaven please
Please help me.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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Majesty Leads The Way

April 29, 2016

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Majesty leads the way
Thru all that may
Stand in the way.

Let it be.

Let it be all it can be
For I am here
Just an eternity.
~ Patrice

Patrice Clarkson – 2012

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Flowing Freely

April 28, 2016

Water Rushing ~ Photo by Patrice

Flowing freely on the flow
Floating softly across the sky
Walking slowly around the bend
The funny thing is no one
Knows where I’ve been.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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My Hearts A Mess

April 27, 2016

Running First ~ Photo by Patrice

My hearts a mess
There is no rest
No peace, no quiet.

Racing, racing on
Racing fast
How will I ever last?

When can I see
Peace
Quiet and dignity?

When will I feel
My heart pump
A slow, soft, quiet thump?

Can’t hold on
Can’t see
How I got here, how to leave.

All I see is
My hearts a mess
There is no rest, that’s all, all I see.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016