A doormat I will no longer be
Steeped in anger where
Frustration does abound
This is the time to stand
Stand my ground.
Let no one push
Push me around
No need to fight bicker or respite
Just nicely say
No, this is not the way.
I won’t be intimidated anymore
Today or any other day
A doormat no longer will I be
This is the stand that’s going to see
The nice and happy no doormat me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Beauty beautiful is what I see
Spread all about, all about of me
The sun it shines, birds fly and
Mighty, fluffy clouds float by.
Yes, there’s beauty in the sky
The forest and even in my uncut lawn
To get up in the morning and see
Beauty, beauty all around of me
It is oh so beauty
Beauty, beautiful profound.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Friday is today
End of one start of another
Just like every other Friday.
I pray I make it good
This day this Friday.
~ Patrice 
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
The sun is shining
The grass is green
Let’s go see
What should have been.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Sadly, secret murky tiled
No hope, destitute merciless bile
Twist, turn fight and bat
Get to where the strength is at
Mess, mired deep down in
No way open can’t begin
Mutter, sputter rage and fume
Makes no difference
The rose still blooms.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
This is it
This is as good as it gets.
I’m here to tell you
That for all of us
It is as good as
We want it to be
Nothing changes
Unless you want it
Garner from
Your loss and the bad
A magnificence
Unsurpassed
Yes you can do what
No one else ever has
Journey to your centre
Find the place
You really are
From there go out
And spread your glory
Near
And there so far.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
This is a beginning
And a end
This is when we wonder
Where oh where
Have we been?
Seeing thru
The mist of opportunity
Both those exciting
And ones we may
Have missed.
This is a beginning
Don’t miss the opportunity
Make sure you enjoy it
All the way to
A happy the end.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Did you see what I saw?
Will you do what I did?
Can you go where I have gone?
My travels and travails are mine
Yours are yours and have begun
So you begone.
~ Patrice 
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
The last page in a book
The last page in a life
Written
With a hand dipped in love.
Read with knowledge
Of a end
That lives on in a mind
Filled
With unconditional love.
Yes
It’s the last page in a book
And you’ll find another one
Knowing it too
Will be written
With unconditional love.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Anticipation
Anticipation of what can and will be
Sadness, sorrow
Or
Unprecedented ecstasy
Mine to control
With the best there is
Anticipation
That’s what it is.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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