Happy Easter each and everyone!
Pass the gravy
Lets start to celebrate
And have some fun.
Rejoice in family
On this Easter Sunday
Full of love
For each and everyone.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category
Happy Easter Each And Everyone!
March 31, 2013
You Are The Best
March 28, 2013
You are the best. Never let that rest
Hold it up and call it to the rest.
You are the best in all that matters
In this yours alone, magnificent quest.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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The Flower Of Dreams
March 27, 2013
The flower of dreams springing forth here
In the morning spring.
Not much to be said just sit back and hear
That joyous song
Singing, dreaming of spring.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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Everyone Should Be Aware
March 26, 2013Everyone should be aware
Of what’s around
And
What’s out there.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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Another Mouse
March 22, 2013
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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Some Birds Are Strange To Me
March 20, 2013Some birds are strange to me
The ones at the feeder I see
Nose, two ears and four feet
Beneath of thee.
Whatever ever type of bird could they be?
A deer?
A deer you say
Stealing seed
Right in front of me!
But the way they fly
Over fence and hill
They must have gained
A little ‘Bird’
In their birdseed fill.
I will watch until the spring
When the feeder is no longer
Filled with magic seeds
That make a doe
Into this strange bird
I see flying over fence and hill.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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She’s Coming Home
March 18, 2013
She’s coming home
I’ll pick her up
No more alone
Forever to stay here
Here at home.
May have sadness
Remorse and regrets
But she will lay
In peace and happiness
Forever, ever to be missed
My sweet
Sweet little miss.
Her soft, rough fur
Her gentle brown, caring eyes
Her tail that never wags
No barks, no romping
A smile upon her sweet face
I may see no more.
But home you’ll be
Home with me
Forever
Evermore.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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Winter’s Cold Can Be A Blight
March 15, 2013
Winter’s cold can be a blight
Forcing sensitive to be uptight
Shivering, shaking lost control
Looking for a soft, warm cozy hole.
Howling wind does not let up
Whipping tender
Devouring them up.
Sun is bright but freezing cold
Touching frost
With icicles dripping
Froze.
Marching thru at its own rate
Making us appreciate
Spring’s thaw
Yes
No one can really wait.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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May My Soul Find The Secrets
March 13, 2013
May my soul find the secrets
Hidden deep in my heart
May the pleasure never
Ever, ever depart.
May I find justice
For the things unfairly done
And may the sun shine
On all those I love
Each and everyone.
May I find the strength
To stand up straight
And not waiver
In the thoughts
That can make me see
Greatness
Greatness in all of thee.
Yes
May my soul believe
And see
All that is wondrous
In this secret place
Called me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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No More
March 12, 2013
No more to hear
That groan of frustration
And indignation at my stupidity
No more.
No more racing, running
Chasing those damn cats
Or playing just for fun
No More.
No more glare
Of stubbornness
With the “I’ll do it if I want to”
And
“You can’t make me” look
No More.
No more timid look of
“Do you love me too?”
No more cuddles on the sofa
No more smile of pleasure
With the “They Love me too!” look
No more.
No more
silent understanding or sharing
With her
‘Best Friend Ever’
No more.
No more silly pranks
Or giving of the paw
No more.
No more looking
Into those bright brown eyes
No more stroking
That rakish soft coat
No more.
No more the belief that
Love alone can save a soul
No more.
All that is left is
No more. No more.
~ Patrice
Rest in peace and love Aggy ~ June 14/01 – March 12/13
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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