The season is full
Of joy and revelry.
A joyous occasion
To see and be
Kind, compassionate
And full of sympathy.
Yes, this is the season
To be the best me.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category
The Season Is Full
December 17, 2012
My Father
December 14, 2012
He’d sit and watch the fire
Stoke the flames
As he listened to the game.
I wonder what was his desire
My Father.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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Marginally Focused On What’s To Be
December 13, 2012
Marginally focused
On what’s to be
Taking my time
Getting to my destiny.
Purging all bad
Making it destroyed
On this adventure
Where I’m employed.
As a curator, a mentor
Maybe a captain too
On a voyage I’ve begun
Right along with you.
Can’t say I’m in charge
But have my hand on the helm
And I’ll steer this vessel
Down the road that may not
Always be calm.
Hold my course steady
Turn and duck
On this my life’s road
Making sure I’m ready
For all it can hold.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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• 12 • 12 • 12 •
December 12, 2012• 12 • 12 • 12 •
Is just this
A chance
A chance not to miss.
A day
In my lifetime
I’ll see no more.
Powerful
Some will adore
Knowing
It will be no more.
Cherish
Feel it’s strength
As you pass thru
This day
That will be no more.
Trust
This day will carry you
To the next
And on into forever
Evermore.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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There Was A Time When We Were Old
December 11, 2012
There was a time when we were old
We’d laugh and cry as life did unfold
No remorse for things gone by
Only clamour for a sweet
Haunting lullaby.
Ancient wrinkles on a child’s face
Laughing, crying filled with grace
No honour lost, no rushing pace
No deadline met, only loving grace
Masking love on a loving face.
In a time gone by we may have met
Laughed and cried, no heartache wept
What a wondrous thing
When we were young and therefore old
In a time when we spun together
Treasures made of gold.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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His Mother Was A Beauty
December 7, 2012His mother was a beauty
Stunning so they say
He followed in her footsteps
Most of the way.
Thou modest and frugal
He did manage to pay
Homage to a father
He knew not one day.
A story so tragic
Steeped in deceit
Holds us captive and
Creeps into our psyche
So painful and bleak.
Master of nothing
No goals to achieve
He languished in heaven
Awaiting he hoped
A reprieve.
Whatever happened
To that beauty so fair?
Did she too die in heaven
Or did she just
Send him there?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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Nothing Comes, Nothing Said
December 6, 2012
Nothing comes, nothing said
What to do if nothing read?
Pause a bit, regroup and think
What’s important, what will happen?
What would bring you to the brink
Of salvation in your quest of harmony
When to past lives you do regress?
What’s to be?
Will we ever, ever really be free?
Not much said, a little read
So on we go, on we tread.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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This is It And What We Get
December 5, 2012This is it and what we get
Please don’t have any regrets
Because the world is small
And full of things
We should not forget.
Move on, pass through
Trace your steps
Of what you want to do
Pleased with yourself
Master of those deeds you’ve done
Run forward
Forward into the bright distance sun.
You are one. One and only one
Don’t forget this is it
And truly all you’re going to get
Make it good, make it just the best
Full, with no regrets.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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I Didn’t Draw, I Wouldn’t Paint
December 3, 2012
I didn’t draw, I wouldn’t paint
Little love, lots of hate
Time stood still
And seemed to crawl
No one knew
What could or would be all.
Focused on the wrong thing then
Didn’t know what was up
Or around the bend.
Hardship was a constant friend
Little laughter to ease my way
Just disaster each turn I made.
Then they came and held me up
Turned me round to see the light
Not just of love
But a grandeur life
Stroked my soul, made things right
This they did for me one night.
They stood behind, smiled and laughed
No judgement made in this my craft
What took so long?
You might ask
But only those who know
Can answer that.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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Cheerful, Smile, See Life Full
November 30, 2012
Cheerful, smile
See life full.
Laughter, kindness
Make it well rounded
Not only full.
Step forward
Embrace the heart felt
Honour you can bestow.
Take it in
And let it go.
Out to the world
Beautiful, marvellous
Bringing us together
Completed, full.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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