I found me, I found love
I found myself inside of me.
Gentle and kind I must be
When I let go and let me be free.
For if I let go, I will be
The person, that person
I certainly should be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category
I Found Me, I Found Love
August 31, 2012
Pause A Little
August 30, 2012Pause a little
Look around
Hear the sound
Of beauty
Glory all around.
You’re in the midst
Of wonder
And
A spectacular story
Look around.
Pause
Look around
Hear all
That’s such
A glorious sound.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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Lost In The Wilderness
August 29, 2012
Lost in the wilderness
Lost in me.
Striving to find success
Striving to find me.
Seeing constant
Seeing nobody
And nobody is me.
Why have I lost this?
Why is it me?
Feeling a soft caress
Gently caressing me
Softly letting me see
I don’t need to be lost
I only need to be me.
No lost in the wilderness
No silly lost me
Return that soft caress
That sweet kiss, kissing me
Found in the wild wilderness
That’s where I found me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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In This House I Claim
August 28, 2012Merry, happiness, frustration and pain
All have a place in this house I claim
None are all that places me here
Some more than others
Thats what I hear.
Work thru and challenge heartache, despair
None of which need to live here.
Open the door to the house I call mine
Tread lightly down passages
Down into time.
Touch walls built so safe and sound
Savour the flavour of the air all around
Then pad down aisles and up thru stairs
Glistening with joyous, uplifting prayers.
Cozy and tranquil is my room
Safe from danger, heartache and doom
This is where I live, this is my room
I claim it, I cherish it, I live life here
From birth to death here in my house
Here in my room.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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Morose Behaviour Does Not Survive
August 24, 2012Morose behaviour does not survive
Send no one, no one need apply.
Lone behaviour deemed deplored
Schemed and relevant in pasted demise.
Send the soldiers of disguise
Flog the masters, let them see
Morose behaviour does nothing
In a life of mortality.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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Tender Mercies Follow Me
August 23, 2012Tender mercies follow me
Down the path
And cross the sea.
Tender mercies set me free
Of all this heartache
Anguish and hostility.
Tender mercies let me be
Happy, pleasant
Full of courtesy.
Tender mercies fill me
Full of grace, calm
And dignity.
Tender mercies now I see
Life and love
Can set me free.
Tender mercies let me be
A better person than
Even I thought I could be!
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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We Are Here And Everywhere
August 21, 2012
We are here and everywhere
We shall care and shouldn’t dare
All that lives within our atmosphere.
They live here as we do
And help us through all
This heavy burdened stratosphere.
We should care and treasure us
That we must for what else
Is there here or anywhere?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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Rosie Doesn’t Care
August 17, 2012
Rosie doesn’t care
Rosie has no hair
Rosie is not here
Nor is she there
Rosie’s somewhere
But she doesn’t care.
Who is Rosie?
Why doesn’t she care?
I must share Rosie is always here
And she does care.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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I’ve Always Had That Gentle Soul
August 15, 2012I’ve always had that Gentle Soul
Guiding me thru tough
Tumultuous times
At my side she’d be
When no one else did care.
That Gentle Soul would reach down
Pick me up, quietly set me
On the proper path
Never asked, always there
To help guide me anywhere.
That Gentle Soul has saved my life
Guided me thru all kinds of strife
I owe so much, I must give back
Kindness to those on their own path.
That Gentle Soul has guided me
Now I must do the same for thee.
~ Patrice 
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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I Remember When
August 13, 2012
I remember when
It was bliss and happiness.
The world was mine
To chose to do
Whatever I choose to do.
No restrictions, no what ifs
Nothing to dim the mix.
Talented, optimistic
That’s what I saw.
I could do it all
Cut thru the impossible
Walk on water
Anything and everything.
Yes, I could do it all.
I smile to see
Those thoughts
That dwelt inside of me.
For life is different now
Than what I did expect.
Not so bad
For I did get
That needed in
Fulfilling my soul
Becoming
What God expects.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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