Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category

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Kado Feeling Blue

April 13, 2012

Kado feeling blue
Feels the pain in his mouth
A tooth or two cracked off
Hurting, drooling too
Kado oh so blue.

Kado feeling blue
Its hard to be
A big guy in pain
And not show it too
Kado oh so blue.

Kado feeling blue
No supper, no dinner
Can’t eat so
Hungry now too
Kado oh so blue.

Kado feeling blue
Doctor pulled that damn tooth
Second one too
Hole size of a quarter
Where once a tooth
Used to chew
Oh Kado feeling blue.

Kado not so blue
Resting peacefully
Had some dinner too!
Life is good
Kado saw the tooth fairy
Kado not so blue.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

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Tender, Delightful And Full Of Majesty

April 12, 2012

 

 

 

 

 

Tender, delightful
And full of majesty
Is all we need to be.
Take the course
That makes you see
All the magic in this life
Which makes me you
And of course, you me
~ Patrice

 

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

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Deepest Sadness, Greatest Love

April 6, 2012

Deepest sadness, greatest love
Why did happen? What course now?
Pull together from above
Bow, bow to love
Know it all this great love.

Hallelujah he has come
Death no more to succumb
Deepest sadness, greatest love
Shown to all, here and above.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

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You Are Here, I Am Here

April 4, 2012

You are here, I am here
Together we will be strong
In the face of all
We perceive as wrong.

We are here, we are strong
Let us stand
Before the mighty throng
And conquer
All we know is wrong.

I am here, you are here
Together we will be strong.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

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I Can See The Blue Flake

March 29, 2012

 

 

 

 

 

I can see the blue flake
Of a computer screen
Let it shake
And vibrate.

Don’t know why
Don’t know when
But I know it has
A life within.

The blue line
The blue bin
Deep
Deep within.
~ Patrice

 

 

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

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Tenderness Is

March 26, 2012

 

 

 

Tenderness is such a wondrous thing
It brings us close and it brings us things
Best of all it brings us love.
Tenderness is a wondrous thing.
~ Patrice

 

 

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

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Me And My Shadow

March 21, 2012

Me and my Shadow
Are traveling thru
Life’s twists and turns
Purple haze of blue.

Me and my Shadow
Have come to see
Opportunities
Of the highest degree.

Me and my Shadow
Don’t lecture or seek
We follow the road
Where it seems to lead.

Me and my Shadow
Have long been together
Together we see
Yet she stays with me.

Me and my Shadow are traveling thru
The bumps and the curves
The ones we need too.

I thank you my Shadow
For all that you do
And standing behind me
No matter what I may ever do.
~ Patrice  

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

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Remember When

March 20, 2012

Remember when the time was sad
Remember when even so I was glad
Remember when the world was wrong
And I was not very strong.

Remember when the song I sang
Heralded not much of anything
Remember now the good, the bad
Remember not to be so sad
But stay forever very, very glad.

Remember when your life
Unfolded the only way it could
Remember when it was told
The way you should remember.

Remember when time was sad
Remember when you were glad
Remember all this life you had
Remember.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

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When We Don’t Know

March 19, 2012

When we don’t know
We stress and stress
Trying to make the best
Of a different situation
That has come to test.

Test us in ways
We don’t comprehend
Test us in ways
We don’t know and
We stress and stress.

We should know better
We should know best
Don’t forget
We are the masters
Of this life
We know best.

Know it does matter
Don’t bother to stress
In this life, in this life
That we know the best.
~ Patrice

Patrice Clarkson – 2012

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No More Tortured, Blackened Soul

March 16, 2012

No more tortured, blackened soul
Spreading grief where’re you go
Bleeding hearts feel no gain
Of deeds done steeped in pain.

Blessed innocence lost for real
Cold and callous touch they feel
Unholy evil, a putrid curse
That future lives are staked to.

Only hope you descend
Quickly down
Whence you
Ever came from.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012