Hurry up, be on top.
Mop the floor, swill the slop
Don’t hesitate, get it done
Be friendly, cordial and humdrum.
Your feelings, not important
The perfect picture is the goal overall
Swill the slop, get it done
Hurry up, this is fun.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Listen to the misty river rain
Drip, drip
Running thru the eavestrough
Down the spout to the drain
Misty, misty raindrops
Listen to the misty river rain.
Full of life
Full of promise
Misty, misty raindrops
Listen to the misty river rain.
Splatter on the sidewalk
Run down the lane
To where the cat walks
Misty, misty raindrops.
Listen to the misty river rain.
Soaking up the essence
Flowing on to the deep, dark river plain
Raindrops, misty, misty raindrops
Listen to the misty river rain.
Giving goodness to the world
These raindrops, misty, misty raindrops
Listen to the misty river rain
The misty river raindrops
The misty river rain.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Slowly I weep, embracing all the sadness I feel
Then turning it loose, to fly away on the wind
Scattered to the corners of the universe
Never to be experienced again.
Only tenderness, joy and happiness
Reside where sadness once ruled.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
My heart aches
For the girl I use to be
Finding it hard accepting
This woman I am to be.
I was innocent then
Accepting and carefree.
What happened
To that girl?
Where could she be?
Life took a toll
Leaving her as you see.
Must accept this woman
Must be pleased
And certainly see
a beautiful person too
Just not as carefree.
Happy yes, more so now
Than ever could be.
So love this woman
Because she is me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
What a wonderful place to be
Hidden in all eternity
No imperfections or self doubts
Just the best to be about.
Calmly smile, be serene
For this place there inside
All of us is waiting for a peek.
Ponder well and there to stay,
In a place of wonder to be free
For all eternity.
~ Patrice 
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Broken pieces brought forth
Build again but of studier stock
To hold, withstand the mighty force
That almost brought us to our knees.
Stumble up, take a hold
Let go all thoughts of defeat.
Stand tall, be proud, be serene
For you have defeated
The awful regime.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Ponder well your journey
In the past and ask
Did I do all that could be done
To stop this tragedy?
Lives lost, such a waste
Nothing gained only
Empty, empty space .
Touch their souls
Let them see
A heart beats here
Knowing their courageousness.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Total mystery holy perceives
All that flowers
On the island of sacrilege.
Not alone, never been
Muster on across the bridge
Into beauty there to live.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Looking over
A land of green and blue
Hearing softly calling
The mighty loon.
Grey rock breaks the water
Landing place for seagulls
And resting for turtles too.
Lily pads holding high
A simpler but dramatic life
Here, in the land
Of green and blue.
White grey clouds drift slowly
Crows shrilly caw calling all to see
How one lives here
In a land of green and blue.
This is the life
This for me, me and you.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Hidden deep down in love
Breaking ground from above.
Joyous loving feeling now
Part of living bestowed upon
Each and everyone of us.
Belonging to the world at large
Hold it close, cherish this
For it may come only once
This heavenly, blissful love.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
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