Trouble focusing,
Frustrated and sad.
Even could say
I’m very mad.
Mad in the sense
It doesn’t make
My mortal self comprehend
All at stake.
Maybe if I was a God,
A princess or duke,
I’d understand all and
Have nothing to rebuke.
But I’m none
Of the above,
So understand, acknowledge
And love.
When its right,
When you need to know,
All will be clear
And under control.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Great expectations, wonder aloud.
Be in possession of all that is
Bought gently here, on a cloud.
No one will ponder, question or ask
But accept the greatness
One has within them to
Accomplish the task.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Depressing painting
Mind ablaze
All is a fog
Dipped in haze.
Struggle to feel some
Compassion and ease
Down to the depths
Of a monstrous siege.
No one is safe
No one can see
A way out
On a stormy sea.
Bare forth with strength
Be passionate and be
All that needs to safely
Stand and be me.
~ Patrice
What a beautiful time
In a wonderful way
To bring forth autumn
On a sunny spring day.
Nothing is steadfast
Ever changing with sway
Making me wonder
Just what did I do today?
Mosey on over
Smile and say “Howdy partner
Have you seen autumn
On this sunny spring day?”
Nothing will happen
No one will say
“Mind your own business”
In an ever changing, wondrous way.
Folks are pleasant, mild and say
“Never mind the forecast
We’ll know by day
That the weather is changing
In a beautiful, wondrous way.”
~ Patrice
Mouse in the house
Trapped in fear.
Deer mouse in the house
Leg held in a trap
No struggle is shown
Only big eyes show fear.
Hanging on for dear life
As I carry him up to outside
To release and let go.
A second chance for this guy
Use it well
Don’t come back in.
Next time, who knows
The struggle
You may not win.
~ Patrice
Bittersweet moment, bittersweet day
All alone in quelling the fray.
Nothing to do, nothing to say
Just reality facing us, bringing to bay
Hard facts on this what must
Be made into a joyous day.
Surge yourself up, stand proud and see
All you’ve accomplished in spite of thee.
~ Patrice
Sad, sad news that Ulf
A great and magnificence dog
Who brought joy and pride to all
He loved and knew
Has gone.
A mind of his own
And a belief in himself
Knowing early he was
Destined for greatness
This great and magnificence dog
Never stop giving.
No patience for mediocrity
He must excel, do his best
Expecting nothing less
A great and magnificence dog
The best, the best.
I’m sorry you had to leave us
I’m sorry it had to be this way
You gave unconditional love
And left so many wonderful memories
For a great and magnificence dog
Who left us Saturday.
Adieu.
~ Patrice
Moody, misery, rain dripping down
No more freezing but
A dirty brown ground.
Healthy growth sharing the screen
Of a landscape desparate
For a turn in the season scene.
Promising just a little
More bright sun
To wake up a land
Where spring has begun.
~ Patrice 
All is seen, all is glad
Be ye thankful
For all you’ve had
Can’t take it away
Nor make it bad.
Just believe in yourself
And just be glad
You’ve been given
A gift that many
Have never had.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson
– 2011
The sun shines
The breeze blows gently
The river runs smooth
The birds sing a song of good
All in preparation
Of spring to unfold.
~ Patrice
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