Each morning
I create
Patrice
Each morning
I make her come alive
Each night she sleeps
but
does not die
Each day
I appreciate she lives
she is alive.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category
Each Morning
March 9, 2022
A Plan
March 8, 2022
Seeing ideas, hearing plans
feeling emotions
of
what could be
what I could accomplish
that
that I should start
to plan.
Smile gently
speak about my vision’s plan
hear
how I can execute
all those things
that’ll bring it to reality
more than just
a plan.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
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Have I
March 7, 2022
How have I come to feel this way?
Where will I go on this another day?
Have I been there before?
Have I passed by this way?
Will I go beyond the horizon?
Become lost in the sun’s rays?
Answers I question
Questions I’m asking
Today.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
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I Remember Memories
March 4, 2022
I remember memories
Both sad and joyous
Memories
They come to me
When I don’t notice
Memories
My mind will be elsewhere
And suddenly they’re there
Memories
Real or imagined
Staring at me
Laughing hysterically
Memories
Nothing seems to matter
Cause I remember
Memories.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
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Holding On And Being Kind
March 3, 2022
Holding on and being kind
Will get you
To
The promise land.
No one will fail nor even cry
All is well
Enjoy
The journey
Sleep rested
Knowing you’ve arrived
In
The sweet bye and bye.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
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Thinking Of Things
March 2, 2022
Thinking of things
I need
and
want to do
Places
to go
Jobs
to do
Make
videos
Cleaning
too
Thinking
Thinking of things
to do.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
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See The Way
March 1, 2022
See the way, see the path
Move forward, don’t look back
Embrace the knowledge
You’re going to safety
Where no one
Can hurt you
Not now, nor never
Just know, believe that.
~ Patrice
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@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
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A Place
February 28, 2022
I think the world has come
to
a place
of tremendous joy
or
deep sorrow
Each step we take
will lead us
to
a place
filled with happiness
or
despair
This place
where I want to be
is
not hidden
but
open, right there
in front of you
of me
Take the steps
you need
to chose
the path to joy
this place
of
happy
Tread not down
the deep,
dark hole
of
desperate agony
This place
I think I need
I feel
I see
I will be.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
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Terrible Times Do Occur
February 25, 2022
Terrible times do occur
Marching lines, men’s faces obscure
No more joy, lightly skipping breeze
Heartache, morse pretty bleak.
Then the sun shines oh so bright
Lighting the way both day and night
No more tears, sadness blame
All is well once again.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
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Not Theirs
February 24, 2022
My heart aches
Seeing armies invade, taking land
Not theirs
Hearing cries, bombs
Flashing
Deadly lights
The world reels
As despots steal countries
Not theirs
They don’t care
If lives are lost, hearts broken
Life torn apart
Seek a way to stop
This annexation of what is
Not theirs
Please God
Please show me
Show me how today.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
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