I watch the squirrels fight
edging out one another
for a place at the feeder
for
just another bite.
Sometimes
there’s a truce
Sometimes
a bitter fight
Sometimes
a lone squirrel
eats
til he feels suffice.
Birds keep their distance
stay out of the fight
they wait their turn
a time when
all others have had their fill
All’s quiet
No more anger
No more strife.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Haven’t found the words
to say things
buried
deep in my heart
hidden
far, far away.
Will they give me
the secret
the key to my life
what needs to be said
what needs
forgiving?
Or
Have they already been said
those words
I’ve been seeking
needing
buried deep
already giving?
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Ever wonder why?
Ever think things happen
On a line
You can’t deny?
Ever wonder why
Answers come
But don’t seem to be
The ones asked
Or seen technically?
Ever wonder, wonder why?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
The world spins
it turns round
Bringing beauty
to those that
surround
Their hearts with kindness
all things
that in this world
do abound.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Holding still, breathing quietly
Deeply
Seeing
life
as it should be
Making
no changes
that would hurt another being
Hearing
magnificence
in
the beauty all around me
Pleased
that I’m here
that
I live now
Holding still, breathing quietly
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Hang on
Gripping tight
See the light
Let go of negatives
Bask in rays of beauty
Light.
Be blessed
Be right
With all nature
As you let go
Of
Controls you needn’t need
Tonight.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
May your Love
be
Generous
and
let’s play
in
Happiness all day!
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
As I sit here facing life
Must decide my mission
The way I choose
To ride the ups and downs
The about face
The turnarounds
No road is straight
No path without a winding curve
Negotiate
Living life on your own terms.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Snow comes
falling down
covering
covering all that’s wrong
In the spring
We’ll see the flaws
Resurrecting goodness
Starting deep
Inside
Underneath it all
Rising to
Summer’s radiating warmth
And
Onto falling fall
Where fruition
Will be the harvest seen
As things die
In the late
Passing fall
Then once again
We’ll be beneath
Winter’s cold, cold snow
Covering
Covering all.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Unholy happenings
unhappiness
has begun
bogged down in misery
what oh what has
this become?
Let no one stay
in
the vicinity
let no man or woman
be
overcome.
Let joy and happiness
be the ones
we see, feel, experience
and
become.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
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