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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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