The world turns, it goes
Then comes back around
No breath is taken
Except on its sacred ground.
The future is hidden
The past is the past
Nothing now will forever
Last.
Turning slowly, turning fast
The world is ours
Hold on
It’ll be a blast.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
In these times of strife, anger, hatred and racism, maybe, maybe this is the answer.
– Bruce Adams/Daily Mail
Maybe together
We can master the stage
We’ve been put upon.
Maybe Together
We can find true love
And lasting memories
To call upon.
Maybe Together
We’ll reach out and find
The place, the kind that’ll propel us
To the next human sweetness
Human kind.
Together forever
Maybe together
We’ll find.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Feeling the heart pound
Listen
Listen to that sound.
Life is given, taken away
Only the heart moving
Signifies life breathes
We live
We live today.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Solely, I Miss the heart that beats
Leaving behind a foggy mist
Never to dissipate.
Answers few, mostly none
Moving forward
Emotions on the run.
Embrace and hold
Respect and see
Loving you meant loving me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
When I hear my heart
Pounding
My breath takes away
All the fear I had living
Past yesterday
My feet planted in heaven
My arms embracing love
Now I can face tomorrow
Knowing
I had you my dear
Sweet love.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Kindness borrows heaven’s sorrows
Stores them in a safe, grace filled place
Now gone from ladened brow
A smile crosses that once saddened face
Lifting up in hopeful praise
No more to see, feel or fear
Just held with kindness
In heaven’s grace.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Wondering who is listening
Hearing my words
Speaking, understanding those
That they’ve heard.
Will I go on or say not a word
A quandary
I’m taking to heart
Without
Writing down a single word.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Everyday I see something
That resembles twelve
Part of nature, earth, sky
The clouds.
Breathing in, breathing out
Spectacular
as I turn
Whirl about.
Maybe tomorrow
I’ll understand, take it all in
Then tell the rest of the world
What it’s all about.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Making way for another day
Forcing nothing
Living by the rules
Set in my head the other day.
Merry, happy I’ll trudge
Thru the falling snow
Breathing in, letting out
All thoughts gone wrong, bad
In yesterday’s head.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
The ultimate sacrifice,
The ultimate gift.
I thank you
for my freedom,
for my right to live
and choose.
If not for unselfish giving
and bravery beyond
we’d not be here today
and have that right to choose.
I bow my head
and thank you
for your service far beyond
and show my gratitude
for all those
that have gone.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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