A little mess was made
And yet the consequences
Were not staged
They came in rolling waves
Bringing pain
Then peace
Breaking on the cheek
Grinding all the way
To aching, hurtful feet
Not sure what to do
Comfort, scold or
let be, let do
The consequences
When
A little mess is made.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Holding heart in hand
Living, doing the best
That I can
No looking back
Nor focused
On what’s ahead
Staying in the moment
Knowing it’s where
I should be
Instead.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Hold the precious close
Make no mistake
The heart is needed
To cover all the hurts
That
The silly head
May make.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Be the artist that you are
See your way each and everyday
Be that one, the one you see
And want to be.
Your best
The artist that you are
The one you need be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
You didn’t see the things
I saw
Nor did you feel the feelings
That I felt.
Still in my mind
I know
You know what I saw
What I felt.
And you alone will bring me
To the place
A place
I’ve always sought.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
My Deepest Sympathies to the families, friends
All who know victims in yesterday’s horrific tragedy
My prayers go out to you
To the ones whose lives were brutally cut short
Those injured
For no reason.
No sane reason.
You are in my thoughts, my words, my prayers and my heart. ❤
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Pathetic and sad
He goes forth
The essence of bad.
No one curtails
No one dare tell
The evil one
He is going to wither
In hell.
He doesn’t know
It doesn’t have to be so
He could be happy
And glad.
All that’s required
Is to be open, generous
Considerate and mostly
Not angry, bitter
Or sad.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Cherish the one who gives you joy
Cuddle the one who sinks beneath a burdened load
Find the one whose lost the road
Be yourself where’re you go.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Trying to make
All my work complete
Make things tidy
Tidy and neat
Exhaustive work
Mental trying times
When and where
Did I get so much
So much to do
In so little time?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Every morning I open my book
Writing
The words given to me.
Every morning I think about living
Life
Free with courtesy.
Every morning I see
A different morning
One
I make it to be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
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