Let the memories thrive
In my head, my heart
Our lives.
Let them not control
The moments now
Nor allow me to live a lie.
But exist with their thoughts
To survive, to strive
To be alive.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Let The Memories Thrive
August 16, 2017
Soldiers March
August 15, 2017
Soldiers march
Feet hitting the ground
Sending thunder, fear
That does resound
In a heart filled in ache
Pity and pain
All those things not needed
But
Unfortunately
Part of the refrain.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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Would You
August 14, 2017
Would you strive for tomorrow
If you were content in today?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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My Pen
August 11, 2017
My pen writes what I say
My pen never questions
The words I put down.
Anyone can use
My pen
It doesn’t care but writes
What the fingers share.
My pen
Follows along
Putting down the thoughts
Without it the words would
Be long, long gone.
My pen
Is always there
Then its done
And I get another one
My pen.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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Nuclear Happenings
August 10, 2017Nuclear happenings
Frightening times
Holding our breath
Letting rational minds
Take control
Taking the time
To build a better world
Where happenings
Are not just a crime.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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The World Has Come
August 9, 2017
The world has come
And
In the process of go
Where
I don’t know
I’ll follow along
And
Hang on tight
For I’ve nowhere else
To go
Not tonight.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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You Don’t Know
August 8, 2017
Of course you don’t know
The sadness, the heartache
I shouldn’t know.
You see the life
That seems to glow.
Sometimes it’s a lie
Sometimes you see I cry
But
Then if course
You don’t know.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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Up In The Bustling Sky
August 4, 2017
Up in the bustling sky
A thousand clouds go flying by
Not one
Not one ever asks why.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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The Sky Is Beautiful
August 3, 2017
The sky is beautiful
My gaze sees magic beyond belief.
Wishing for nothing
For I have all I need.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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Leaves Floating Down
August 2, 2017
Leaves floating down
Falling, resting
Finally
On the ground.
No crash is heard
No weeping cry
Only silent sounds echoing
Throughout the sky.
My soul too
Does fall down
Reaching up, clasping pieces
To soften, the floating down.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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