Bending low the master helps
The student rise high
Above the atmosphere
Rising into brilliant skies
Where no restrictions
Can hold him down.
The world is his
He wears it as a crown
Turning now to stoop
So low
To assist another
To this hallowed ground.
He praises those
That got him here
Rendering love
That does abound
Does appear.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Halloween comes creeping
To the door
All withered, stooped asking for
Trick or treat
Maybe something more
Smiling toothless face leering
Into vacant space
Blood dripping onto gruesome cheek
Screeching voices crack the night
Laughing hysterically
No remorse if no treat tonight.
Now fear is my plight
Quickly shove
The treat out the door
Into grasping bags
Til no more
Smiling it seems in pleasant surprise
When in fact I fear I have died
Slam the door
Lock it quick
Make sure there is no trick.
Cut the lights
Curtains drawn
Sit in darken space
Hoping monsters, witches
Will not be back
Nor leave some gruesome trace.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
A child watches helplessly
As a hunter shoots her pet crow.
What part of that is Human Kind?
A teen is beaten about the head
Until she falls to the ground.
Kicked until she stands.
It then starts over again.
What part of that is Human Kind?
A young woman pleads
For her dog’s life
A rifle is pointed at her head
And she is told
‘Stop crying or I’ll shoot you too”.
What part of that is Human Kind?
Human Kind
Is when a police officer
Could have given a ticket
Towed the truck.
But instead
Leads you out of the dark
From lost back onto the right road.
That is Human Kind.
Human Kind
Is when four young men stop
To give a ride and support
To two young girls
One sobbing, stranded
Somewhere in the mountains
After being kicked out for refusing.
That is Human Kind.
Human Kind
Is…
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Wondering what
What
What is wrong
Feeling that
Something
Something is wrong
Hearing in my head
Deny
Deny there is
Nothing
Nothing wrong
Wondering what
What
This feeling is
So strong
So very strong.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Seeing the answer brings
Soft acceptance of everything
No wondering
Or asking anything.
All there in front of me
To embrace or leave behind
It’s nothing.
The answer comes
Bringing with it my heart’s question
About everything.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Sometimes
The snow flies quietly down
Melting before
It touches frozen ground.
No thunder clap
Heralds the falling down
No flash of blazing light
Lets us know.
No roar or rush
Of coming water no
Just snow
Snow quietly falling down.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
My thoughts race
I pace the floor
Could it be
Could I possibly
Have more?
My heart is open
It feels good fortune’s
Gentle rays
Come flooding in.
My head spins
My ears roar
My thoughts race
As my jaw drops
Beneath my chin
To the floor.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson -2016
In the hospital
What’s the matter?
They are busy and I lie here
Can’t decipher all this clatter.
Pain is deep
But not a smatter
Compared to those around.
Want so dear not to be here
Go home, I want to go home
That is what’s the matter.
Looked in the mirror
An old lady peered
Looking back at me.
Smile at her, be nice to her
For she will be the one to get
You out of here.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Running now
Running far
Can’t see the end
Not so far.
Running slow
Then very fast
Running smart
To kick some ass.
Running out
Bringing back
Running right
Away from all that.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Every morning I paint a face
The one I want to show
Moving thru the day
With beauty and with grace
I apply colours sometimes
In vibrant broad, happy strokes
Other times I can’t help
The lines are blue
They weep, they cry
Hues blended in a colour
That represents the reason why.
A smile I paint upon that face
Covering the worried lines
The anger
I hope not to find
Each morning I paint colours
To show love, beauty and grace
There on my face
With a special brush that covers all
The tired, frightened lines
I paint
Every morning I paint a face.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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