Summer, summer, summer time
Ah, good food, good friends, good times
Summer, summer, summer time.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Summer, Summer, Summer Time
July 28, 2014
Still Silence Stands Quietly By
July 25, 2014
Still silence stands quietly by
While my heart sings a tender lullaby
Strands of caring gently caress my soul
Now no more alone
My spirit reaches and it soars.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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Why Or What Can’t Be
July 24, 2014
Why or what can’t be the question I ask not now
Just shouldn’t be.
How won’t work
Just couldn’t be.
Therefore I stand still and wait for the force to
Just tell me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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There Across The Table
July 23, 2014
There across the table
Opportunity
Stands
Smiling sweetly
He beckons
He commands.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson ~ 2014
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Anticipation Rushing Pass Me
July 22, 2014
Anticipation rushing pass me
Excited, I follow just as close as I can be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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Now Is My Time To Soar
July 17, 2014
I Was In Your Place
July 16, 2014I was in your place, I saw your face
But
You didn’t recognize me.
In another life we laughed and cried
‘Friends for Life’ we said that’s how it would be
But
Now I see you don’t recognize me
I’m just a face in a ordinary place
And you walked right pass me
No ‘Friends for Life’
What a state it has come to be.
Just the other day I was in your place
Saw your face
But
You didn’t recognize me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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If I Need To Write
July 15, 2014
If I need to write
I will write.
If I need to cry
I will cry.
If I need to see why I pray
I’ll find why I need to.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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I Had Forgot What A Magical Place She Is
July 14, 2014I had forgot what a magical place she is
Where wolves soar and hens dance jigs
Where dogs talk and cats read lips
Where dreams are real and sit right beside of you
Ah yes, her place is where magical roars
It is. It is.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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I Used To Write Most Every Night
July 10, 2014I used to write most every night
About what was my passion
My insight.
Now, tonight I collect my thoughts
Watch the sky
Watching planes fly by.
Can’t
Can’t write no wondrous things
Can’t bring myself to find passion
In anything. ~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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