A hummingbird came
To my window yesterday
She pleaded and begged
Me not to put away
That feeder which fills
Her each, everyday.
She needs calories
To fly away
On an epic journey
To warm, hot lands
Far far away.
Maybe tomorrow
She’ll leave
Before the snow flies
And the leaves
Are deceased.
So now, today
She pleads
Fill it up, leave it be
Help her get ready
For her long, long
Epic journey.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Nothing seems to come out right
Even though I work, think all night
Nothings right
Nothings right.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Watch the sun filter thru
Watch your dreams come true
The world is yours to love
Yours to live
All is well as the sun comes
Brightly filtering thru.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Figure it out one step at a time
Walk with pride
Sidestep
Even if you have to duck and hide
No matter the reason the answer is there
Its up to you to find out where.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Not feeling well today
Hoping
Hoping maybe
It’ll go away.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Friday the 13th
Is fun, nothing bad
Just a happening in Dover
Where thousands meet
To stare at Harleys
In the street.
No one notices palm trees
Embedded in the sand
Only the massive rumble roar
As another bike rides in.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Let me see the difference
In the majesty enveloping me
Let me be the whole
I want to be
A profound difference
That’s what I want to be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
I forgot
What day this was
I forget if a saddened sun shone
I forget what I had for lunch.
But
I didn’t forget the thousands that did die
I didn’t forget those that did get out alive
I haven’t forgot you helped those survive.
I can not forget the clouds of smoke
Rising ash, people stunned, sirens wailing
Unholy hell reigning
It seemed to last I have not forgot.
I can not forget
A silence as planes flew into concrete
Smashing trust, crushing hopes
This I won’t and have not forgot.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Crisis crunch
Not a blessed thing I can do
Master anger here in charge
Not letting anyone disregard
All this mess spread about.
Anger, frustration
Does abound
Method used is not the one
Must change my options
Find someone who knows
Quiet, elegant all
Those wonder times.
Spend it there
Make it like a nursery rhyme
Full of happiness all the time
All the time
Make it a blessed nursery rhyme.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Stomach churning
Thoughts swirling
Around.
Don’t know
What’s right
Or wrong.
Strong feelings
Moving me
Moving me along.
Get a hold
Get a grip
Focus and stay
A bit.
See right
From wrong
Know which path
To travel along.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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