Content is what I feel
I’ll savour, taste, immerse myself in this
Then if it dissipates and the world
Around me is hellish
I can recall these feelings of contentment
Carrying me over any rough road
On this my path to glory.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Drip, drop of rain
Falling down
Rushing thru the drain
Life is sometimes like
Falling rain
A mediocre time turned
To all desired, wanted
Coming down like rain.
Once again
Listen
To the drip, drop
Of quiet summer rain.
Feel it’s vibrance change
The ordinary
To a spectacular refrain
This I know
As I listen to that rain
You’ll never ever
Ever be the same.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Power onload going by
Flying high
High in the magic surreal blue sky.
Don’t wonder why
Just wonder what has pass by.
While you were fiddling
With that decadent
Mouldy land-locked piece of shit pie.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Lighting strikes
In the night breaking heat
Streaking across the deep
In a split so brief
Revealing a piece of night
Not seen
Since quiet morning light.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Merrily go along singing the song
Singing along of nothing is right
Nor is it wrong
It’s just a sing along song
Of merrily going along.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
One back to another
Mirroring
Echoing the other.
Amazing thing is
This that allows us to be
One to another is
No sacrifice or be nice
Just being no one
But yourself and
Living, existing to see
One back backing up
Another.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
A hummingbird hovers making sure its safe
To drink nectar that brings forth
A feeling of heaven’s gate.
A hummingbird’s wings sing as she flies
In between blooms sending scent promising
Just about everything.
A hummingbird’s nest of twigs and things
Babies so small
They are next to nearly nothing.
A hummingbird dodges leaves and flowers
On the hunt of insects nutritious there
Amongst other things.
But you know I don’t think
That I’ve ever heard
A hummingbird sing
Anything.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Let it begin. Let it end.
I will enjoy the journeys
That I spend
From the begin to the end.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Morning glory surely rides
On the tide of morning rise
Sleep was sound
Resting peacefully all around
Now we raise our presence
To the morning sun
Boldly moving in a direction
That will free us in
The morning glory sun.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Fingers move across the page
Feeling emotions that do rage
Calming down anxious stress
With each word that is expressed.
Yes, fingers make anguish
Dissipate
As they move across
Caressing a waiting page.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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