May Your Christmas be Merry and Full of Delight.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Darwin The Ikea Monkey
December 21, 2012
Courtesy of Bronwyn Page
Darwin the Ikea monkey
Born neither wild or free
But in captivity.
It’s always been what he’s seen
Raised like a little man
Brushing teeth
Sleeping arm in arm
With a dedicated mom.
Life was good
But not the way it should play
Until that day on the way
To do a little shopping
He got out.
And in the Ikea parking lot
His life changed forever
Forever
That day.
They whisked him off
From the only mom
He believed was the one
To show him everything
He needed to make his way.
In a cage with other ones
He learns to be not a little man
But a monkey who can stand
And leap from here to there.
The sad thing is
He’ll never be
A monkey
That is free.
It’s not about you or me
It’s about how can we
Make him what he should be
Free.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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The Morning Comes In Morning Bright
December 20, 2012
The morning comes
In morning bright
Cancelling out
The darkness
Of the night
Pushing thru
Into morning light.
New beginning
New delight
No more darkness
Of the night
All is fresh
Burning bright
Here
In the morning light.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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This Is A Time When Sadness Is Ashamed
December 19, 2012This is a time
When sadness is ashamed
We did not fulfill
All the promises that needed be.
Nothing has gotten done
Nothing, empty, hollow
Reaches out begins to swallow
All my heart wants for tomorrow.
Nothing left, just empty sadness
Weighing heavy on my chest.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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My Journey Is Not Over
December 18, 2012My journey is not over
Yet.
More things to learn
And forget.
Special
Is the time we have
In this life we love.
Never
Ever will forget
All the people, friends
I’ve met.
Journeying on a path
Filled with no regrets
Only love.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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The Season Is Full
December 17, 2012
The season is full
Of joy and revelry.
A joyous occasion
To see and be
Kind, compassionate
And full of sympathy.
Yes, this is the season
To be the best me.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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My Father
December 14, 2012
He’d sit and watch the fire
Stoke the flames
As he listened to the game.
I wonder what was his desire
My Father.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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Marginally Focused On What’s To Be
December 13, 2012
Marginally focused
On what’s to be
Taking my time
Getting to my destiny.
Purging all bad
Making it destroyed
On this adventure
Where I’m employed.
As a curator, a mentor
Maybe a captain too
On a voyage I’ve begun
Right along with you.
Can’t say I’m in charge
But have my hand on the helm
And I’ll steer this vessel
Down the road that may not
Always be calm.
Hold my course steady
Turn and duck
On this my life’s road
Making sure I’m ready
For all it can hold.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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• 12 • 12 • 12 •
December 12, 2012• 12 • 12 • 12 •
Is just this
A chance
A chance not to miss.
A day
In my lifetime
I’ll see no more.
Powerful
Some will adore
Knowing
It will be no more.
Cherish
Feel it’s strength
As you pass thru
This day
That will be no more.
Trust
This day will carry you
To the next
And on into forever
Evermore.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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There Was A Time When We Were Old
December 11, 2012
There was a time when we were old
We’d laugh and cry as life did unfold
No remorse for things gone by
Only clamour for a sweet
Haunting lullaby.
Ancient wrinkles on a child’s face
Laughing, crying filled with grace
No honour lost, no rushing pace
No deadline met, only loving grace
Masking love on a loving face.
In a time gone by we may have met
Laughed and cried, no heartache wept
What a wondrous thing
When we were young and therefore old
In a time when we spun together
Treasures made of gold.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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