Struggling with the absurb
Making no allowances
For the ones that deny.
Moving forward with assurance
Knowing only right
Can prevail.
Nothing is for nothing
Wondering what it is
That keeps me out of hell.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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Struggling
January 4, 2017
May The Sun Shine Bright
December 31, 2016
May the sun shine bright
On the season
May joy and happiness
Be yours tonight.
May your heart be filled
With all things glorious
May you feel love
Tonight.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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The Parcel Is Wrapped And Ready To Go
November 25, 2016
The parcel is wrapped and ready to go
To someone deserving this I know
But please let them see
Love wrapped happily and ready to go
To someone who’ll cherish it
And then let it go.
Don’t worry if it’s proper
Don’t worry if it’s right
Just send it off wrapped
Full of love
Tied lovingly tight.
Don’t wait for an answer
Nor expect one soon
Your love is the answer
Yours or someone who opens the parcel
All wrapped and ready to go
On to the world there to bestow
True love forever
Wherever it goes.
So just wrap a parcel
Fill it with love
Give it to someone
In need of a hug.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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Keep Me Close
November 24, 2016
Keep me close
Keep me quiet
Silent sounds
Roar
Without saying
Anything profound.
Joyous words
Cannot speak
Heartache thumps
Echoing thoughts
Not uttered
Not to keep.
Surround me now
With love and joy
Embrace
My head, my heart
Let me go
To those that love.
Stay in touch
With loving souls
Sleeping in a bed
So soft
Never hearing another
Horrid thought.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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The Reason Why
November 23, 2016
Checking out the reason
Knowing the answer why
Crying for the blessed
Never understanding
Or asking why.
Don’t call the known
Nor respond to the one
That wishes only to die
Just moving forward
Hoping that right
Is the only reason why.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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Knowing Who I Am
November 21, 2016
Knowing who I am is hard to acknowledge
When the world tries its damnedest
To change what I am.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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Asking Why
November 16, 2016
Always asking why
Not knowing
Why I ask
Or just what
The reason is.
Looking round
I see
So much to be
Thankful for
For me.
Can’t understand
Why
Why I’m always
Wondering
Asking why.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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I Close My Eyes Just To Feel My Heart
November 11, 2016Dedicated to those that served and gave all
Dedicated to Sue, who has lost her beloved horse, Yorkie.
Our thoughts are with you.
I close my eyes just to feel my heart
Feel the pain
Please make it to depart
Lost to all never more to be
The call I loved and adored from thee.
Feel the sadness reign
Beginning down the path
Of no gladness, ecstasy
Only sadden, weeping pain.
You have gone, lost to me
Remorse is not the word
I need or want to see
Tears once of joy shattered
Left, gone no more to employ
Only rivers long, tragic and so deep
Flowing with overwhelming sadness
Do they weep.
Brought down to my knees
Blows of anguish
Anger
Morose disbelief.
Truly thought you’d live forever
Now know is never going to be
Love you ever
Ever please believe
Wanted never
You to leave me never
Ever leave me never please.
Now gone I oh so…
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When I Think
November 9, 2016
When I think
My heart, my soul
Believe the right will come
Will be bestowed.
When I think can’t think
About what could have been
Can’t speculate on how
It came about
What now has been.
When I think I open up
My heart, my soul
To the world’s best
The light that guides
That lets me hear
The way to go.
When I think all is done
My heart, my soul
Laugh and say
Don’t ever think the best is gone
Or all hope is dead.
When I think, I know
We will survive, we will grow
We will make a life
The envy of
My heart, my soul.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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Bending Low
November 1, 2016
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
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