A tear drop
Runs down my cheek
Taking with it all I cherish
All I seek.
A tear wells up
Clouding my eyes
So they can’t see
The pain devouring me.
A tear drops quietly
On lips unable to cry
Any words that fit
These feelings I dispise.
A tear falls
Down my cheek
Landing on my broken heart
Whose pain won’t go away.
A tear flows down
Taking with it all love
All joy
I hoped I’d found.
I feel
A tear running down.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Merry may the day be
Intertwined with dignity
Cherish every moment
Passing by joyously
With the ticking tock
Of a wall clock
Sorry, sad doesn’t fit inside
This time I merrily pass
Here in the moments
I will relish in a ever
Ever lasting merry day.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
The winds of change are changing
The known is not here
We all believe in the future
We all want it to be right here.
The winds of change are changing
Bringing the future back to here
Everything we’re holding
Everything so oh so dear
Will soon be far, far in the rear.
The winds of change are changing
The present soon too, far in the rear
The future before us
Hold it close, hold it dear but
Never forget those we cherish
They’re now in the rear.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
My code of dreams may not be
My code of life must always be
Love, cherish and honesty.
That I know I must see
And strive to be deep
Here inside of me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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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
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
Merry, happiness, frustration and pain
All have a place in this house I claim
None are all that places me here
Some more than others
Thats what I hear.
Work thru and challenge heartache, despair
None of which need to live here.
Open the door to the house I call mine
Tread lightly down passages
Down into time.
Touch walls built so safe and sound
Savour the flavour of the air all around
Then pad down aisles and up thru stairs
Glistening with joyous, uplifting prayers.
Cozy and tranquil is my room
Safe from danger, heartache and doom
This is where I live, this is my room
I claim it, I cherish it, I live life here
From birth to death here in my house
Here in my room.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Why does it feel so sad?
This is it, all we have
Cherish it, make it best
Don’t be sad, don’t be mad.
Trust the best
Will come to rest
Here among all
Of your kindness.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Heaven forbid
Tell me what I did
Not in a day
But a lifetime away
Away from all I see.
Help me understand
The stand that must be me.
Don’t measure or pace
Race to the end and feel
Feel the trend which becomes
All I cherish and desire
In a life filled with this desire.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Three years ago tomorrow,
Monty died today.
I Feel the sadness and the pain
Just like it was yesterday.
He stayed with us a little longer
Not for himself, but to help make us stronger,
To be able to accept that final day.
Three years ago tomorrow,
When Monty died today.
To cherish and remember
All that was good and dear.
About Monty,
who three years ago tomorrow
Died today.
The last day of February,
The 29th to be exact
Which tomorrow isn’t there
So, three years ago tomorrow,
Monty died today.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
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