Sometimes
you follow your dreams
Sometimes
you do not
Sometimes
you’re lost
looking for the way
And
Sometimes
you feel the love
that
helps you, guides you
on
your way.
~ Patrice
@Patrice Clarkson – 2024


Tic tok, tic tok
goes the clock
throughout time
Tic tok, tic tok
does march on
through conflicts
and
happy, pasting times
Tic tok, tic tok
is all we hear
when we meet, love
and marry
Tic tok, tic toc
as
children play
old folks say words
lost in yesterday
Tic tok, tic tok
is what I hear the clock say
as time passes
passes away.
~ Patrice
@Patrice Clarkson – 2024



No more do I go
To the edge
Oh no, now I leap off
Into the unknown
Accepting everything will be okay
Trusting all
No more to hesitate
No more to wait
Nor stay on the edge
But
Leap, leap off with faith
No dread.
~ Patrice
@Patrice Clarkson – 2024

No more to see
Nothing left to do
Move on
And be filled with gratitude
For
Your heart is left intact
No breakage
No, nothing like that.
Count your blessings
Be in tune with
The steady march of time
It will take you to a place
You’ll be at peace
Nothing to regret
No, nothing like that.
~ Patrice
@Patrice Clarkson – 2024


I wonder, wonder where
The squirrel at the feeder
Came from.
Where the sun was before
It shone in the sky.
When people thought
That they may fly.
What was said when
The mountains fell.
As a earthquake opened up
And shattered the ground.
I wonder, wonder where
The answers can be found.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020


Listen to that little voice
That
Speaks inside your head
The soft, gentle sound
That tells
What’s right, what’s wrong.
The one who says
Which path to take
If you should
Go
Not hesitate, not wait.
When you find
The one
You think you love
She’ll tell you
If you need to stay
Or
If you should not walk
But run.
So listen
Listen to that little voice
She knows your heart
She knows
Knows what’s best.
Never lose that
Connection
Never ignore that voice
For
She says the wisest words
There
Inside your head.
~ Patrice
@Patrice Clarkson – 2024

Coffee taste
Lingers
The aroma whirls
Round my senses
No
Other feeling
Neither
Happiness
Nor
Dread
Can accommodate
Like this
In
My sleepy
Morning head.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
