Pathetic and sad
He goes forth
The essence of bad.
No one curtails
No one dare tell
The evil one
He is going to wither
In hell.
He doesn’t know
It doesn’t have to be so
He could be happy
And glad.
All that’s required
Is to be open, generous
Considerate and mostly
Not angry, bitter
Or sad.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
This may have been written after a terrible tragedy in 2018 but my thoughts and prayers are the same now for the Ukrainian people who have suffered so terribly much.
My Deepest Sympathies to the families, friends
All who know victims in yesterday’s horrific tragedy
My prayers go out to you
To the ones whose lives were brutally cut short
Those injured
For no reason.
No sane reason.
You are in my thoughts, my words, my prayers and my heart. ❤
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Aww yes, still true today
Trying to make
All my work complete
Make things tidy
Tidy and neat
Exhaustive work
Mental trying times
When and where
Did I get so much
So much to do
In so little time?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Clouds part, sun rises
Filling all hearts
With peace
Warmth and gratitude.
Joy comes to mind
As day winds down
Folding into night
Star studded.
Holding tight
Precious souls
In their solitary walk
Through life.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
I’m not sure what I’ll write
Something about yesterday
Maybe something
That will occur tonight.
No rules in place
No sayings to follow
Just hear that soft voice speak
And my writing, my words
They follow.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
I wonder what
I will say
What I’ll see
In the morning
Unfolding
Just before me.
No breath is taken
Carelessly
Holding on
Moving forward
Knowing I have
Heaven and earth
Backing me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
I remember memories
Both sad and joyous
Memories
They come to me
When I don’t notice
Memories
My mind will be elsewhere
And suddenly they’re there
Memories
Real or imagined
Staring at me
Laughing hysterically
Memories
Nothing seems to matter
Cause I remember
Memories.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Terrible times do occur
Marching lines, men’s faces obscure
No more joy, lightly skipping breeze
Heartache, morse pretty bleak.
Then the sun shines oh so bright
Lighting the way both day and night
No more tears, sadness blame
All is well once again.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Ever wonder why?
Ever think things happen
On a line
You can’t deny?
Ever wonder why
Answers come
But don’t seem to be
The ones asked
Or seen technically?
Ever wonder, wonder why?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
As I sit here facing life
Must decide my mission
The way I choose
To ride the ups and downs
The about face
The turnarounds
No road is straight
No path without a winding curve
Negotiate
Living life on your own terms.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
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