Beginning a new year
A new day
Leaving all that’s bad
In yesterday.
Bringing with me
Only love and joy
Created there
In my yesterday.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017

Beginning a new year
A new day
Leaving all that’s bad
In yesterday.
Bringing with me
Only love and joy
Created there
In my yesterday.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017

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

I don’t know
Nor will I be
Entrenched in anything
Filled with misery
I won’t call
Weep or wail
Sad words
They won’t prevail.
Marching on
Marching forward
Taking positive
Shielding my soul
From all
Nothing more
Than
A coward.
See that light
Feel it fill the sky
Warm my heart
Pour radiance
Throughout the world
Bring glad tears
Healing
To my eyes.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

In loving memory of Wanda, Siegrun and all those that we have lost in this year ❤️❤️❤️
When I think all is lost
You come and hold me.
You give me strength
When I feel so weak
You give me hope
A chance to speak
The words that heal me.
My heart’s not broken
It mends, it sees me
Go ahead with life
With you beside me.
~ Patrice
In memory of Monica – Rest in Heavenly Peace
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

I may no longer
Be firmly in your presence
I may be a memory now
Only a thought
A time in your life.
But I’m still here
In that thought
or a glint in your eye
A soft word spoken
To show, to guide.
No longer can I caress
With a hand you can see
But I’m here
Feel my breath as the breeze
Blows gently
That’s me.
Hear my heart
Now silent beat
When you see
A beautiful flower
A tree bend in the wind
Hear me.
No sad words need to be said
Over top of the berth
I now call my bed
For I have gone
To a place full of grace.
Kindness, radiant
Loving light fill this world
I’m now in
Gentle ones share, care
They hold me in.
Please don’t despair
Because I’m no longer there
In a form you’ve known
For I’m here
I’m still here.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

We all sit here
Giving not a thought of summer’s hot
Seeds drop here and there
We flutter about with what seems
Not a care
Blissful in winter’s coat
We peck and munch
No time to crack a silly joke.
Santa’s’ coming soon
We hear
But to him we don’t give a care
For we see him
Flying in
Bringing packages
None which
Are for me, you, I or him,
We just sit here
Eating seeds
Life’s good it appears
It seems.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016


I may not be rich
BUT
I’m wealthy beyond my wildest dreams.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

Knowing who I am is hard to acknowledge
When the world tries its damnedest
To change what I am.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

Halloween comes creeping
To the door
All withered, stooped asking for
Trick or treat
Maybe something more
Smiling toothless face leering
Into vacant space
Blood dripping onto gruesome cheek
Screeching voices crack the night
Laughing hysterically
No remorse if no treat tonight.
Now fear is my plight
Quickly shove
The treat out the door
Into grasping bags
Til no more
Smiling it seems in pleasant surprise
When in fact I fear I have died
Slam the door
Lock it quick
Make sure there is no trick.
Cut the lights
Curtains drawn
Sit in darken space
Hoping monsters, witches
Will not be back
Nor leave some gruesome trace.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016