I seek to find
the world
in a place divine
No hatred
killing
ever creeping slime
Caring places all
on the pedestal of sincere
and right
Full of joy
laughter
cuddling thru the night
This is where I want to be
this is how
all things should turn
A place I’ll seek, I’ll look
I’ll find
in a world most divine.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
The telltale signs are here
And
Then they go
Hidden deep beneath
The ever flow.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Taste the scent of life
Seeking to live in a chaotic world
With no stress nor strife
A feat some think unsurmountable
But possible if you taste
That scent that brings
All possibilities to life.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Remember to love
And
Respect thy self.
Let no man, woman or child
Be above the love you show
Yourself.
For if you are lost
To the thoughts of another
You are lost to you.
Hard as it may be
Love with gentleness
Respectfully.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
You have the answer
You have the way
To bring joy and happiness
Into this world
Making a better place
Now and everyday.
No words of commitment
No promises uttered
In any way
Just moving forward
Taking each and every step
Accomplishing a better day.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Dead leaves fall
Blowing
In the breeze
Falling to the grass
Floating
In the stream.
Dead leaves fall
Gathering
On the deck
And
Beneath barren trees.
Dead leaves fall
While children
Laugh
As they frolic in those
Now dead leaves.
That fell
That
Fall.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
I must
reach for the best
I must
know that tenderness
will bring joy and happiness
I must
make my world turn
with kindness, not hate
I must
I must seek
search, participate.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
No one seems to know
nor do they understand
the way to heaven
is always open
That
it’s there
Always
at their command.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
A hummingbird came
he sat
on the stair
his words were luscious
I knew he was there.
The beat of his wings
the flow of his heart
moved me to tears
I bowed down
I cried
I cried a lot.
For no more til spring
will I hear those sounds
as snow falls
baring down
on a land bleak
where
no hummingbird sounds.
Then
the snow will melt
the heavens wake
and
on his journey back
the hummingbird makes.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Holding on to memories
I shared with you
Some good, some bad
We danced in sync
In a dance of life
We had
Just we two.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
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