My heart does pump and thump
the core of me
my beating heart.
Onward she goes with no breath taken
alive making no mistakes
my beating heart.
Commanding all with every beat
giving living life while being discreet
my beating heart.
She works in sync without a stop
oh how I need you
my dear beating heart.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Beauty
Beauty
Beauty
Beauty comes
Showering
Thru my window
Straight into
My waiting heart
No hesitation
Or startled start
Just
Calm enveloping
All that beats
Feeling love
Putting beauty
In
My beating heart.
~ Patrice
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Beauty
Beauty
Beauty
Beauty
Beauty
Beauty
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
My heart is heavy
She feels so old
So many stories
How many more
To be told?
She ticks and beats
She has survived
She seen joys
She has cried.
Blood fills
Pulses to
My mind, hands, feet
And back thru.
How many more thumps
Does she have
Not mine to know
Just glad I have her
I have
My beating heart.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Beauty
Beauty
Beauty
Beauty comes
Showering
Thru my window
Straight into
My waiting heart
No hesitation
Or startled start
Just
Calm enveloping
All that beats
Feeling love
Putting beauty
In
My beating heart.
~ Patrice
BeautyBeauty
Beauty
Beauty
Beauty
Beauty
Beauty
Beauty
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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