Going back over the past
Seeing things different
Now that I’m relaxed.
Joy sometimes
Anger and anguish at other
But these emotions
These emotions are mine.
I’ll filter with joy, anger and anguish
All those emotions that are mine
While relaxed, going back, thru the past.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
See the words on the page
Bring them out from where they lie
Sing their lovely, lilting song
As you gently nudge to where they belong.
See words filled with wondrous thoughts
No sadness or hateful things
Just beauty radiating, singing
Now and into spring.
Bring these words to the page
Let them shout, sing their happiness
Here and all about
These beauty words you’re bringing out.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
We must remember with hearts filled
With emotion seeing the way
Those who fought for freedom
On this very day.
Somber moments seeking the truth
Listening heartbeats showing the route.
You battled in cold, fought in the dark
Never once saying no more, so far.
Onward, forward you did advance
Not thinking or fearing any consequence.
Battles are fought, some never won
But moments of glory reign
Showing the courage
Of our daughters, our sons.
Hold that courage proudly
You stood in the moment
You wear the battle scar.
All I can do is salute and give honour to
The brave soldier you are.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Burr it’s cold
Burr what’s next
To unfold?
Wind is blowing
Leaves are gone
Flocks of geese
Not to be found.
Winter today could unfold
Cause burr, burr
It’s really cold.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
What happened to tomorrow
When did it become yesterday?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Feels good
This membership in a club
Called love.
Keeps me serene
Surrounded
By a lasting theme.
Grateful
Know it needs to be
To keep me in my sanity.
Genuine
Nothing speaks better truth
Better than anything
Anything else.
Please
Keep me humble
In the midst
Of all your loving care.
Feels good.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Mystery is the key
To unlocking the wonders dwelling deep inside of thee.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Never in November
Never again
Never remember
Those awful times when.
Put ’em in a closet
Shut the door
And stay away.
Cause
Never in November
Is just another day.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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