Heaven help, heaven hold
the lost, the angry, the destitute
leave no one behind
let no one be lost
in the depths of heartache
at
all costs.
I have seen your light
I’ve reached, taking hold
embracing all it’s warmth
it’s love
for an eternity
untold.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
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
I have found
The world is round
what comes up
must
go down
No teetering
on the edge
no long drop off
just
round and round
What comes
goes
then
comes back around
I know
I know
The world is round.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
The necessity has come
Has gone
All that’s left is
Beyond my grasp, my hold
It’s gone
It’s gone.
Make no mistake
I needed all
But holding on
Wasn’t me
Wasn’t
What I could become
No, no
Not at all.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
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
I feel
The flesh of my skin
Warming
To the now coming
Spring
I see
My legs run
Across a path
Laden with flowers
Beauties of
Spring
I hear
A call echoing thru
my chest
Of geese making their flight
To reaches north
In the now here
Spring
No more
To wonder
No more to wish
My body knows winter is lost
Chased away
By beautiful, glorious
Spring.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
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
Hoping for a way to belong
belong to the day
I see
unfolding
Reach the morning light
caress softly the fleeting sunset
feel the rain
let the wind blow
empty
hollow thoughts away
as
I embrace the magnificence
of an ever-changing
landscape
This is where
I want to stand
my feet firmly planted
belonging
in
this day, this world
this land.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
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 seek but will I find
The lost, hidden
The divine.
No path is shown
No way is clear
Trudging onward
Holding on to thoughts
Of what may be
Near.
Maybe passed by
Shrugged off
Not
Realizing
Sometimes
Good things
Stand
Being there for me
To embrace
Hiding
In
Plain sight.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
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