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
Knowing who I am is hard to acknowledge
When the world tries its damnedest
To change what I am.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
I dreamed last night
And
I don’t know why.
I dreamed last night
Of a time gone by
Of power and might
And travel
At the speed of light.
I dreamed last night
The world is old
We have been here
For years untold.
I dreamed last night
Of losing power and might
Living
In bewilderment and strife.
I dreamed last night
From elsewhere we came
On a flash of light
Brightening the sky
Lighting the night.
This I dreamed last night.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
I may not be rich
BUT
I’m wealthy beyond my wildest dreams.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Always asking why
Not knowing
Why I ask
Or just what
The reason is.
Looking round
I see
So much to be
Thankful for
For me.
Can’t understand
Why
Why I’m always
Wondering
Asking why.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
When everything is obscure
Upside down
In the loo
How can I think
Pleasant thoughts
Laugh or cry with hilarity?
Nope
Not happening
Crushed, lonely
I trudge ahead
Feeling chains
Of impending dread
A smile cannot cross
My doomed face
All joy is gone
It’s been erased.
Why I live
Why I die
An answer comes
Slowly
As I cry.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Dedicated to those that served and gave all
Dedicated to Sue, who has lost her beloved horse, Yorkie.
Our thoughts are with you.
I close my eyes just to feel my heart
Feel the pain
Please make it to depart
Lost to all never more to be
The call I loved and adored from thee.
Feel the sadness reign
Beginning down the path
Of no gladness, ecstasy
Only sadden, weeping pain.
You have gone, lost to me
Remorse is not the word
I need or want to see
Tears once of joy shattered
Left, gone no more to employ
Only rivers long, tragic and so deep
Flowing with overwhelming sadness
Do they weep.
Brought down to my knees
Blows of anguish
Anger
Morose disbelief.
Truly thought you’d live forever
Now know is never going to be
Love you ever
Ever please believe
Wanted never
You to leave me never
Ever leave me never please.
Now gone I oh so…
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When I think
My heart, my soul
Believe the right will come
Will be bestowed.
When I think can’t think
About what could have been
Can’t speculate on how
It came about
What now has been.
When I think I open up
My heart, my soul
To the world’s best
The light that guides
That lets me hear
The way to go.
When I think all is done
My heart, my soul
Laugh and say
Don’t ever think the best is gone
Or all hope is dead.
When I think, I know
We will survive, we will grow
We will make a life
The envy of
My heart, my soul.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Only can hope and pray
That everything today
Everything
Will turn out okay.
~ Patrice
Good Luck America!
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Have you seen
The adventures that have been
Have you seen?
Have you seen anything
That would help alleviate the pain
Make the world a better place
Secure with all kinds of gain
Have you seen?
Have you seen all
That is laid out on the landscape
To the end
Of the world’s horizon line
Have you seen?
Have you seen
The things that I too
Have seen resting near and far
Part of nature’s plan
Living life growing right
Have you seen?
Have you seen
Have you seen, seen anything?
~Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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