Razor’s Edge Bentley
You gave your heart
You gave it all
Gentle kindness was not all
Power, wise and strong
You did it all, you did no wrong
Stubborn some say, but a few
A wonder dog named Benny
That was you.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Today is the day which is the Birthday of a special little girl in my life
Love her
The BEST, the BEST
Happy Birthday!
Dear Ursa
From us and all the rest.
~Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
My heart wonders where you’ve been
Loved you, lost you, can’t begin.
Anger, sadness creeping in
Gentle kindness hidden somewhere then.
Feel the touch of hearts afire
Smouldering eyes, full of desire.
No one knows where it goes
Bumpy, hilly, soft or kind, rocky crevice ours to find.
Now must go where hearts do flow
No troubles, no big or little cares I’ll know.
For you see, you’ll be in my dreams tonight
Full of love, wonder, so much delight.
There with trembling lips we’ll gently kiss
Sharing loving, sweet night bliss.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Feeling the fruits of my malay
Pulling there and this way
Struggling to be free, struggling to be me
In this fight that wants to control
The very essence
That makes up this body and fills my soul.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
So much has changed
The world is not, not the same.
Death, anger, disarray
Where do I belong in this change
Playing out on what seems a sunny day.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Getting old
Is not for the mild or meek
Tough road lies ahead bolstered
From those already dead.
Aches and pains constant
Even if only in your head
Hip replaced, arteries clogged
Fingers arthritic and sometimes
The mind is just a smog.
That’s when you think of yesterday
Fill your heart with thoughts
That only knew life in a form of play.
Getting old
Will or won’t take those times away.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Temporary, that’s what they say
Lasting longer, not happening
No way, no way.
Savour while it lasts
Then go about
Go about your day.
Knowing the best has come
Has visited you
Visited you and stayed.
Just a little while
A little while
Today.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
So cool today a chickadee came
To where the feeder should be
She looked and looked
Then took a flight around
Just to check no seeds were hidden
Near or on the ground.
It’s only August, too soon for seeds
Flowers bloom in all their majesty
But honestly, look closely
I see them shivering
Shaking in the breeze.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
We crawl til we can walk
We walk til we can run
We run til we are done.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Bright sky glistens in the trees
Flowers reach and bees consume
Nectar rich in sweet, sweet bounty
Gentle smells, sounds relaxing
When breezes carry ease to me
The mighty sun looks down
And sees.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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