Charged with energy
Moving making way
Bowing to an entity
I did not hear or say
Answering questions
I never did not ask
Frightened
With fervor on my face
That which I cannot mask.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013


Green leaves are what I see
Close by and far into eternity
Unfurling glorious green
Sometimes mixed with purple
Red or hunter green
Just to show magnificence
In the outlined sky supreme.
Glad to see leaves unfolding
Bringing life to silent trees
I’m sure all is okay today
And each and every other day
That leaves absorb sunshine
Blowing in the wind
Growing life there within.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013


Anger, frustration, chaos a maze
Struggling not to enslave
Power is paramount in this I crave
Out of the hill I find myself
Climbing so dazed.
Leave me be strong and right
In the thinking I need tonight
Figure a way out of this maze
See the opening you need
And you crave.
Make the right way happen
In front of my face
See the steps taken will lead the right way
Wisdom is crucial in this that I do
Be patient and wait for
The right answer too.
Fill you with glory, magnificent frame
See ugly wither and most likely drain
Straight down the hell hole where
To reside
And in all fairness probably find
Happiness there to hide.
Sweet, sweet refrain abide with me now
Lift up my spirits please show me how
Live in a world I have no power to change
Choose the right road down which
I can retain
All calmness and beauty whatever the game.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

Travel thru life
In a rushing way
Enjoy
Move on
Never stop to employ
Harshness or the madness
Of decay.
Laugh
Cry
Don’t deny
The wonder all around.
Travel at a warp speed
Teeth clenched
And
Eyes about to sneeze
Spreading a happy time
Enough to last a lifetime
For you
And
For me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013


Sunset rests and meditates
Sees life in all its states
Smiling sweetly, caressing care
This is needed, we must share.
Love of life not destitute
Living on the edge of gratitude
You are mine and I don’t care
To hold the reins of any old despair.
Travel thru bright, clear day
See the sunset rise
Filling hearts far into
Lovely evening tide.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

The end of day
Must make way
For the darkness
Of night.
Must believe
We will be alright
Chartering a course
Thru the blackness
Into board daylight.
We will be alright.
Travel light, focus
And you’ll be arriving
To the morning
Blessed for having
The quiet restfulness
Of a good dark night.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson 2013

One more day to go
One more day
And I’ll be away
Far, far away from
All that holds me
To this particular day.
I’ll smile and laugh
Life will just be a gas
It won’t last
But in one more day
It’ll be enough
To make me smile
For one more day.
Yes, one more day
And then I’ll be gone
Far, far away
In one more day.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

I have gotten old and grey
Wrinkles on my face display
Time has passed
And alas, that child
No longer runs and plays.
White hair cascades down my face
Leaving passing time to mark me
Full, I hope with grace
All this happening
With the passing of our time.
Our despair, our joyous care
Prepares us each and everyone
For this time when old and grey
See the life we lived
Full, each and every day.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013