
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

I can see the words
They tell me of the time
When hearts were loved
And words all rhymed.
They tell me of the joy
The majesty and triumphant gladness
No casting of badness
No broken bones
Or hearts lost in a world
Filled with madness.
These words they fill the place
With love, beauty, grace
I accept the honour
Bestowed here upon me
Of seeing life with words that
Never conquer
Just for the sake of me.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

Sleep is good
We too must rest
Poised upon the heavenly crest
There to see
All the work we’ve done
And now must rest
Sleeping
Drooling on our chest.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012


Strangers meet
Smile and greet
Never again to see
One another
In this life
We know and be.
No remorse
No sadness
Nor gladness
Just strangers smiling
When they meet.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012


In the hospital
What’s the matter?
They are busy and I lie here
Can’t decipher all this clatter.
Pain is deep
But not a smatter
Compared to those around.
Want so dear not to be here
Go home, I want to go home
That is what’s the matter.
Looked in the mirror
An old lady peered
Looking back at me.
Smile at her, be nice to her
For she will be the one to get
You out of here.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

A child watches helplessly
As a hunter shoots her pet crow.
What part of that is Human Kind?
A teen is beaten about the head
Until she falls to the ground.
Kicked until she stands.
It then starts over again.
What part of that is Human Kind?
A young woman pleads
For her dog’s life
A rifle is pointed at her head
And she is told
‘Stop crying or I’ll shoot you too”.
What part of that is Human Kind?
Human Kind
Is when a police officer
Could have given a ticket
Towed the truck.
But instead
Leads you out of the dark
From lost back onto the right road.
That is Human Kind.
Human Kind
Is when four young men stop
To give a ride and support
To two young girls
One sobbing, stranded
Somewhere in the mountains
After being kicked out for refusing.
That is Human Kind.
Human Kind
Is when a friend
Wraps their arms around you
As you scream in anguish
Because a loved one has died.
That is Human Kind.
Human Kind
Is when a gentle soul
Helps you pick up the pieces
Of your broken heart
And put it back together.
That is Human Kind.
Be Human Kind.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

Yes, there is love.
There is beauty and magnificence.
I know.
I have experienced it.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012


Hear the water run
Hear it overflow.
Running down
The tree covered
Downslope.
Bringing fresh
And lasting life
To all it touches.
Bringing life
To those who live
Here upon the crest
Of ever life.
In hills of lovely
Lovely autumn life.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

Try to judge what is best for you.
What makes you happy.
Makes your day.
I believe this will bring countless miracles into this your life.
And those surrounding, loving you.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

Splish, splash
Running fast
Down the water
Running
Chasing those that swim
So fast.
Ducking
Diving
Hiding
Escaping jaws chasing
There in water running fast.
No chance of catching
They are evading.
Then something changes
One is separated
Forced up
On slick wet grass.
Holy cow!
Catch a fish so big
Is what I did.
But the question is
What do I do with it now?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012