Method of approach may be different, but we all want the same things from life.
Love and acceptance.
To feel nurturing from our mothers.
Guidance from our fathers.
Companionship, devotion, caring and love from all we love.
And hopefully, love us in return.
Some may rage. Some may quietly glide thru. Others plan and scheme.
No matter.
We all are seeking the same.
Be gentle with your fellow travellers and may they be gentle with you.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
My method of approach
Is beyond reproach
As I stagger
To fill the seams
Of a very realistic dream.
May I dip down deep
Within the mound
Of all the thoughts and schemes
I’ve acquired throughout
The travels thereabouts.
In a quest to fulfill
My very realistic dreams.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Life begins fresh and new
Life ends sometimes
Without love renewed.
No one knows
Why or how
Life makes my life
The way it is.
Life begins and ends
And in between
My life is lived.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
You can live
In your perfect little house
On your perfect little street
Surrounded by perfect little people
In your perfect little town
Nestled in the perfect little countryside.
Or
You can live the life
That brings you fulfilment
And satisfaction.
Even if its in that
Perfect little house
On your perfect little street
Surrounded by perfect little people
In your perfect little town
Nestled in the perfect little countryside.
It’s your choice. Only yours.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Doesn’t matter how you got there.
Just that you did.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Venture to the north
Up pass the fork
Lined with hibiscus trees.
Gently touch the pure
And quiet soul
Of those that tread this way
So many years ago.
Theirs is the heart
That beats
In the presence
Of all majesty you meet.
On this journey
Taken to be whole
Up north
Where the hibiscus grow.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Here I am again
In the bowels of refrain
Feeling totally full of disdain
For the powers that feel
They are in charge.
And will not let the world
Run or follow the sun
Into happiness singing
A purely joyous refrain.
Make it happen
Make the power be you
And sing not disdain
Full of joyous happiness
In this your refrain.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Here I be
Don’t think
You’ve seen
The last of me.
For here I be
Right where I’m
Suppose to be
You don’t scare
Or terrify me.
Not me
For here I be
Right here
Inside of me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
A turtle met me just today
While I was on my way
She wasn’t very cordial
Actually, awful antisocial.
Snapping, snapping
On what seemed
Her busy way.
The sun was shinning bright
On shell glistening
In the morning light.
What a time to see
A turtle there in front of me
She’s on her way
Must lay eggs today.
No time to doddle
No time to say
Good morning or good day
Must be on my way.
I met a turtle
Just today
A snapping turtle
By the way.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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