Posts Tagged ‘Patrice’
August 22, 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
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August 21, 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
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August 20, 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
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August 19, 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
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August 18, 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
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August 15, 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
Posted in My Musings, Poetry | Tagged August, chickadee, cool, feeder, flowers bloom, hidden, nature photography, Patrice, Patrice Clarkson, shaking, shivering | 1 Comment »
August 11, 2014
Feeling the aftermath of a wonderful day
Pleasant people hearing words
That blend here and yesterday
Food made up, eaten just to pass the time
As thoughts of love and wonder fill the air
Bringing friends and strangers here together
In a amazing, wondrous day.
~ Patrice

Listen to us singing Happy Birthday to Ursa.
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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August 8, 2014

This day, this day is about to be
Whether happiness, heartache it will be
Greet it with joy
Greet it with ecstasy.
For the next day, tomorrow
May never be
You see this may be, the last day
The last day you see.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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