All three in a row
Sitting, resting nowhere to go.
Pleasant and mild
The height of haute style
Sitting, resting
Certainly to be there awhile.
Ah, doesn’t it make you smile.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013


Today someone died a long time ago
He changed my life
The course of things that could have been
And my time with him
May not have been so smooth
But I remember him
Yes, I remember him from so long ago.
Adieu, may peace and God be with you
My love, my friend adieu.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

Going back over the past
Seeing things different
Now that I’m relaxed.
Joy sometimes
Anger and anguish at other
But these emotions
These emotions are mine.
I’ll filter with joy, anger and anguish
All those emotions that are mine
While relaxed, going back, thru the past.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

See the words on the page
Bring them out from where they lie
Sing their lovely, lilting song
As you gently nudge to where they belong.
See words filled with wondrous thoughts
No sadness or hateful things
Just beauty radiating, singing
Now and into spring.
Bring these words to the page
Let them shout, sing their happiness
Here and all about
These beauty words you’re bringing out.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

We must remember with hearts filled
With emotion seeing the way
Those who fought for freedom
On this very day.
Somber moments seeking the truth
Listening heartbeats showing the route.
You battled in cold, fought in the dark
Never once saying no more, so far.
Onward, forward you did advance
Not thinking or fearing any consequence.
Battles are fought, some never won
But moments of glory reign
Showing the courage
Of our daughters, our sons.
Hold that courage proudly
You stood in the moment
You wear the battle scar.
All I can do is salute and give honour to
The brave soldier you are.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013


Burr it’s cold
Burr what’s next
To unfold?
Wind is blowing
Leaves are gone
Flocks of geese
Not to be found.
Winter today could unfold
Cause burr, burr
It’s really cold.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013


Feels good
This membership in a club
Called love.
Keeps me serene
Surrounded
By a lasting theme.
Grateful
Know it needs to be
To keep me in my sanity.
Genuine
Nothing speaks better truth
Better than anything
Anything else.
Please
Keep me humble
In the midst
Of all your loving care.
Feels good.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

