Don’t see the world in black and white.
Make it the colour of delight.
Make it pink.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

Don’t see the world in black and white.
Make it the colour of delight.
Make it pink.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

Blessed we be
Blessed we’re not
Hold on or you may
Lose that thought.
Brilliant yes
Certainly bold
Smile a lot never frown
The world is here
And it is round.
See the gleam on
A sharp edged sword
Slicing hatred
And spreading love
We’ve been told.
With the Lord
Blessed we be
And certainly not
All alone in
This our sacred lot.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012


Small and quiet
Liberal and free
I’d like to think
This is me.
Smile a lot
Exercise and be
Part of the world
That likes to be me.
No one can do things
Just like me
So celebrate, rejoice
In being me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

A bear in my chair
Oh what a scare
No one would dare
Tell the bear in my chair
he shouldn’t be there
But guess he can go
About anywhere.
A bear in my chair
It’s creaking and groaning
Under the weight of that bear
That bear in my chair.
Oh I swear
I never would go there
And sit in my chair
With that bear still there.
How and where
Did that bear get there?
To sit in my chair
A bears’ still there
He doesn’t care
It’s my chair.
That nasty old bear
That sits in my chair
How dare that bear
That nasty old bear
Who just sits in my chair!
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

Bad time in a bad place
See love, feel hate
In my head or just a state
Hard to focus and to create.
Bad time in a bad place.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

Anger is nowhere.
See it for what it is.
Put it in a box and send it somewhere.
Somewhere far out in space
where it can’t hurt anyone, anymore.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012


Your book will be written
Your poems submitted
And your art will soar.
Smile, laugh
This is your time
To roar.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

Travel thru your experiences and believe.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012


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