Poppies grow
On the hill
Down the valley
And across the road.
No one knows
How many bow
Giving homage
To those that fell.
Giving their lives
For us to be free
Never once stopping
Turning back round
No, such brave ones
Onward they’d go.
I honor and bow
To the sacrifice they gave
As poppies bow silently
There, at their graves.
Brave men and women
Thank you, is all I can say
For what you have given
I honor you this and all days.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Yet Again
This is it. This is all
Down to earth
Hear them call
Move about
Hear them shout
This is it, this is all.
No matter that
You can’t believe
There in front of you
You perceive
This is it, this is all.
Embrace it fondly
Hold it close
No second chance
To have a boast
This is it, this is all.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Human is what we are.
Kind is what we strive to be.
Thus, making us for all eternity
Humankind.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Smokin’ Joe Frazier
Died in the night
A mighty man
In a mighty time.
Never knew or met the man
But the man I’ve heard of
And people spoke of
Was a mighty, mighty good man.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Storybook telling, storybook ending
Endeavor to know the lines so well
The costs are dear
The consequences many
Join the ranks
Of the countless enemy
Foe to foe bring it on
Marry the rule
Continue on
Yours to tell
Mine to listen
Storybook telling
Endless ending song.
Why should we know?
Why should we be
Here, in the land
Of no beginning?
Sally forth
Muddle through
Storybook telling
In the midst
Of a storybook ending
Song.
You are right
I was wrong
Not so much starting
But feeling the throng
Of that very sad ending
That untold ending
In a storybook telling
Of so long ago
Endless, ending song.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Please be here with me dear Creator. Journey with me thru the dark passages, emerging into the light of redemption. Secure, knowing I have had you with me to guide and show me my path.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Ride the mighty steed
In a race of grand giants.
Win the gold in a story
Only you can unfold.
Conquer fears
With the might
You’ve already won.
Claim your right
And the mighty steed
Will carry you far
Into this starry night
Outcome .
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
We have friends we don’t know.
They are by our side even when we don’t see or feel their presence.
Accept that when you need, they are there.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Let it begin with me. Me, to see what must be done and to start the process. This is my responsibility, my mission, my duty, my joy and life.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Sprinkle down the precipitous
Falling down the cliff
Catch a hold of the abyss
See what falling stories hold.
Mighty energetic
Free fall form to keep
Grasp a hold of solid ground
See what does unfold
Here in the deep.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
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