The tic tock of the clock
goes on and on
holding me captive
with its sound.
The night is dark
the stars hidden away
still the clock ticks
ticks all thru the night
into day.
The pendulum swings
sounding on each hour
each day
signalling time passing
life drifting away.
With each tic
tic tock
my heart beats
beats to the rhythm
of that ticking clock.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Your heart is not stolen
Until
You meet a small puppy.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
All the pages are empty
All the lines are dry
No one hears the cries
Of a pen waiting
Waiting to tell the world
No lies.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
A day to reflect
a day to stay focused
on tomorrow
making it better than yesterday.
The hurts, wrongs and harms
done in the name
of a God
that would not condone
such tragedies in anyway.
Fill your heart with love
fill your soul with remorse
for the small
innocent children lying dead
in shallow, unmarked graves
undiscovered
til just yesterday.
They had done no wrong
snatched
from their mothers and fathers
one terrible
fateful day.
Send support
for survivors that made it thru
endured torture, harm unmitigated pain
for no reason
not ever, not never
in those horrible years
terrible days.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
I’ve heard the sound of the earth
Rocking too and fro
Even thou she doesn’t make a sound
I know the earth is there
I know her heart spins
Round and round
But still
She quietly stands
Stands still for me
I am
On solid ground.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Hope is eternal
Hope is strength
Take all good things that come your way
Hoping
Believing in a better day.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Strange things have happened
Strange things have been
Please Lord
Let me understand
Understand
All these things.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Thinking, wondering where I’ve been
And where
I’m going to go.
Then the road opens
The path seems clear
All I have to do is
Start from here.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
You heard me call
I didn’t say words needed
Not yesterday.
All was lonely, all was not right
You heard me call but turned away.
Words stung, they torn away
A facade built up way before today.
You heard me call and laughed away
The sights envisioned for tomorrow
Created just today.
I have stopped, I call no more
For words must be by someone else
It’s not my work, not anymore.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2021
I seek and find
A world full of happiness
Wonder
There I find.
No sorrow, sobs
Cries of destitute
Nor does anger find a place
To prey.
For in this world of magnitude
My heart’s taken away
My soul alive
Oh, how beauty thrives.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
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