When I hear the bell
My heart stands
Stands still.
My breath gasps
When
When I hear the bell.
No sounds sing
No voice cries
Words worth keeping.
Only
Only nothing
Nothing.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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When I Hear The Bell
November 30, 2016
Where Will It End
November 28, 2016
Where will it end? Where did it begin?
Answer not there
Nor has it been
Obvious to us watching
Listening in.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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We All Sit Here
November 22, 2016
We all sit here
Giving not a thought of summer’s hot
Seeds drop here and there
We flutter about with what seems
Not a care
Blissful in winter’s coat
We peck and munch
No time to crack a silly joke.
Santa’s’ coming soon
We hear
But to him we don’t give a care
For we see him
Flying in
Bringing packages
None which
Are for me, you, I or him,
We just sit here
Eating seeds
Life’s good it appears
It seems.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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I Dreamed Last Night
November 18, 2016
I dreamed last night
And
I don’t know why.
I dreamed last night
Of a time gone by
Of power and might
And travel
At the speed of light.
I dreamed last night
The world is old
We have been here
For years untold.
I dreamed last night
Of losing power and might
Living
In bewilderment and strife.
I dreamed last night
From elsewhere we came
On a flash of light
Brightening the sky
Lighting the night.
This I dreamed last night.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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When Everything Is Obscure
November 14, 2016
When everything is obscure
Upside down
In the loo
How can I think
Pleasant thoughts
Laugh or cry with hilarity?
Nope
Not happening
Crushed, lonely
I trudge ahead
Feeling chains
Of impending dread
A smile cannot cross
My doomed face
All joy is gone
It’s been erased.
Why I live
Why I die
An answer comes
Slowly
As I cry.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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Have You Seen
November 7, 2016
Have you seen
The adventures that have been
Have you seen?
Have you seen anything
That would help alleviate the pain
Make the world a better place
Secure with all kinds of gain
Have you seen?
Have you seen all
That is laid out on the landscape
To the end
Of the world’s horizon line
Have you seen?
Have you seen
The things that I too
Have seen resting near and far
Part of nature’s plan
Living life growing right
Have you seen?
Have you seen
Have you seen, seen anything?
~Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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I Can See The Words
November 4, 2016I can see the words
They tell me of the time
When hearts were loved
And words all rhymed.
They tell me of the joy
The majesty and triumphant gladness
No casting of badness
No broken bones
Or hearts lost in a world
Filled with madness.
These words they fill the place
With love, beauty, grace
I accept the honour
Bestowed here upon me
Of seeing life with words that
Never conquer
Just for the sake of me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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Why I Heard The Call
November 3, 2016Why I heard the call
Is news to me
Listening to the answer
Is beyond all that makes
Me me.
Don’t know the reason
Or if it’s part of destiny
Making life an honour
Lived with all my heart
My being.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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Tortured Thoughts
November 2, 2016
Tortured thoughts
Ricochet thru my mind
Leaving harrowing things harbouring
Crying
Those that I don’t like to find.
Why have they come?
Why won’t they go?
I need not believe in their anger
Vengeance
I need not tow all this piled up
This awful collection of
Tortured thoughts.
~ Patrice
© Patrice clarkson – 2016
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Human Kind
October 28, 2016A child watches helplessly
As a hunter shoots her pet crow.
What part of that is Human Kind?
A teen is beaten about the head
Until she falls to the ground.
Kicked until she stands.
It then starts over again.
What part of that is Human Kind?
A young woman pleads
For her dog’s life
A rifle is pointed at her head
And she is told
‘Stop crying or I’ll shoot you too”.
What part of that is Human Kind?
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Human Kind
Is when a police officer
Could have given a ticket
Towed the truck.
But instead
Leads you out of the dark
From lost back onto the right road.
That is Human Kind.
Human Kind
Is when four young men stop
To give a ride and support
To two young girls
One sobbing, stranded
Somewhere in the mountains
After being kicked out for refusing.
That is Human Kind.
Human Kind
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