May 24th celebration has gone
used to be festivities
All day long.
Nothing, no more celebrating
Can’t understand
How could all this pass?
Used to be dancing, parties, sing-along
Fireworks and baseball
May 24th celebration, all day long.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
A turtle met me just today
While I was on my way
She wasn’t very cordial
Actually, awful antisocial.
Snapping, snapping
On what seemed
Her busy way.
The sun was shinning bright
On shell glistening
In the morning light.
What a time to see
A turtle there in front of me
She’s on her way
Must lay eggs today.
No time to doddle
No time to say
Good morning or good day
Must be on my way.
I met a turtle
Just today
A snapping turtle
By the way.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
If I could speak and say
To my younger self
The things I know today
I wouldn’t listen to myself
Berate and think I’m not worthy
Of love in anyway.
I’d say beauty doesn’t last
It fades away to something beautiful
Just in another way
What’s important now won’t be
In tomorrow’s day, so let it go
Let it fade away.
I’d tell her she’ll grow old
Live and laugh no matter what
Tragedy may come her way
That all she has to do is just love
Love and live each and everyday.
That’s what I would tell my younger self
If I could speak to her in
Yesterday.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Somewhere along the way
My heart bled and sadness, sorrow
Washed away.
Somewhere along the way
I don’t know where or will I stay
Near or far, far away.
Somewhere along the way
My heart bled and washed
All thoughts of you away.
Somewhere
Somewhere along the way.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Robin in the nest that be
Built an impressive place
For turquoise eggs to be
In their little comfy nest
Do rest
Patience be
Keep an eye on all
That may be around
To harm
This little nest that be
Tucked away
Hidden in leaves
Where no one sees
This little nest
A robin’s nest
That be.
~ Patrice
Happy Birthday Sharon
and many more!
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Why we do what we do
Never knew, never understood
Didn’t have a clue.
Standing here, standing there
More or less
Standing anywhere.
Keep me close, hold me far
Never say you did or didn’t
Do that.
Why not come, why not go
All is strange, but then
Who’s to know?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
When the world is empty
And no heart beats
The horrors we did
Will forever so speak.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Heaven help
The one that knows.
Heaven be there
When no one knows.
Heaven see
Love and beauty in the midst of anarchy.
Heaven please
Please help me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Flowing freely on the flow
Floating softly across the sky
Walking slowly around the bend
The funny thing is no one
Knows where I’ve been.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
My hearts a mess
There is no rest
No peace, no quiet.
Racing, racing on
Racing fast
How will I ever last?
When can I see
Peace
Quiet and dignity?
When will I feel
My heart pump
A slow, soft, quiet thump?
Can’t hold on
Can’t see
How I got here, how to leave.
All I see is
My hearts a mess
There is no rest, that’s all, all I see.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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