Quickly, busy, get it done
Figure out how without a scowl
Quickly, busy, get it done.
Rejoice in life, let it flow
Sacrifice not one iota
Of those things that make you whole
Quickly, busy, get it done.
You’re not the Father, nor the Son
You are you
The only you, the only one
So quickly, busy, get it done.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Snow falling down as we once again sing
That snow falling song.
It goes on and on
No end to the cold winter song
All about more snow falling
Coming down.
We’d sacrifice to have no more ice
Oh God, that would be nice!
Or freezing rain clogging
Icing over the runoff drain.
Think we’ve had enough
But that’s not up to us
So better grab a snow shovel
Clear the winter rubble
Singing the never ending
Snow falling song.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Feel myself spiralling down
Feel the sadness all around.
Morose behaviour I have found
Doesn’t let me feel a better way
Just seems I am bound
To trudge alone, spiralling down.
But maybe
Come to terms with who I am
No more sacrifice
Know the person that I know
I know I am.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
One back to another
Mirroring
Echoing the other.
Amazing thing is
This that allows us to be
One to another is
No sacrifice or be nice
Just being no one
But yourself and
Living, existing to see
One back backing up
Another.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Give me strength
Power and might
To do what
in my heart
I know is right.
No sacrifice
Is too great
When in the end
I’ve done the things
I know are right.
Pain and anguish
May be mine
But if my heart
Turns sad to love
Then it’s right.
So please
Give me strength
Power and might
To do that which
In my heart
I know is right.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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
Sacrifice nothing
Join in the fight of your life.
Rain patters down in a trickle of might.
The ground is a maze, hard to decipher
Which is right and really does matter.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
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