The beauty of a sunset
Filtered sun falling thru
The splendour of the sea
Nothing can impress
Like the world around of me.
No one will see the ugly
No one can forsaken me
For in my opinion
My heart is an untold wonder story
That I’m settling down to read.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Let the memories thrive
In my head, my heart
Our lives.
Let them not control
The moments now
Nor allow me to live a lie.
But exist with their thoughts
To survive, to strive
To be alive.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Soldiers march
Feet hitting the ground
Sending thunder, fear
That does resound
In a heart filled in ache
Pity and pain
All those things not needed
But
Unfortunately
Part of the refrain.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Would you strive for tomorrow
If you were content in today?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
My pen writes what I say
My pen never questions
The words I put down.
Anyone can use
My pen
It doesn’t care but writes
What the fingers share.
My pen
Follows along
Putting down the thoughts
Without it the words would
Be long, long gone.
My pen
Is always there
Then its done
And I get another one
My pen.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Nuclear happenings
Frightening times
Holding our breath
Letting rational minds
Take control
Taking the time
To build a better world
Where happenings
Are not just a crime.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
The world has come
And
In the process of go
Where
I don’t know
I’ll follow along
And
Hang on tight
For I’ve nowhere else
To go.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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