Can’t Understand

Can’t understand
Why the world allows
Sickness
Sadness to have command.

Can’t understand
How we got from here
To a place with no grace
No gentle kind.

 Can’t understand
Can’t understand
~ Patrice

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I Did Not See

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I did not see
I did not know
The courage inside I’d have to show.
~ Patrice

Lucy alerted her mom and saved her life.

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Fly Away, Fly Away

Fly away, fly away

The day is unfolding
The temperature’s cold
Not smouldering

Fly away, fly away

Come back
Amid spring flowers
For now is the time
Time to fly

Fly away, fly away.
~ Patrice

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I Understand

I understand
I must be truthful, honest
And
Of course full of courtesy.

My question is… 

Does that entitle me
To a blessed life
Or
One that’s just ordinary?
~ Patrice

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Busy Thinking

Busy thinking of
All the things
That must be done
The minutes needed
Time left over
Is next to none.

Busy thinking how
Can I complete all this
Then remember
In this world
In the scheme of things
All will be done.

Busy thinking
It will be accomplished
When its needed
When I need
Just need
All these things.
~ Patrice

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I Forgot

I have not forgot and hoping for a better world to come. In which we share love, courtesy, appreciation and forgiveness ❤

 

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I forgot
What day this was
I forget if a saddened sun shone
I forget what I had for lunch.

But
I didn’t forget the thousands that did die
I didn’t forget those that did get out alive
I haven’t forgot you helped those survive.

I can not forget the clouds of smoke
Rising ash, people stunned, sirens wailing
Unholy hell reigning
It seemed to last I have not forgot.

I can not forget
A silence as planes flew into concrete
Smashing trust, crushing hopes
This I won’t and have not forgot.
~ Patrice

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A Hummingbird Came

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A hummingbird came
To my window yesterday
She pleaded and begged
Me not to put away
That feeder which fills
Her each, everyday.

She needs calories
To fly away
On an epic journey
To warm, hot lands
Far far away.

Maybe tomorrow
She’ll leave
Before the snow flies
And the leaves
Are deceased.

So now, today
She pleads
Fill it up, leave it be
Help her get ready
For her long, long
Epic journey.
~ Patrice

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