Would you be mine
til the end of time?
Would you hold me close
taking no notice of how long a time?
Would you love me more than
Julius to Cleopatra or just as much
if not more?
Would the sweet scent of love
fill your nostrils evermore?
Leaving nothing else
to take your breath away?
Cause my love
I will love you forever
Ever, in this way.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Feeling the anger, the pain
Of not being the answer
To what drains the life
From my world, my heart, my family
All that encompasses
Contains.
Could it be tomorrow
When things change, answers answered
The world full of laughter, families together
And nothing, no feeling
That everything is circling
A filthy, dirty drain.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
In these times of strife, anger, hatred and racism, maybe, maybe this is the answer.
– Bruce Adams/Daily Mail
Maybe together
We can master the stage
We’ve been put upon.
Maybe Together
We can find true love
And lasting memories
To call upon.
Maybe Together
We’ll reach out and find
The place, the kind that’ll propel us
To the next human sweetness
Human kind.
Together forever
Maybe together
We’ll find.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Everyday I see something
That resembles twelve
Part of nature, earth, sky
The clouds.
Breathing in, breathing out
Spectacular
as I turn
Whirl about.
Maybe tomorrow
I’ll understand, take it all in
Then tell the rest of the world
What it’s all about.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Ghosts and goblins
Race and run
Trick or treating
Oh, such fun.
Tomorrow they’ll be
Just too full
From eating many
Many tasty treats.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Terrible are the times
Foresaken
In front of me
Married to the anguish
Instilled, harboured
Within my history.
When it is vanquished
Laid to rest
Then and only then
Will living really begin
And loving be
The best.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
My Fortune I suppose
Is in my hands
The coming and going
Of goodness, happiness
Is in my command.
No soaked coat
Laden with anger
Can cover me
Or make my way
A forsaken land.
I will, I can
See my fortune ahead
Waiting
Waiting to take my hand.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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