Terrible Are The Times

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 Is In My Hands

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

The Words

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The words sit silent
Waiting to take a place
On a page, part of a sentence
A paragraph
Or just fill an empty space.

Never know what they are to be
Where they’re coming from
Placed upon the page
Uttered
From a pulpit
Graced by the shinning sun.

No matter, there they come
No longer waiting
The words have found their purpose
Their place, on a page, a paragraph
A voice
Greeting the morning sun.
~ Patrice

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The World Is Round

I have found
The world is round
What is done comes back
Comes back around
So don’t make it bad
Don’t make anyone sad
Cause back
It comes back around.

Make it happy
Carefree, filled with joy
Then when it comes back
Comes back around
Your soul will know
Truly
The world is round.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

Hummingbird

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Hummingbird safe on your journey be
Many pleasures I’ve had watching ye

Time has come and I must let it be
Trust your flight south is a safe journey

In the cool fall light you make yourself ready
Ready for that long flight

Flower to flower do you fly
Sharing pollen, drinking til dry

Maybe next summer I’ll see you again
Humming beneath flowering stems

Drinking sweet nectar alongside some bees
Enjoying the warmth and raising a family

Right now though, all I see is a hummingbird
Getting ready for that phenomenal journey

Wishing you safe, wishing you well
Make it there and please, come back as well.
~ Patrice  

Note: As I finished writing this poem and rereading it out loud out on our deck, a hummingbird came up so close i could feel the air movement from her wings on the side of my head. She hovered…

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So Much To Say

So much to say
So little paper to write it
All out
What so many people are talking
Laughing, talking about.

Suffice to say
When I find that scrap of paper
Filed somewhere
Yesterday
I’ll laugh, I’ll cry.

Because even then
I know there’s been
So much to say
So little paper to write it
All out.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

9/11 Angels

A solitary fire fighter stands amidst the rubble and smoke in New York City. Days after a Sep. 11 terrorist attack, fires still burn at the site of the World Trade Center. U.S. Navy Photo by Photographer’s Mate 2nd Class Jim Watson. (RELEASED)

 

9/11 will be seen
As a time of horror
Heartache
And oh, such bravery
When 9/11 angels were sent to heaven
Too much hate
No saving.

Buildings will dissipate
But lives lost or ruined
Will be remembered
Then, now and for decades
The reason lost on most, everyone
Not known why
Most of all by those who died
Really, not understood by anyone.

Life should not be deemed cheap
All life is sacred, revered
That is my belief
Say a prayer, pray for those
Who lost their lives
And those
Who were the reason.

For if we all can see
We must live together
Work together, love together
In peace and tranquillity
Then it will be ours forever
It will forever
Be.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019