Seeing ideas, hearing plans
feeling emotions
of
what could be
what I could accomplish
that
that I should start
to plan.
Smile gently
speak about my vision’s plan
hear
how I can execute
all those things
that’ll bring it to reality
more than just
a plan.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Another month starts today
Another path lies
Focused in some way
On the dream manifesting itself
In all waking, living things.
Gently, quietly step upon the step
That brings all you want, all you need
To the self that sings
Nature’s beauty
Daring, just to dream.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Dedicated to those that served and gave all
Dedicated to Sue, who has lost her beloved horse, Yorkie.
Our thoughts are with you.
I close my eyes just to feel my heart
Feel the pain
Please make it to depart
Lost to all never more to be
The call I loved and adored from thee.
Feel the sadness reign
Beginning down the path
Of no gladness, ecstasy
Only sadden, weeping pain.
You have gone, lost to me
Remorse is not the word
I need or want to see
Tears once of joy shattered
Left, gone no more to employ
Only rivers long, tragic and so deep
Flowing with overwhelming sadness
Do they weep.
Brought down to my knees
Blows of anguish
Anger
Morose disbelief.
Truly thought you’d live forever
Now know is never going to be
Love you ever
Ever please believe
Wanted never
You to leave me never
Ever leave me never please.
Now gone I oh so…
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Another month starts today
Another path lies
Focused in some way
On the dream manifesting itself
In all waking, living things.
Gently, quietly step upon the step
That brings all you want, all you need
To the self that sings
Nature’s beauty
Daring, just to dream.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Great expectations, wonder aloud.
Be in possession of all that is
Bought gently here, on a cloud.
No one will ponder, question or ask
But accept the greatness
One has within them to
Accomplish the task.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Gentle souls gently resting
Smiling faces greeting burdened souls
Open hearts embracing those that need
Gently raising gentle souls.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Battle as if it is your last
Incoming, incoming
Take no prisoners
Make sure you are the last
Standing
Never show that you are alone
Never show you care.
Battle hard
Use every weapon that you see
Leave nothing to chance
Or destiny.
Battle
Battle as if it is your last gasp
Never ever expect help to arrive
For you are the only one
Alive in your world
You must
You must survive.
Then you hear
A haunting call calming wind
And your breath is taken in
As you know
Someone great Is at the door
Someone you’ve never seen before.
Someone kind has come
To have your back
You can lay down
The weapons used to destruct
You can kneel and be kind
Knowing that you’re no longer
Or ever been
Alone.
Love is here embracing you
Treating life gently
With love coming from all around
Surrounding
Making you grow
Becoming the one you wanted
Always to know.
Battle not
Accept the love
You are not lost but found
Look all around.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Dedicated to Sue, who has lost her beloved horse, Yorkie.
Our thoughts are with you.
I close my eyes just to feel my heart
Feel the pain
Please make it to depart
Lost to all never more to be
The call I loved and adored from thee.
Feel the sadness reign
Beginning down the path
Of no gladness, ecstasy
Only sadden, weeping pain.
You have gone, lost to me
Remorse is not the word
I need or want to see
Tears once of joy shattered
Left, gone no more to employ
Only rivers long, tragic and so deep
Flowing with overwhelming sadness
Do they weep.
Brought down to my knees
Blows of anguish
Anger
Morose disbelief.
Truly thought you’d live forever
Now know is never going to be
Love you ever
Ever please believe
Wanted never
You to leave me never
Ever leave me never please.
Now gone I oh so weep
I steep my heart in sorrow
Feel your presence and
Tomorrow I’ll close my eyes
Just to feel my heart
As it bleeds and weeps.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Similar to all, unique in itself
Glory and strife part of the time
Needed to rhyme.
Glorious, glorious rhyme
Similar but not the usual
No, unique this glorious rhyme
Travelling
Travelling gently thru time.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Great expectations, wonder aloud.
Be in possession of all that is
Bought gently here, on a cloud.
No one will ponder, question or ask
But accept the greatness
One has within them to
Accomplish the task.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
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