Dismal failure
comes to mind
when I recite
a simple
nursery rhyme.
They speak of laughter
a joyous time
while in my heart
cries of disaster
no merry
nursery rhyme.
Dark place
that’s what I feel
what comes to mind
reciting
nursery rhymes.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
In another place, another time
This lady
Was my nursery rhyme.
She held me close, she kept me far
She taught me to believe
In my star.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Terrible things happen
In terrible times
Suffer and subjugate
Seems to be the way of life
In this certainly
Not a nursery rhyme.
Will I persevere
Will I see the light?
Questions, answers
Not seen tonight.
Maybe tomorrow
I’ll find my way
Maybe then joy will be
The cloud I ride upon
Spiriting me away.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
In another place, another time
This lady
Was my nursery rhyme.
She held me close, she kept me far
She taught me to believe
In my star.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Crisis crunch
Not a blessed thing I can do
Master anger here in charge
Not letting anyone disregard
All this mess spread about.
Anger, frustration
Does abound
Method used is not the one
Must change my options
Find someone who knows
Quiet, elegant all
Those wonder times.
Spend it there
Make it like a nursery rhyme
Full of happiness all the time
All the time
Make it a blessed nursery rhyme.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Spring has come and sweet blossoms blow
On a gentle breeze full of promise
Creating magic in this that could be
A nursery rhyme.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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