The World’s Round

I have found
The world’s round 

How profound 

Thought it was flat
I’d be falling off the edge
Holding on, grasping 
Dangling 

That’s what I thought 

Then I walked
I walked and walked
Coming back round
To where I found

The start 

Never falling off
No, I made it back
Cause the worlds’ round
It isn’t flat 

And that is that. 
~ Patrice  

@Patrice Clarkson – 2023

The World Spins

The world spins 
Swirls around 
How we stand up is
Extremely profound. 

Not a sound is heard 
It’s all underground 
Just spinning thru space 
How exciting 
How profound. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

Melancholy

 

 

Melancholy raining, dripping down
No obvious reason can be found
Spreading cross the quiet landscape
Resting briefly on a innocent face
Then running down
On tears of those lost, wandering round.

Maybe someday a bright sun will shine
Dark, foreboding clouds pass
Dissipate and show guiding lights
Til then only melancholy
Can be found
Reigning so profound.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

Let Me Settle Down

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Let me settle down
My anger now is very, very profound.

You took a life, meant nothing to you
Just something in your way
With a swipe, you took a life away
Didn’t miss a stride nor did your heart skip a beat
You went on like nothing bad marked your soul
Or was there blood on your saintly hands
You smiled, laughed, no trace upon your angelic face
Of the death someone has to face
A death you caused, you alone.

It may have been just a little creature
Living life in the space you called your own
You crushed the breath from that creature’s chest
You ground your shoe in the sand
Leaving no trace of a life
That may have been so grand.

Life is precious
Intertwined with all we see
Combined to grow, prosper alongside one another
Whether we walk, run, leap or crawl
You’re not alone nor can…

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Let Me Settle Down

Let me settle down
My anger now is very, very profound.

You took a life, meant nothing to you
Just something in your way
With a swipe, you took a life away
Didn’t miss a stride nor did your heart skip a beat
You went on like nothing bad marked your soul
Or was there blood on your saintly hands
You smiled, laughed, no trace upon your angelic face
Of the death someone has to face
A death you caused, you alone.

It may have been just a little creature
Living life in the space you called your own
You crushed the breath from that creature’s chest
You ground your shoe in the sand
Leaving no trace of a life
That may have been so grand.

Life is precious
Intertwined with all we see
Combined to grow, prosper alongside one another
Whether we walk, run, leap or crawl
You’re not alone nor can you make it alone
Don’t kill those whose heart sings a different beat
Instead remember
We need one another in this life we been shown.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

I Write Today

I write today things I need to say
Things that can’t be left in the back of a sodden mind
Need to get them out
Need to see just what they’re all about.

Today
I will write them down
Whether they be trivial or profound
That’s what I’ll write down.
~ Patrice  

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

Beauty Beautiful

 

Beauty beautiful is what I see
Spread all about, all about of me
The sun it shines, birds fly and
Mighty, fluffy clouds float by.

Yes, there’s beauty in the sky
The forest and even in my uncut lawn
To get up in the morning and see
Beauty, beauty all around of me
It is oh so beauty
Beauty, beautiful profound.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

We Are Here

We are here. Are we not?
Full of fear? I hope not.
Full of love? How profound.
Working Hard? Hear the sound.
You and I, we are here.

Look around.

~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

The World Is Round

The world is round
And  goodness does abound
Stop and listen
Listen to the sound
Of heaven and earth
Here near the depths of existence
I have found.

Don’t be deterred
Be stirred to live
A life of goodness
Here on earth
Where we all find joy
And happiness surrounds us
In a way that is profound.

Listen, listen to the sound
Of happiness as it
clamours to be found.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012