Life Is A Joy

Life is a joy
Nowhere is there room
For sadness
Heartache nor doom.

If you see that
All comes to be
Just what
Just what you need.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

Some Days

Some days are sad
In remembering the past
The heartache and anguish
Seems to last and last.

You know yeas have passed
You know all have moved on
Yet still some days are hard
The sadness seems to go
On and on.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2018

My Heart Wonders

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My heart wonders where you’ve been
Loved you, lost you, can’t begin.

Anger, sadness creeping in
Gentle kindness hidden somewhere then.

Feel the touch of hearts afire
Smouldering eyes, full of desire.

No one knows where it goes
Bumpy, hilly, soft or kind, rocky crevice ours to find.

Now must go where hearts do flow
No troubles, no big or little cares I’ll know.

For you see, you’ll be in my dreams tonight
Full of love, wonder, so much delight.

There with trembling lips we’ll gently kiss
Sharing loving, sweet night bliss.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

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When The Time Is Right

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When the time is right and my heart is not cold
When I see things clear from stories told
When madness isn’t a partner in that yet to unfold
When I can stroll thru sadness unscathed and bold.

Then is when my journeys mine
And I’ll hold no grief for that which is not or won’t be kind.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

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Everything Is Orchestrated

Everything is orchestrated
Nothing left to chance
No sadness, happiness comes
Just by circumstance.

Delve deep within it
Try to see the why
Know nothing will come of it
Cause just a mortal
Are you and I.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2018

Terrible Times Do Occur

Terrible times do occur
Marching lines, men’s faces obscure
No more joy, lightly skipping breeze
Heartache, morse pretty bleak.

Then the sun shines oh so bright
Lighting the way both day and night
No more tears, sadness blame
All is well once again.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2018

Let Me Be

Let me be alone to wallow
In the sacrifices
I thought I needed to be free
No sudden anger, no hallowed ground
Just loneliness, sadness
These friends I seem to keep
Around.
~ Patrice

Patrice Clarkson – 2017