Morning Glory Surely Rides

Morning glory surely rides On the tide of morning rise Sleep was sound Resting peacefully all around Now we raise our presence To the morning sun Boldly moving in a direction That will free us in The morning glory sun. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...

Fingers Move Across The Page

Fingers move across the page Feeling emotions that do rage Calming down anxious stress With each word that is expressed. Yes, fingers make anguish Dissipate As they move across Caressing a waiting page. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...

The Blog Police Just Came By

The blog police just came by They warned me I had better not ever cry. What is this? I did not quiz Only wanted to reminisce About the time The ballon wouldn’t rise. The blog police Did just come by My oh my I don’t know why. Guess I better not ever cry. ~...

Memories, Memories

Memories, memories Running thru my head Memories that I wish would remain dead Memories, memories come flooding in Full of heartache and chagrin Up they come from somewhere Somewhere profane laughing Chiding me of what has been Memories, memories sometimes Not the...

Sometimes I Write

Sometimes I write Sometimes I let it ride. The blue sky, the green As far as can be seen Gives me something Sometimes. So sometimes I write And sometimes Sometimes I just let it ride. ~ Patrice   © Patrice Clarkson – 2013...

When The Busyness And Crazies

              When the busyness and crazies Go swirling around my head When the future and past collide With something full of only dread. That’s when I must hollow out a niche And cuddle there instead. Cause no one has Ever...