by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 22, 2016 | My Musings, Poetry
We all sit here Giving not a thought of summer’s hot Seeds drop here and there We flutter about with what seems Not a care Blissful in winter’s coat We peck and munch No time to crack a silly joke. Santa’s’ coming soon We hear But to him we...
by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 14, 2016 | My Musings, Poetry
When everything is obscure Upside down In the loo How can I think Pleasant thoughts Laugh or cry with hilarity? Nope Not happening Crushed, lonely I trudge ahead Feeling chains Of impending dread A smile cannot cross My doomed face All joy...
by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 7, 2016 | Poetry
Have you seen The adventures that have been Have you seen? Have you seen anything That would help alleviate the pain Make the world a better place Secure with all kinds of gain Have you seen? Have you seen all That is laid out on the landscape To the end Of the...