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What Words May Come?

Writing simple poetry, song lyrics and short stories has become so important to me over the past few years.  When I began my words were therapy for me though at the time I didn’t realize it.  I certainly never considered how impactful these words would become in my life and, from time to time, in other’s lives too.  What thrills me most is the feedback and how many different opinions and interpretations I get from one poem read through the eyes of others.  When I write the words simply flow without me getting too caught up in whatever theme may arise.  It simply starts with a line or sentence then blossoms from there.  I’ve been told it’s a gift, and while somewhere deep within me I believe that to be true, I wonder why it took so long to develop even as it continues to grow.  My grandfather was a writer, so perhaps that is where the answer lies.  Regardless, I hope you find some meaning, some smiles, some tears or something else worthy of your time here within these scripts.

God bless,

Kev

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by Kevin D. Parish

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LOST TRUST… a poem

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Itrusted you

Andyou let me down

Walkingover me

Likea well-worn rug

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My faith in you

Foreverlost

Thepain you brought

Now,pay the cost

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Like icicle knives

Thrustinto me

I’mbleeding

Crimson,emotional strife

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Youare no longer welcome here

Takeyour burdens

Takeyour words

Takeyour callousness somewhere else

WHIP-POOR-WILL… a poem

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Come out little Whip-poor-will

It’s such a lovely day

The sun is on the rise again

Please come out and play

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Come out little Whip-poor-will

The Pheasant’s on the run

We all have a job to do

Our song, it must be sung

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Come out little Whip-poor-will

The seed is on the ground

We’ll forage it together

There’s so much to be found

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Goodbye little Whip-poor-will

I see feathers on the rocks

We’ll sing, so long, in our song

Thanks to a stealthy fox

REFLECTION… a poem of faith

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Yes, I’ll take your hand, Lord

When you offer it to me.

Of all your plantings in this world

I am but a mustard seed.

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But, you see inside of me

Much better than I do.

In this, I place my heart and soul

To do what you will do.

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Understanding, I will take from this

Looking to my other hand.

For this is how I will share your love

Reflection, to my fellow man.

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And though you don’t release me

Forever clasp inside your heart

My travels true

With words of you

Will be my place to start.

“Because you have so little faith. Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move…”

 https://biblehub.com/niv/matthew/17.htm

SWIM… a poem

Hardened and cold

Can I ever be free

Will this season of life

Be the death of me

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Cloistered and lonely

Deep in my heart

Shall I make revival

A brand-new start

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Kin drift away

On the tide of the moon

Dawn brings the heat

Of midday – noon

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I feel a change

A drain of my being

Melt into nothing

Spring, she is keening

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Until I am nothing

But a small spec of ice

Winter was fine

But swimming is nice

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