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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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WINTER'S LAST…

This is an early poem I wrote and sent to my son when he was studying music composition and voice at Ithaca College. This was early in his studies. He composed the music and he is the young man in the light blue sweater front and center. He also composed this voice parts for the piece. This is what he did with it! Follow the lyrics below. It is a little over five and a half minutes long. Enjoy!

WINTER’S LAST

Close your mouth and die

Your time is drawing near

Winter take your final breath

For Spring is on the clear

Forget your tawdry ways

They have no bearing true

Deny your foe if you so dare

It’s death that waits for you

Draw just one last time

Of air that deathly cools

As sun shines down upon the glade

Like Satan so Spring drools

Give all to this dreary night

As ever coming with

Tis Heaven’s choice for days of light

Goodbye ‘til next year’s pith

GOODBYE… a poem

man standing near ocean grayscale photography

Adrift on the outgoing tide

While I stood on the moonlit sands

Emotions that I couldn’t hide

Streams of tears pouring through my hands

The years we had together were kind

More than that – a fairytale come true

But when nature made up her mind

Instead of me she came and took you

So, with a vow I had promised to keep

Into the ocean your ashes swim free

As the horizon brings on the new day

A man stands alone – that’s me

DUNGEONS FOR MY SOUL… a dark poem

Pot, Cooking Pot, Cauldron, Green, Slick

Dark, tangential grip of despair

You pull me down into the doldrums

Dungeons for my soul

Whilst I struggle to get free

With light all around me

Your blinders are placed strategically over my eyes

The doors and windows to happiness

Were but illusions to this blinded heart

Escape is a mere nod of a passerby

A stranger with a smile

But, no

The hypocrisy is not lost here

For kind words spoken without honest intent

Have shown me the way to karma

Alas, I now stew in the cauldron

Of my own tepid broth

A recipe of disaster