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,


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by Kevin D. Parish


Tell The Story…

My friend Stu has chosen me to participate in The Eclectic Contrarian‘s Tell The Story Challenge.

Stu, thank you so much for thinking of me and asking me to participate 

You can read Stu’s post here: Stu’s Story Challenge

Tell The Story Challenge

Here are the rules John (The Electric Contrarian) set up:

Write a story about the picture you’re given.

Select 3 nominees

Give them a new picture

Here is the picture Stu gave us:

After a few hours of study, and a lot of coffee, I knew the answer to this mystery was finally at hand.

“Did you notice how many prints were in the dark sand as compared to the light?” I asked my partner, Luna.

“Yes! Of course I did! What is so important about it?” she replied.

“I don’t believe it was anything local. On this particular planet, we know from past experience that all Taroloks have three toes, and are deathly afraid of dark ground, correct?”

“Yes! So?”

“Notice that none of the prints in the shadows have toes. These are not Taroloks! I’ve seen these prints before in an old Earth scribe, or book, as they used to be called. These tracks, the ones in the shadows, are those of the Minotaur. And, unless I’m wrong, we need to get back to the shuttle and get the hells off this planet before they come back!”

“Well, you don’t have to tell me twice!”

Back in the shuttle Luna leans over to pour a long swig of her favorite adult beverage and asks, “What exactly is a Minotaur?”

I just laughed…

Maybe it’s not exactly the rules, but I’d like anyone who feels like writing to do so with the picture below:

Lake, Reflection, Sky, Sunset, Clouds
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EMPTY NEST… a short story

Yep, it was going to be another one of those days.  I heard mom telling me that I needed to get up and get on with it.  She insisted that I couldn’t stay home with her and dad any longer and that I needed to make that jump to adulthood.  All that worried me at the moment, however, was whether she was going to have my breakfast ready.

Now, dad’s here, and I’m getting the same flak from him.  He’s pacing back and forth and just fussing away at me.  Geezh, can’t a fella get a break?  What’s the big hurry to rush me out anyway?  What’s really going on?  That’s what’d I’d like to know.

Well, wouldn’t you know it… I stand up and walk around a little, stretching my legs, and shaking off the sleep when WHOOSH… I’ve been pushed right out.  As I’m falling I realize that if I don’t do something fast then that quickly approaching ground is going to hurt.  So, I guess the time really has come for me to spread my wings and fly.

Goodbye, mom!  Goodbye, dad!  Thanks for everything!

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LOST TRUST… a poem

silhouette of man and woman under yellow sky
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Itrusted you

Andyou let me down

Walkingover me

Likea well-worn rug


My faith in you


Thepain you brought

Now,pay the cost


Like icicle knives

Thrustinto me


Crimson,emotional strife


Youare no longer welcome here

Takeyour burdens

Takeyour words

Takeyour callousness somewhere else


Eastern Whip-poor-will Adult
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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