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

All works herein are owned and copyrighted

by Kevin D. Parish

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SONS OF MORRO… an Irish ditty

red yellow and blue abstract painting

Hail, oh hail ye Sons of Morro

Hail, oh hail thee for the day

Reap ye now for our tomorrow

Hail, oh hail we bow with praise

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Far too long bent to the Sovereign

Far too long in this disease

Prayers to God to bring us hero’s

Lift us from our tortured knees

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Hail, oh hail ye Sons of Morro

Hail, oh hail thee for the day

Reap ye now for our tomorrow

Hail, oh hail we bow with praise

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Lashed upon the boatman’s gallows

The abyss of whitecapped waves

Goes the Sovereign and her fellows

To the bowels of Hell’s own caves

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Hail, oh hail ye Sons of Morro

Hail, oh hail thee for the day

Reap ye now for our tomorrow

Hail, oh hail we bow with praise

QUICK VACATION HOME TO FISH…

Hi everyone!

I miss you all terribly, and I really hope to be back writing and participating with you again sooner than later!

I was on vacation back home in Alabama, and I got to go fishing with one of my brothers. Here is one of the nicer fish I caught! It’s a Red Fish! I could have kept it, but it is a breeder-size, so I released it.

This is Orange Beach, Alabama! Sugar-white sands if you ever decide to visit…

Enjoy!

Kev

THE HUMAN RACE… a poem

person standing near cliff

When you come down from the mountain

Bearing burdens and broken dreams

With a brand new understanding

Of what living life truly means

And when you think you’ve got it figured out

Prepare yourself again

Because, life hits you from all directions

It doesn’t care where you’ve been

Wisdom comes from knowledge

Knowledge comes from grace

The grace we have to understand

We’re all the human race

DAUGHTER… a creepy poem and painting

Painted July 27, 2021 by Kevin Parish

The paints came alive

In a devilish manner

Concocting horizons of err

Foolish was I

To believe in such madness

Revealing a life of dispair

Fingers and hands

With a devil’s command

Congealing in clandestine fodder

Revealing sad eyes

Of a life passed by

The ghost of my long lost daughter

ONE TREE… a poem

person sitting on rock formations

I see now how the sadness took you

Consumed you

Broke you

I see now how everyone looked away

Turned their back

Ignored you

Now, here we stand with our heads bowed

Hearts broken

Humanity shattered

You were more than one tree in the forest

Time to rest

SUN/MOON… a poem

white clouds and blue sky during daytime

Call to me in the daylight

And remember me when the last sunrays fall

Gaze the night sky for the moon

For when she blinks

Darkness abounds

BOUND… a poem

silver pen on white paper

Hosts of pages litter the floor

Crumpled little dreams tossed by the wayside

Imagination sees while translations lack the fortitude

Where is the elusive muse

Who can coax nimble fingers

Into releasing these bound tales?

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