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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A FINAL NIGHT… a dark-ish poem?

If I write today

Will it resonate

With anyone at all

If I tell a tale

And toast with ale

Will you catch me if I fall

Will the moon still rise

And cross each night

Of a celestial starlit sea

Or will the ink run dry

As I lay here and die

With no one next to me

LOST… a dark poem

a gloomy scorched tree in darkness

Find me lost

Beneath the leaves

Where bones decay

While mother grieves

A visit from

The boogeyman

A cold dark night

Carried no sand

Heartened lives

Who cared and looked

But never found

What Satan took

So, as the worms

Creep through my flesh

Fear dragged me to

My final rest

EVERYTHING… a poem

silhouette of mountain during sunset

I see the orange and purple sky on the horizon

And I feel pacified

Everything is going to be alright

I watch the gentle rain assiduously bathe the earth

And I feel afresh

Everything is going to be alright

I hear the distant, unbridled laughter of a child

And I feel a smile play upon my face

Everything is going to be alright

I see the love in my wife’s eyes as she says goodnight

And I feel blessed as she says

Everything is going to be alright

DARKNESS… a dark poem

right human hand

As darkness gathers and builds

Joining the abyss of progressive emptiness

Satan plays a joyful song

Another notch is etched into the handle of his sickle

Shattered beyond repair is a heart left in the waste

Discarded as so many before

Never to be alone – but alone nonetheless

Restricted from the hope of true happiness

Gone is the gleeful innocence of yesterday

Replaced with the ever ebbing tide of sorrow

Adrift in a slow current

Until – even the darkness – wanes

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

~~~

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

~~~

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

~~~

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

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