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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Whereby… a poem of release

man standing on brown rock formation beside seashore during daytime

Whereby, I find myself by the sea

And I am happy

Whereby, I find myself with a new freedom

And I am happy

Whereby, I finally let go and move on

And I am happy

Whereby, this is the day I leave a job I no longer love

And – I am happy

Where is your happiness?

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

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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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