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


SURPRISE… a poem

Even though he was timid

She had captured his heart

Never had he been moved this way

He wanted her close right from the start


She had a way so gentle

When he touched her she moaned with delight

Cuddling was all but a given

As he would sleep with her every night

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So, turning to his mom and dad

He begged with tears in his eyes

“Please, oh please, can I have this sweet puppy?”
“Of course!  It’s your birthday surprise!”

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photo of green leaf trees covered with ice at daytime

And so,

I meander down the mountainside

Into the valley that would test the resolve of my fear.

No, I have no time for plunder this time around

My journey is a deeper one than that.

While I’ve hidden away upon the mountain,

While I’ve terrorized those, who trespassed upon my land,

I find my ill-sodden soul too heavy to bear the fruits I’ve sown.

Alas, I seek my final resting place among strangers.

God help me!

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Thank you Stu, of Something to Stu Over, for nominating me for this award. You are an awesome!

If you want to learn what humility looks like from a beautiful Christian example of someone who knows I encourage you to visit Stu’s site!


1. Use the sunshine blogger award logo

2. Give thanks to the blogger that nominated you

3. Answer the 11 questions given to you

4. Nominate 11 other bloggers and ask them 11 questions

Here are Stu’s questions:

1. What, in your opinion, is the most majestic of all God’s creation?

Hmm, I’d say little humans… Here’s why – we meet and fall in love with others, and maybe stay together and marry, or maybe move on, but when we have a child of our own there is no courting, learning to love or anything else… It is the deepest love at first sight event that I think can happen to a person.

2. Are you a read the book type of person or a wait for the movie type?

Ugh… I’m really a “wait for the movie” type, but when I get on a roll reading it is always better.

3. What topic do you feel is the least discussed but the one most needed one to be discussed?

Depends on the audience, right? Having said that… Learn to love yourself unconditionally (easier said than done) and then teach others through your example. Try discussing that as a topic! I don’t hear it too often on a broad scale, but if we did do that and talked openly with others about it then maybe there’d be a better future for us all. Gosh, there are a lot more, but that struck me, so…

4. Do you prefer hanging out with a group of friends around a fire or chilling alone by a lake?

Okay, I love, love, love to fish, so the lake sounds like my answer. I also like sitting around a good fire with my sweetie and family and friends sipping on adult beverages and having some good conversations and lots of laughter.

5. What inspires you to keep blogging?

Whew! I honestly love to see what my muse puts on me each day and then read what I end up writing. I am confident God works through me with my words and the more I write the more accomplished I feel. I will have a book of poetry coming out in a few months, and I have optimistically labeled it Volume One, so there’s that.

Blogging helps me be a witness to -“sometimes you just need to do what you would advise other’s to do,” and I do love writing, so why not put myself out there. The same with art. Who knew I’d start painting and selling art. Writing, probably… Painting, not so much… But, I’m doing it and feeling proud!

6. Do you believe the world is going to hell in a hand basket? Why?

Oy vey… Yes, in a lot of ways I think we are, but that isn’t to say we cannot change. I stopped watching the news because I don’t believe the “spin” all stations put on it, plus my blood pressure has improved since. I believe God brings us (the world) into and through adversity to teach us, so here we are.

There doesn’t seem to be any compromise anymore, at least not that I can see. Politics around the globe sucks! Until we learn to talk through our differences and become a world with a common goal we will, possibly, continue to spiral around the hand basket…

7. If you are a Christian, would you be willing to write your testimony as a blog post?

I am a Christian, and I may write my testimony when I feel God calling me to do so, but until then…

8. If you have written your testimony would you be so kind as to send the link?

See Q&A 7

9. What is the current color of your kitchen?

Kind of a very neutral green… Grayish-green…

10. What is your dream car?

Umm… I am not much of a “car person,” but I like a lot of different brands and styles… I guess I don’t have one unless a 1970 Cutlass ragtop counts.

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11. Where did the phrase “by the skin of my teeth” originate?

Confession… I looked it up:

‘By the skin of your teeth’ – the meaning and origin of this phrase

What’s the origin of the phrase ‘By the skin of your teeth‘? The phrase first appears in English in the Geneva Bible, 1560, in Job 19:20, which provides a literal translation of the original Hebrew: “I haue escaped with the skinne of my tethe.”

My Nominee’s: If you choose to participate…

Writing With Strangers

Southern Writer

Laura Venturini

Thru Violet’s Lentz

Poetry For Healing

Richard Sexton

The 50 Year Old Poet

Chelsea Ann Owens

I Write Her

Elizabeth Gauffreau

H.R.R. Gorman

My Questions:

  1. What verbal graffiti do you use too much? (Examples: Like…Well anyway… I know, right… Huh… Umm…)
  2. What is your favorite color?
  3. Do you love, hate or couldn’t care less about professional sports?
  4. What’s the name of your longest-time best friend?
  5. What’s the funniest nickname you have ever heard?
  6. Do you have a nickname that you can/will share?
  7. Have you ever started laughing really hard just by thinking about something? If so, and you can remember, what was it?
  8. What are three of your “bucket-list” to-do’s?
  9. Would you rather have a lake house or a mountain chalet or something else?
  10. What country would you live in if you couldn’t live in the one you live in now?
  11. Do you believe that people can change? Why or why not?

View Master

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The view master found its protagonist.  He was draped in a myriad of colors, and was chasing around and around.  Just a sliding shuffle and click away from another heroic scene.  What adventure awaits?  Who would become the antagonist to this adventurous soul?  Ah, but isn’t that what the wheel of fate has in store for each of us.  We spin and shuffle through life hoping to load the next adventure and scene that will be better than the last.

Stop!  Get out of the loop and live.  We only have so many spins in this life, and it seems the more that pass the faster we go through the next set.  Just a thought…

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An apricot lullaby

Mesmerizing and deep

Cleansing my mind

As I’m falling asleep

Wrapped in the arms

Of my mother’s sweet love

Drifting away

On the wings of a dove

Moon, Moonlight, Dream World, Dream

Dreams of my father

So proud and strong

Walking the dogs

While singing a song

The morning sun rises

And to my weary eyes

I see a book on the chair

Filled with sweet lullaby’s

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