Poetry, lyrics and other words…
The whimsical ways of a wondering weasel
Have perplexed all those who know him
His indifference abounds
As he runs all around
In the forest
Where parents abhor him
But the lace-ladened lady
Who visits these woods
Believes that his antics are awesome
From that which is pure
A lighthearted cure
For the rest who refuse to blossom
So, if in the woods of magical beings
Where clear eyes can see what’s before them
Praise Him high above
For sharing His love
Through a creature
Who we know adores Him
Come little children
Come with me
To the land of majesty
Moonlit nights and stars above
Sunshine days
All filled with love
Come little children
Come with me
To the land of majesty
Mountain tops
And rainbow highs
Where gentle winds
Sing lullaby’s
Babbling brooks
That tell the tales
Of tiny hero’s riding snails
Where all the days
Are filled with smiles
And flowers bloom
For miles and miles
Come little children
Come with me
To the land of majesty
Heaven’s gates are opened wide
And all our lives
Are justified
Seemingly flying
In slow motion
Diving down
To catch a bite
Wings spread wide
Above the ocean
Spearing head-long
Folded in tight
Oh, tiny fish
Caught unawares
Into the belly of the Pelican
Amid gawking stares
Of other little fish
Who count the days
Until their turn comes
Among the waves
Fresh fallen snow
On the treetop boughs
Heavy-laden limbs
Of Mother Nature – arouse
A lone male Cardinal
Such beauty in red
Sits upon a limb
Snowflakes on his head
A judder, a shake, a didder and jolt
And off flies the bird
Shot like a bolt
Only to return
His mate in tow
Beautiful together
In the fresh fallen snow
Hey, little snowflake
Floating to the ground
Along comes the wind
And tosses you around
Back into the air
Swirling to and fro
Until you finally make it down
And become the status quo
I follow the fireflies
On most balmy eves
Down near the bay shore
By the stand of pine trees
They’d wink on their lights
For the briefest of secs
As I got a little closer
Falling under the hex
Then like a magician
They’d just disappear
And I’d stand there real still
Out in the clear
With a jar in one hand
And its lid in the other
In hopes I could catch one
Along with his brother
To light up the nighttime
In my little bedroom
Then let them all go
When the morning does bloom
After eating the berries
In the woods where I walked
I sat leaning against a tree
And in my delirium, talked
To the gnomes and elves
That were circling round me
Apparently they
Had been hiding in the tree
I inquired why the light
Was getting so dim
As I took my last breath
And became one of them
Vesuvius, Vesuvius
Why is your anger waged?
Are we not worthy of your compassion?
Though you are mighty,
Can we not be saved?
Lightning from the Heavens
Strike down in wrath, it's true.
But, you, a titan
Have you no pathos
For the rage that rages in you?
Hear our pleas
Our anguish and cries
As upon our knees we beseech thee.
Oh, Vesuvius, in your power lies
To free these people beneath thee.
“Just dusk it off!”
Were the words that the night said to the earth.
“Spin a little more,
And in the dark,
I will give you rebirth.
Listen to the crickets,
They sense the end of day.
So, dusk it off,
Won’t you please,
And I’ll show you the way.”
For the kisses you greet me with in the morning
For the ones you give me all day
I thank for with a final kiss of goodnight
When, dear sun, you go away
Kevin Parish 