Tag: #Poetry

SORROW

Oh sorrow, you are the apothecary of martyrdom

You drug me with your vigilant patience

Until I am saturated within your devious design

Manifesting in my hour of slumber

You inoculate my fear, my doubt, my substance

You ride my dreams like the nightshade, Belladonna

Attempting to purge my gut 

When the promise of morning should bring light and hope

You continue your duplicitous folly

Lynching my heart and soul at will

Your incessant guile accosts me ceaselessly 

Strangling my resolve

Yet, this seeming monopoly has an adversary – Time

However, perseverance is your companion

Your light may dim

Yet you have timeless watchfulness

Only in death are you defeated

But, even in death you find purchase to begin anew

In others…

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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?

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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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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

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