Villages lit by twinkling lights The chill wind shocks with frosty bites Window displays of gifts and trees While garden ponds begin to freeze. Festive garlands and mistletoe The moonlight … Continue reading Winter’s Magical Eve
When life does not go your way, When your world falls apart, When your outlook is grey. Yes, you will get through this. When trouble lurks at your door, When … Continue reading Yes, You Will Get Through This
The Empty Cupboard. One dark and murky winter’s night, Our cheeky Pam did have a fright. Her cupboard was empty of gin and rum, Her plans were scuppered; there’d be … Continue reading The Empty Cupboard
This message is for you, Mrs. May. I find myself wracked with disgust. Your team’s letter arrived here today. The contents are simply unjust. Your Government must simply not know … Continue reading It Only Gets Worse.
The winding pathway reveals the passage of time with aplomb Portraying nature’s cycles on its paved and pitted surface Each season’s portrait depicted in perfect detail None so priceless as … Continue reading The Precious Leafy Pathway
A pathway of autumnal glow When Nature bows her head for rest. While trees prepare for season’s flow Like rust upon what summer blessed. The morning dew drops hang like … Continue reading Life’s Leafy Pathway
A brown suitcase entrusted unto me In black and white she dances and smiles An archive of much treasured history Her story captivates and beguiles. The ballerina and her family … Continue reading The Ballerina in the Suitcase
The following poem is in the Haiku form of poetry: Christmas Tree. Pretty lights twinkle Among branches filled with love As we gather round. (C). Dean Parsons. 2017.
Like the square peg in the round hole The black sheep or the broken bowl Like one mature student in the class The short straw or the met impasse Like … Continue reading Set Apart
The following poem is in the Haiku form of poetry: Contact. Gentle Ripples Splash I gaze across the water The Heron watches. (C) Dean Parsons. 2017.
She made her way toward the line The place the bridge gave cover Where in the depths the people cried Each wishing for their Mother Above the ground the siren whined … Continue reading The Blood Soaked Brick
He never once objected All the times I sought his view When called upon for wisdom He would know just what to do. If I reached him by letter Or … Continue reading Avunculus B