Tag: Poetry

Yes, You Will Get Through This

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 there’s no way forward, When the outcome looks poor. Yes, you will get through this. When your self-belief is low, When there’s no solution, When…

The Empty Cupboard

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 no fun. But Pam was a wise and wily bird, She’d hid a second and a third. From beneath a cushion she found a treasure,…

It Only Gets Worse.

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 Parkinson’s so far has no cure. Many symptoms are hidden from show. Each day is a trial to endure. My Neurologist saw me last week.…

The Precious Leafy Pathway

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 the pathway in pure gold leaf. Autumn rainfall pours into potholes of impure puddles The plip, the plop, the splatter and the pattering of rain…

Life’s 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 gems As chill winds cause crisp leaves to fall. Such a welcome the pathway lends To all the people one and all. Who can resist…

The Ballerina in the Suitcase

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 Their scrap book tales of travelling miles Photos and letters saved so carefully Depict triumphs, joys, their plight and trials. Drawings in chalk from the…

Christmas Tree

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.  

Set Apart

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 the faded Actor of prior fame The odd one out or the horse now lame Parkinson’s sets you apart. Like the fabled ‘Man in the…

Contact

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.

The Blood Soaked Brick

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 She thought just of her lover She stopped to hear the silent sign London hit by another Right then she fell unto the ground A lightening…