Everyday with Poetry Playlist

 Hey everyone, I created a playlist of my Everyday with Poetry series to make it easier for us all to keep up with current videos. Enjoy these short video poems of my everyday life. 

Stay Creative in the Magic of Life

Everyday with poetry #7 -- Beech Street

 12:29 pm 

Beech Street by Robert G Parent 

I travel down Beech Street. It's been awhile I lived here. It's weird because I travel a new road now with new experiences. 

Was this what Robert Frost thought many years ago when he wrote, "The Road Less Traveled." 

Road as an image of going to or moving away, we all have these roads. Road as an image of class of rich or poor, manicured or dirt. 

But, I think road as a journey, a journey of growth, even if I stand still before a decision. I'm still on the journey of growth, either spiritual or another type. 

Whether I go toward sunset or sunrise, my journey continues. A new road is before me. I lift up my foot for the first step, toward growth and walk a new path. 

Everyday with Poetry #6 -- Sacred Space

Check out my video where I hiked Arathusa Falls and found a sacred space in the woods of New Hampshire at ArathusaFalls

Sacred Space by Robert G Parent 

In a world of Technical and Social wonder, I seek that special space, that sacred space. 

To walk in a Church, to walk among the woods, to feel something bigger, to feel changed, I walk with purpose. 

To remember a way of being, to feel at one with the All -- with God, I crave the sacred, to be a re-plucked guitar string and become New. 

Everyday poetry #5 -- Everyday Illusion

Everyday Illusion 

by Robert G Parent

See the illusion in everyday actions 

Where do they come from 

The choices we make 

Based upon our beliefs 

We have in the moment 

Know that 

What we believe changes 

From time to time 

Based on who we are trying to become in that moment 

And about who we think we are 

We create what we think about 

To create differently 

Think different 

And become something new.

Everyday Poetry #4 -- Life's News

Life's News 

 by Robert G Parent 

My shirts spinning in the machine 

News of the day on TV 

People talking about Life's issues 

In the laundromat. 

 Cars travel on the road outside 

 People in their homes 

 Watching movies, sports, and shows 

 All life is centered in the laundromat. 

 Here in Washington, DC 1600 Pennsylvania avenue down the road My shirts spinning in the machine 

People talk about Life's issues, 

All life is centered in the laundromat.

Sacred Places

Here is some poetry from the White Mountains. 

Sacred Places 

by Robert G Parent 

Go into stores 

Restaurants or anywhere 

Bring your mask 

For it's required wear 

Day upon day 

Week upon week 

Many months we did 

I long for the natural way 

A walk in the woods 

Or even a national forest 

To feel those energies 

To hear those sounds 

To see awesome things 

Within a forest canopy 

No masks 

No cities 

No negativity 

Just beauty 

Beauty we all long for 

Come ye enter 

The land of peace 

In nature's sacred places 

And re-balance

No Soul in Social Media

No soul in social media 

by Robert G Parent 

My voice may be loud 

But no one hears it 

I am not respected 

This is how I feel 

Why not? 

I am a child of the one God 

In a world of social media 

No one really says a word 

But in this world of social media 

Only the loudest egos 

Can be heard 

To drown the ocean's roar

Everyday with Poetry #3 -- City Nightlife

I wrote this last year. Its amazing how I'd miss these sounds of the city nightlife. 

City nightlife  

The sound of music in the distance  

The sound of cars passing on the streets  

The talk I hear from outside  

of a local tavern  

In the heart of the Historic District  

Many years in another time  

The same sounds were heard  

The sounds of the country are nice  

But magical the city sounds can be  

In this magical world  

We live in

Zombies

Zombies 

by Robert G Parent

 They wear the masks 

 Touch it 

 while eating and not eating 

 without thinking 

They sit with families  

in stores and resturants  

with no masks 

while others do 

The subconscious desire  

the fear of death 

the fear of being themselves 

the fear of being outted 

They wear the masks  

while alone in a car  

while walking outside 

while hiking in the woods 

The mindless automatons 

doing what they're told 

the zombie appocalyse is here 

the end of freedom has begun.

Cool Autumn Day

Cool Autumn Day 

 by Robert G Parent

The day in August is cool 

Foreshadowing 

what's to come 

Calmness in the present day 

I see myself 

reflected in the season 

Light ripples in the lake 

Birds sing their songs 

Ducks glide on the surface 

I too do my own thing 

The tree looks 

down on the scene 

The bench next to the tree 

Waits for humans 

to do the same 

They're stuck in their fear 

But the time is to come 

When humans too 

shall be calm 

For good or for ill 

The choice is always theirs.

Blessings of Nature

Watch "the Discovery Trail inspirations" by clicking this link. The mountains are lovely creative, dark and deep. Journey through NH from a poet's mind.

Stay Creative in the magic of life.

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Blessings of nature

by Robert G Parent

I sit here a rest area in Hooksett New Hampshire and think about my day. Oh how lucky, how blessed I was today driving around the White Mountains, hiking in the woods, recording audio and video, sharing my story of New Hampshire and the mountains I enjoy.

Beautiful cool night in August, sitting outside the diner eating a cheeseburger and drinking a Powerade, I look at the 93 in front of me, the cars in the parking lot, and the stars in the night sky. We all had a journey today, an experience that at some point is shared in our Collective consciousness. 

I remember Robert Frost said something like men work together even though they are apart. I think he saw in his observations of nature the continuity of human consciousness within all life.

We all learn this lesson in our lives either now at present, in the past, or in the future. If we were to take the passage of time out of the equation, we would see this truth all at once. But, I'd still miss the passage of time because we get to write a story and tell it over a time written in the atoms of the Soul. 

Within the infinity atoms are the libraries of the Soul, keeper of much information from another universe long since dead, the experiences are stored forever to be accessed and pondered on to give new insights from those lessons long ago. Oh, how beautiful the thought.

How Space Changes

Our Spaces

by Robert G Parent 

Our space changes 

how we do 

our space changes 

how society does 

all the stuff people buy

is how minimalism came

we decide how society changes 

to only buy stuff 

We truly love

instead of clutter we never use 

The energy, the psychology 

The soul of our spaces 

depends on how we use 

Our Spaces,  over a time. 

Posted at 9:53 am 

Everyday with Poetry #2 -- inflammation

Everyday with Poetry #2 -- Inflammation

Robert G Parent

It's cooler outside.

But a building takes longer to cool.

Should I get an extension cord 

and put the fan in front of window, 

to pull the cool night air into myself, 

the place I dwell? 

A simple question we have in the heat of summer.

To cool the inflammation of a life 

lived in stress, anxiety, and worry, 

a trinity of another source, 

that also teaches. 

I watch van life videos on YouTube, 

a simple life maybe, 

that is what I need. 

Maybe, that's what we all need, 

a simple life, 

well maybe, 

a simple elegant life. 

Lost in Consciousness

I hiked The Lost River trail. Just being among the huge rocks and water gave me a spiritual look at my walk on the Earth. 

The place where Earth and Water meet inspired this poem "Lost in Consciousness" 

ClickHereforTheLostRiverVideo to discover my inspiration and enjoy this mystical poem. 

Lost in Consciousness

I dance to the beat of the native drum. I hear water spirit driving a path through rock of a river lost somewhere in time. 

We all walk our path, experience to experience, and exchange information to assimilate it into knowledge that is added to the human collective. 

We learn and grow in our consciousness as knowledge becomes wisdom in the dance we share within our being of the life, to again move to a new place within the consciousness.

Coffee House

I wrote this on November 30th, 2010 at the end of nanowrimo. It's been awhile since I did nanowrimo, so this year I'm planning to do  nanowrimo in November.

November 30th, 2010 --  Coffee House

Warm coffee house 

Music on the radio

Cars and people 

Go to and fro 

On this cold morning 

Before the Winter's scene

Nanowrimo is past 

New projects

New adventures 

Wait to be revealed 

As the seed planted 

In cold ground 

Waits for Spring's rebirth

Cycles repeat 

Planting and harvesting 

Seeds of different types 

Up Fibonacci's spiral 

Creating and becoming 

Something new, 

Every day 

Every month 

Every year, 

And every millennium. 

The Wheel of Time spins 

on the space's canvas 

Going  to some place 

Some other time 

Where a writer sits 

In a warm Coffee House 

Listening to music 

Telling a new story, 

A new poem 

Of a moment in cycle 

In Fibonacci's spiral

Within all life. 

Song of the Poet

Song of the Poet

It's me Lord writing this poem.

You know who I am;

I know who you are.

We are one in body, mind, emotion.

We are vibration.

We are Love and Light.

We are Inspiration. 

We are Joy.

I have lived my life in frustration,

Looking for that one communication.

I play in this vibration,

So once again to be in that place.

To stand tall as the one spine,

The Tree of Life, I look to see 

The one truth of life is its vine

Within this being I only know that...

We are vibration.

We are Love and Light.

We are Inspiration. 

We are Joy.

A poem should be words

for a song not written.

A poem is a song not sung

but a life lived. 

We are vibration.

We are Love and Light.

We are Inspiration. 

We are Joy.

It's me Lord writing this poem.

I don't know how it will begin.

I don't know how it will end.

All I want is to inspire.

It's me Lord with frustration.

I look for communication,

to pray in Soul's vibration 

and be in that place again.

Standing tall as the spine

of the One True forever 

within this being

I am one in body, mind, soul.

We are vibration.

We are Love and Light.

We are Inspiration. 

We are Joy.

We are vibration.

We are Love and Light.

We are Inspiration. 

We are Joy.

Everyday with Poetry #1 -- Dead Air

Everyday with Poetry #1

Even though this was written last year, it still holds much significance today.

June 28, 2019 @ 10:27pm 80*F

My fan blade pushes dead air

Cross my room

To try to cool me off 

In a place with no air conditioning.

I watch a YouTube video 

on organization

So tired. 

Warm air pushes out of fan blades

Summer Night Life 

out  my window

I think, Sleep would be good.

Took a nap earlier 

In my air condictioned car

A spiritual book on Audible plays 

I sleep better in air conditioning

Now at 10:35 p.m.

Enter Ye the Land of Dreams

Enter Ye the Land of Dreams 

By Robert G Parent

To ride a rusty chevy, 

To cruise a classy caddy, 

Under the flag that waves, 

There's a life of success or failure.

It's not how you handle 

the successes in life. 

It's how you handle 

the defeats. 

Move through your life 

with purpose. 

Remember your Dreams, your desires, 

in the hard times. 

The goal by God 

planted in your heart 

water this seed 

and watch your crop grow.

Dreamcatchers

Dreamcatchers

Slices of a deeper web

A web that mirrors the internet 

Where knowledge is captured from a higher source

It's knowledge of who we really are

It is pure consciousness

Where we are mind and emotion 

Where a lake is just a collection of energy 

Waiting to be used and transformed 

Mixed with other energies 

Like trees, sky, and even ourselves 

In that other web it's easier to be 

Who we choose to be in the love of purpose. 

Honor the Moment

Honor the Moment by Robert G Parent 

In this time of stress and anxiety, we need to come back to our center, our place of stillness to connect to the energies of creation. We need to remember who we are and the wonderful creation our bodies are. One way to keep up your immune system is to de-stress. Meditate on this poem and stay creative in the magic of life. 

Check out my YouTube channel for more inspiration at http://www.Youtube.com/podcastbard 

 

From YouTube 

Everyday with Poetry #14

Honor the Moment

Tree by the Lake

Gives shade to me

A place for plants to climb

And a window to its scene 

Sunlight plays with the Lake

Jumping from wave to wave 

The mountains just lay in her reflection 

Birds sing in the distant woods 

The energy is good

All here honor this moment 

In our own little ways 

Small. Quite. Ancient. 

Our ancestors are smiling 

On this perfect moment 

In this special place 

Somewhere by the Massabesic Lake 

All healing continues 

For all who share 

Its energies. 

Miracle

Our lives and the world can change with one decision which starts a chain of decisions to create a cycle that can lead us where we did not want to go. 

The power of decision is the greatest gift the Creator gave to humanity because this makes it possible for us to become creators as well and learn the art of cause and effect in the magic we call life. 

We not only create songs, stories, poems, movies, but also create our lives. If we get to somewhere we do not like, we can make another decision and create a miracle to break that old cycle. 

Robert