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. 

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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.