Dennis Parker Poems

I will sit here all day
under this sycamore tree and play my flute.
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Today I sat down
to write a poem about you,
but every time I put my pen to paper,
it rendered expressions about
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I saw a cat at play
out of the corner of my eye,
but when I turned to watch him,
only a shadow did I spy.
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The circle now is whole.
She plays a healing song.
Her flute song sooths the soul
The cedar scent is strong.
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They came upon a night of dread
The cursed, the damned, the walking dead.
Brought by words best unsaid
And better left alone.
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I am held captive by nature’s illusions
that lie hidden in the trees
and clouds and stones.
Alluring are the forms that I see
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He asked for her hand in marriage
She said, “Yes, but only after you
built me a house.”
Wasting no time,
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The churches are filled with the
living and the dead,
conversing,
but no one hears…
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The problem with buying peanut-butter
Is choosing the right brand.
Should I get the one with that little fairy
or the one with the peanut man
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