Biography of Keith Parsons
I work on a golf course. I love it. It is very peaceful, just what I need after a fun, yet tumultuous life of wives and children.
My writing is a way to, after some thought and scrutiny, put feelings into words. After a brief exchange with a stranger or giving advice to my children, I write down later what I should have said then.
It is always easier for me to put it on paper.
Thanks for reading
Keith Parsons Poems
In this life like all the rest I’ll learn my lessons well By suffering or dominate Personality
A Beautiful Love
I remember she noticed How I looked at my date, “They are in love, ” She said,
A Flower For Your Heart
Cloudy skies close around you On just a winter day And the weight seems too heavy To carry all the way
The caterpillar’s suctioned feet keep him on a twig If one should slip, the other feet, hanging there with him But mossy river rocks I walk are slicker than the dew If one foot, should come undone, the twig is under too
Riley (My Favorite Daughter, My Only Dau...
I remember you, curly haired, baby hair Tee shirt and pull-ups and your sippy cup, Standing in front of the TV pronouncing 'Bid-bir' The best you could while I wrestled with Toby
Scissor cut-out camels Strung wide in caravan Set against the mountains Of neatly-piled sand
Plants And Trees
I’ve always liked a Weeping Willow Her hanging skirt enshrouded me I’d pull the leaves along the bark And throw them to the sharks I see
Oh Feather, Lighter Than Air
Oh jealousy- a feather lighter than air Buoyed high by the breeze Soar and sway as you slice the sky And write comments on the clouds
Alas, this body is so weak, From pushing out the life Transitioning from form to thread, Tied to the other side
A semi-opaque translucence Permits the shadows through Save for my identity Inside this cozy room
The Love Of Death
Long shadowy figures glide slowly over ground The place called L'mour de mort Welcomes all around
A Little Town Beside The Sea
Of all the world and thinking be My mind is one of thinking free Where flying frogs leap to the sun And coconuts unzip for fun
When I Look In Your Eyes
Geese (For My Father)
Where do the geese go? Flying over, they disappear Looking over, I still can hear Their fading calls are strong
'Patience Is A Virtue'
I have heard four simple words
'Patience is a virtue'
The wait for you is nothing new
It took so long to find you
Just my luck, another man
In his hands he holds you
He should see it should be me
Now that I have found you