Biography of Ash Parker
Born and raised in South Africa, a land of determination and strength.
In life you can either be an observer or a participant. My writing allows me to be a participant and hence my work depicts my life or events around me that stimulates and impacts on my life.
I'm naturally soft natured..(grin) but my writing helps me be tough and bold. And I aim to be heard.
Ash Parker's Works:
Have a few pieces submitted in a variety of books.
Ash Parker Poems
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Simple yet funny Charming yet instinctive Witty yet emotive Talkative yet inquiring
There’s an ache in my heart The clocks ticking away A countdown to disaster. 10 hours….7 hours….4 hours
I woke up this morning…. My clock forgot to do its calling… That set me off timing.
The worlds not caring… My hearts breaking…. The winds still blowing…the clouds still moving…the rain keeps falling…
Oh dear, Oh dear, Oh dear! What a lotta trouble I get into just cause I care! Do I scream out or cry in despair! Or do I roll on the floor and laugh with dramatic flair!
Ode Of A Leader
These stubborn stains of blood, oh why won’t they go? Why won’t they disappear? Just fade away into this aching sand? Why won’t they let me forget?
Here Today… Gone Tomorrow
Remember me fondly, while I am… Like the umbrella that shelters you on a long rainy day. Though the wind pulls me away, I may sway, but return with might to keep you from disarray.
With Abated Breath
I looked up at the sky tonight; I saw the stars sparkle Its beautiful hue flickering in the skies Like heavens warm invite.
I woke up this morning….
My clock forgot to do its calling…
That set me off timing.
Standing in the shower…
It felt like an hour,
The water kept getting colder…
I shuddered in confused stupor.