Jean Bernard Parr

Jean Bernard Parr Poems

I worked out the odds
getting into a fight
mostly it was crafted
stage managed, if you will

The cat sits on the garden wall
and slowly licks his paw
there are things rusting in the garden,
some to do with ships.

you got a smack
the minute you were born
there was a lot of hooha,

blue hued world
an apology
for crude extraction
you're in the

this sun,
this high ball of yellow
soon to stoop, but for now
it's the bladed cliff that's

I study her jars stacked on shelves
in the plaster peeling downstairs loo
(space is at a premium in our house)
papyrus labels gone archaeological

I no longer am
in the world
I'm really out of it all
I don't know the rules

It starts with school railings
That's where fear starts
Not with nailing to a metier cross
Beware, my child, upward straining spears,

They were slow moving
waters I waded in
when I was young
a long time

I have to see it
the way someone
from Mars would see it
that means

I told her I was a poet
then tried to show it
really she said
thinking of Peter Rabbit

what can you remember
tell me
what is the first thing
tell me

like puppies
some wont make it
but there is joy
in those that do

In our street
They came and fixed her
A tin door, three times
She had bashed it in

A cloud wisp on widescreen blue
grounded hollyhock arcing to heaven
mystery hills of uncertain hue
the sharpness of things near


news of her death
makes big the clock
loud, the tick-tock
news that doesn't

They were twelve, and right there
the tall thin one, back to the window
in black- Judas or was it the Nazarene?
all wore security tags, for radiation,

a young fox too early dead
with yellow pelt, muddied by
those wheeled sofas
that ooze urgency

he was a boy
you could see that in him
he was always the boy
always on the lookout

Its sad hooking fish
in the evening
almost like the sun
daren't watch instead

Jean Bernard Parr Biography

Brought up in Britain after the war. Briefly trained as an art restorer Worked as film editor mostly news and current affairs and writing screenplays and fiction point my telescope at the night sky sail my Laser on the Bristol Channel, when its not too rough. Stare out of windows)

The Best Poem Of Jean Bernard Parr

I Am Not Very Brave

I worked out the odds
getting into a fight
mostly it was crafted
stage managed, if you will
I got it wrong
now and again
once at Christmas
wearing that stupid hat
It was like
Take that!
dark drops in the snow
The truly brave are those
who are reckless, the ones
who don't care
deep down, I know I don't dare

Jean Bernard Parr Comments

Vincent BlueSky 06 December 2019

I feel the same way ast the poet, I see broken umbrellas on the streets off nyc and i think of youth thru old age....the premese that we are needed and then discarded after we are broken...nice poem, i want toput images and a music sound track to some verses...i will contact the right person to let me use the poem for my idea...

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