Category Archives: Alice Parris

O BLACK ANGEL

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New Angel Wings by Shadavar -stock

New Angel Wings by Shadavar-stock

O black angel,

spread your wings for me.

Deliver me from ghosts and rattling chains,

chants, haunts, and roots, sinking at the bayou’s bottom.

 

The past with its dried hope and magnolia,

now long-gone; a shattered mirror of forlorn days.

 

O black angel,

spread your wings

upwards and outwards; sweep from

paradise to heaven. where grass grows emerald,

springing back past the walking on it.

To where joy-filled winds speak mysteries of the ages.

 

O black angel,

spirit me away to where

gates of pearl open onto streets of gold, like glass.

 

O black angel,

Uphold me in your massive hands.

Let me look into your piercing eyes, and

see beyond the boundaries of man’s comprehension.

To that place of magnificent, peerless beauty.

 

O black angel,

carry me in your wings.

Take me to that place where I might

see His body, bloodied and pierced for me.

Behold His face and kiss His nail-scarred hands.

 

 

By Alice Parris

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HOPE CLINGS LIKE A VELVET MIST

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Photography by Stony River/AU

Photography by Stony River/AU

 

 

HOPE CLINGS LIKE A VELVET MIST

Wildflowers grow flawlessly
Surrounded by colored lies
Adults breathe in tradition
Children exhale wordless sighs

The dreamless sleep in poppies
Couched in beds of loneliness
The future shreds like ribbons
Hope clings like a velvet mist

Fierce garnet-colored flames
Turn to soft flickers glowing
Crisp green ages into brown
Burdened with too much knowing

Young flesh will melt away
Like fresh wax melting slowly
Wasted breath filled with regret
As cradle rocks the lowly

Alice Parris

BAROMETER BONES

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Photography by Stony River/AU

Photography by Stony River/AU

BAROMETER BONES

Barometer bones
predict storm clouds
gathering.

Lightning causes
fetal positions
of pain.

Bones
feel thunderstorms
assemble

as armies of slate-

hurling hail,
throwing lightning-
javelins,

catapulting
massive buckets
of rain.

Crazy old lady
appears in a
fire-engine-red

raincoat &
yellow, rain-slicker
boots.

She died
drenched & appears
not to know.

Alice Parris

SOULGASM BY ALICE PARRIS

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Soulgasm is currently available in eBook format in Kindle Edition and in Google Play. This is a book of poetry which has had  tremendous staying power both in written word and audio CD. This autobiographical poetry book  has sculpted a life of its own;  its verses wearing themselves.

Alice Parris

 

 

MERCURIAL AMULETS

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PHOTOGRAPHY BY  STONY RIVER/AU

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Mercurial amulets melting, flowing lava-like towards
unknown paths. What was once feared is now desired
for its mesmerizing beauty and quick-silver movement.

Fickle are the minds that must be titilated by blowing
winds, ever moving in directions unseen, unknowable.

Just as dangerous are the minds that will never change.

Time, the great mystery, is but a purveyor of fortune;
blessing or cursing. Hours march as disciplined soldiers.

Minutes heal or slay victims who do slumber; whisking
away to other realms, those who will never escape sleep.

Yet, a moment of decision is the seed capable of glory.

Alice Parris

THE GREEN PARROT

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THE GREEN PARROT

PHOTOGRAPHY BY STONY RIVER/AU

PHOTOGRAPHY BY STONY RIVER/AU

He,  a blustering,
extravagant painter.

She,  a sensitive,
flurried-word poet.

Loving and fighting.
Rising to do it all again.

But, brush & quill stilled.

Their passions lingered
long after their passing.

Their fiery  pallet painted
upon the signature wings

of an exotic green parrot.

Its passionate wings but
hot- love  rain forest deep.

Alice Parris

THE THIRD ALICE TRILOGY

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Photography by Stony River/AU

Photography by Stony River/AU

 

 

Mother moon cries. Eye-weeper.

Earth’s waters replenish her tears.

Mother moon cries in great travail.

 

THE TWIXT & THE TWIDDLE

Coal-black armor on midnight steed.
Swords clashing in the heavenlies.

We lie between twixt and twiddle;
seeking safety and understanding.

 
THE THIRD ALICE

Asleep, the third Alice has
appeared in the third Heaven.

Her unglorified body flits
easily into celestial spaces;

haunting heaven thru desire.

Awake, she is weighed down;
the temporal demands of life.

The third Alice sees the glorious
flash of white wings encircle her.

Hears  pure knowledge whisper
to her spirit,  “soon, but not yet.”

 

ALICE PARRIS