NH From the Poet's Mind

Poetic Philosophy #13 -- Journaling

noreply@blogger.com (Robert) — Thu, 18 Mar 2021 03:21:00 +0000

Everyday with Poetry Playlist

noreply@blogger.com (Robert) — Sat, 03 Oct 2020 03:52:00 +0000

Hey everyone, I created a playlist of my Everyday with Poetry series to make it easier for us all to keep up with current videos. Enjoy these short video poems of my everyday life.

Stay Creative in the Magic of Life

Everyday with poetry #7 -- Beech Street

noreply@blogger.com (Robert) — Wed, 09 Sep 2020 16:30:00 +0000

12:29 pm

Beech Street by Robert G Parent

I travel down Beech Street. It's been awhile I lived here. It's weird because I travel a new road now with new experiences.

Was this what Robert Frost thought many years ago when he wrote, "The Road Less Traveled."

Road as an image of going to or moving away, we all have these roads. Road as an image of class of rich or poor, manicured or dirt.

But, I think road as a journey, a journey of growth, even if I stand still before a decision. I'm still on the journey of growth, either spiritual or another type.

Whether I go toward sunset or sunrise, my journey continues. A new road is before me. I lift up my foot for the first step, toward growth and walk a new path.

Everyday with Poetry #6 -- Sacred Space

noreply@blogger.com (Robert) — Tue, 01 Sep 2020 14:40:00 +0000

Check out my video where I hiked Arathusa Falls and found a sacred space in the woods of New Hampshire at ArathusaFalls

Sacred Space by Robert G Parent

In a world of Technical and Social wonder, I seek that special space, that sacred space.

To walk in a Church, to walk among the woods, to feel something bigger, to feel changed, I walk with purpose.

To remember a way of being, to feel at one with the All -- with God, I crave the sacred, to be a re-plucked guitar string and become New.

Everyday poetry #5 -- Everyday Illusion

noreply@blogger.com (Robert) — Mon, 31 Aug 2020 15:57:00 +0000

Everyday Illusion

by Robert G Parent

See the illusion in everyday actions

Where do they come from

The choices we make

Based upon our beliefs

We have in the moment

Know that

What we believe changes

From time to time

Based on who we are trying to become in that moment

And about who we think we are

We create what we think about

To create differently

Think different

And become something new.

Everyday Poetry #4 -- Life's News

noreply@blogger.com (Robert) — Mon, 24 Aug 2020 15:20:00 +0000

Life's News

by Robert G Parent

My shirts spinning in the machine

News of the day on TV

People talking about Life's issues

In the laundromat.

Cars travel on the road outside

People in their homes

Watching movies, sports, and shows

All life is centered in the laundromat.

Here in Washington, DC 1600 Pennsylvania avenue down the road My shirts spinning in the machine

People talk about Life's issues,

All life is centered in the laundromat.

Sacred Places

noreply@blogger.com (Robert) — Tue, 18 Aug 2020 17:53:00 +0000

Here is some poetry from the White Mountains.

Sacred Places

by Robert G Parent

Go into stores

Restaurants or anywhere

Bring your mask

For it's required wear

Day upon day

Week upon week

Many months we did

I long for the natural way

A walk in the woods

Or even a national forest

To feel those energies

To hear those sounds

To see awesome things

Within a forest canopy

No masks

No cities

No negativity

Just beauty

Beauty we all long for

Come ye enter

The land of peace

In nature's sacred places

And re-balance

No Soul in Social Media

noreply@blogger.com (Robert) — Mon, 17 Aug 2020 14:51:00 +0000

No soul in social media

by Robert G Parent

My voice may be loud

But no one hears it

I am not respected

This is how I feel

Why not?

I am a child of the one God

In a world of social media

No one really says a word

But in this world of social media

Only the loudest egos

Can be heard

To drown the ocean's roar

Everyday with Poetry #3 -- City Nightlife

noreply@blogger.com (Robert) — Tue, 11 Aug 2020 13:31:00 +0000

I wrote this last year. Its amazing how I'd miss these sounds of the city nightlife.

City nightlife

The sound of music in the distance

The sound of cars passing on the streets

The talk I hear from outside

of a local tavern

In the heart of the Historic District

Many years in another time

The same sounds were heard

The sounds of the country are nice

But magical the city sounds can be

In this magical world

We live in

Zombies

noreply@blogger.com (Robert) — Mon, 10 Aug 2020 11:17:00 +0000

Zombies

by Robert G Parent

They wear the masks

Touch it

while eating and not eating

without thinking

They sit with families

in stores and resturants

with no masks

while others do

The subconscious desire

the fear of death

the fear of being themselves

the fear of being outted

They wear the masks

while alone in a car

while walking outside

while hiking in the woods

The mindless automatons

doing what they're told

the zombie appocalyse is here

the end of freedom has begun.

Cool Autumn Day

noreply@blogger.com (Robert) — Fri, 07 Aug 2020 14:21:00 +0000

Cool Autumn Day

by Robert G Parent

The day in August is cool

Foreshadowing

what's to come

Calmness in the present day

I see myself

reflected in the season

Light ripples in the lake

Birds sing their songs

Ducks glide on the surface

I too do my own thing

The tree looks

down on the scene

The bench next to the tree

Waits for humans

to do the same

They're stuck in their fear

But the time is to come

When humans too

shall be calm

For good or for ill

The choice is always theirs.

Blessings of Nature

noreply@blogger.com (Robert) — Wed, 05 Aug 2020 16:57:00 +0000

Watch "the Discovery Trail inspirations" by clicking this link. The mountains are lovely creative, dark and deep. Journey through NH from a poet's mind.

Stay Creative in the magic of life.

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Blessings of nature

by Robert G Parent

I sit here a rest area in Hooksett New Hampshire and think about my day. Oh how lucky, how blessed I was today driving around the White Mountains, hiking in the woods, recording audio and video, sharing my story of New Hampshire and the mountains I enjoy.

Beautiful cool night in August, sitting outside the diner eating a cheeseburger and drinking a Powerade, I look at the 93 in front of me, the cars in the parking lot, and the stars in the night sky. We all had a journey today, an experience that at some point is shared in our Collective consciousness.

I remember Robert Frost said something like men work together even though they are apart. I think he saw in his observations of nature the continuity of human consciousness within all life.

We all learn this lesson in our lives either now at present, in the past, or in the future. If we were to take the passage of time out of the equation, we would see this truth all at once. But, I'd still miss the passage of time because we get to write a story and tell it over a time written in the atoms of the Soul.

Within the infinity atoms are the libraries of the Soul, keeper of much information from another universe long since dead, the experiences are stored forever to be accessed and pondered on to give new insights from those lessons long ago. Oh, how beautiful the thought.

How Space Changes

noreply@blogger.com (Robert) — Tue, 04 Aug 2020 13:51:00 +0000

Our Spaces

by Robert G Parent

Our space changes

how we do

our space changes

how society does

all the stuff people buy

is how minimalism came

we decide how society changes

to only buy stuff

We truly love

instead of clutter we never use

The energy, the psychology

The soul of our spaces

depends on how we use

Our Spaces, over a time.

Posted at 9:53 am

Everyday with Poetry #2 -- inflammation

noreply@blogger.com (Robert) — Mon, 03 Aug 2020 14:15:00 +0000

Everyday with Poetry #2 -- Inflammation

Robert G Parent

It's cooler outside.

But a building takes longer to cool.

Should I get an extension cord

and put the fan in front of window,

to pull the cool night air into myself,

the place I dwell?

A simple question we have in the heat of summer.

To cool the inflammation of a life

lived in stress, anxiety, and worry,

a trinity of another source,

that also teaches.

I watch van life videos on YouTube,

a simple life maybe,

that is what I need.

Maybe, that's what we all need,

a simple life,

well maybe,

a simple elegant life.

Lost in Consciousness

noreply@blogger.com (Robert) — Thu, 30 Jul 2020 17:36:00 +0000

I hiked The Lost River trail. Just being among the huge rocks and water gave me a spiritual look at my walk on the Earth.

The place where Earth and Water meet inspired this poem "Lost in Consciousness"

ClickHereforTheLostRiverVideo to discover my inspiration and enjoy this mystical poem.

Lost in Consciousness

I dance to the beat of the native drum. I hear water spirit driving a path through rock of a river lost somewhere in time.

We all walk our path, experience to experience, and exchange information to assimilate it into knowledge that is added to the human collective.

We learn and grow in our consciousness as knowledge becomes wisdom in the dance we share within our being of the life, to again move to a new place within the consciousness.

Coffee House

noreply@blogger.com (Robert) — Wed, 29 Jul 2020 13:15:00 +0000

I wrote this on November 30th, 2010 at the end of nanowrimo. It's been awhile since I did nanowrimo, so this year I'm planning to do nanowrimo in November.

November 30th, 2010 -- Coffee House

Warm coffee house

Music on the radio

Cars and people

Go to and fro

On this cold morning

Before the Winter's scene

Nanowrimo is past

New projects

New adventures

Wait to be revealed

As the seed planted

In cold ground

Waits for Spring's rebirth

Cycles repeat

Planting and harvesting

Seeds of different types

Up Fibonacci's spiral

Creating and becoming

Something new,

Every day

Every month

Every year,

And every millennium.

The Wheel of Time spins

on the space's canvas

Going to some place

Some other time

Where a writer sits

In a warm Coffee House

Listening to music

Telling a new story,

A new poem

Of a moment in cycle

In Fibonacci's spiral

Within all life.

Song of the Poet

noreply@blogger.com (Robert) — Tue, 28 Jul 2020 15:12:00 +0000

Song of the Poet

It's me Lord writing this poem.

You know who I am;

I know who you are.

We are one in body, mind, emotion.

We are vibration.

We are Love and Light.

We are Inspiration.

We are Joy.

I have lived my life in frustration,

Looking for that one communication.

I play in this vibration,

So once again to be in that place.

To stand tall as the one spine,

The Tree of Life, I look to see

The one truth of life is its vine

Within this being I only know that...

We are vibration.

We are Love and Light.

We are Inspiration.

We are Joy.

A poem should be words

for a song not written.

A poem is a song not sung

but a life lived.

We are vibration.

We are Love and Light.

We are Inspiration.

We are Joy.

It's me Lord writing this poem.

I don't know how it will begin.

I don't know how it will end.

All I want is to inspire.

It's me Lord with frustration.

I look for communication,

to pray in Soul's vibration

and be in that place again.

Standing tall as the spine

of the One True forever

within this being

I am one in body, mind, soul.

We are vibration.

We are Love and Light.

We are Inspiration.

We are Joy.

We are vibration.

We are Love and Light.

We are Inspiration.

We are Joy.

Everyday with Poetry #1 -- Dead Air

noreply@blogger.com (Robert) — Mon, 27 Jul 2020 15:09:00 +0000

Everyday with Poetry #1

Even though this was written last year, it still holds much significance today.

June 28, 2019 @ 10:27pm 80*F

My fan blade pushes dead air

Cross my room

To try to cool me off

In a place with no air conditioning.

I watch a YouTube video

on organization

So tired.

Warm air pushes out of fan blades

Summer Night Life

out my window

I think, Sleep would be good.

Took a nap earlier

In my air condictioned car

A spiritual book on Audible plays

I sleep better in air conditioning

Now at 10:35 p.m.

Enter Ye the Land of Dreams

noreply@blogger.com (Robert) — Fri, 24 Jul 2020 16:11:00 +0000

Enter Ye the Land of Dreams

By Robert G Parent

To ride a rusty chevy,

To cruise a classy caddy,

Under the flag that waves,

There's a life of success or failure.

It's not how you handle

the successes in life.

It's how you handle

the defeats.

Move through your life

with purpose.

Remember your Dreams, your desires,

in the hard times.

The goal by God

planted in your heart

water this seed

and watch your crop grow.

Dreamcatchers

noreply@blogger.com (Robert) — Wed, 22 Jul 2020 12:55:00 +0000

Dreamcatchers

Slices of a deeper web

A web that mirrors the internet

Where knowledge is captured from a higher source

It's knowledge of who we really are

It is pure consciousness

Where we are mind and emotion

Where a lake is just a collection of energy

Waiting to be used and transformed

Mixed with other energies

Like trees, sky, and even ourselves

In that other web it's easier to be

Who we choose to be in the love of purpose.

Honor the Moment

noreply@blogger.com (Robert) — Tue, 21 Jul 2020 15:54:00 +0000

Honor the Moment by Robert G Parent

In this time of stress and anxiety, we need to come back to our center, our place of stillness to connect to the energies of creation. We need to remember who we are and the wonderful creation our bodies are. One way to keep up your immune system is to de-stress. Meditate on this poem and stay creative in the magic of life.

Check out my YouTube channel for more inspiration at http://www.Youtube.com/podcastbard

From YouTube

Everyday with Poetry #14

Honor the Moment

Tree by the Lake

Gives shade to me

A place for plants to climb

And a window to its scene

Sunlight plays with the Lake

Jumping from wave to wave

The mountains just lay in her reflection

Birds sing in the distant woods

The energy is good

All here honor this moment

In our own little ways

Small. Quite. Ancient.

Our ancestors are smiling

On this perfect moment

In this special place

Somewhere by the Massabesic Lake

All healing continues

For all who share

Its energies.

Miracle

noreply@blogger.com (Robert) — Mon, 20 Jul 2020 17:06:00 +0000

Our lives and the world can change with one decision which starts a chain of decisions to create a cycle that can lead us where we did not want to go.

The power of decision is the greatest gift the Creator gave to humanity because this makes it possible for us to become creators as well and learn the art of cause and effect in the magic we call life.

We not only create songs, stories, poems, movies, but also create our lives. If we get to somewhere we do not like, we can make another decision and create a miracle to break that old cycle.

Robert

Walk Bridge over the Merrimack River

noreply@blogger.com (Robert) — Sun, 14 Sep 2008 20:01:00 +0000

This walk bridge goes over the merrimack river in Manchester, NH and is a part of the heritage trail.

Poems of the Massabec Lake

noreply@blogger.com (Robert) — Sun, 24 Aug 2008 00:14:00 +0000

Poems by the Massabec Lake
by Robert G Parent

Poems in this show are
"Soltice Eve",
"The Dance",
"What the Eagle Sees",
"The Winds Call",
"Why Pick up the Stone",
and "Summer's Eve".

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Poetry in the Park by Robert G Parent

noreply@blogger.com (Robert) — Sat, 23 Aug 2008 22:48:00 +0000

Poetry In The Park
by Robert G Parent

poems in this show are:
"New Hampshire",
"Crow's Message",
"Replenished Energy",
"Moments", and
"The Path"