Soul Of Poetry

Clouds

podcastbard@yahoo.com (Robert G Parent) — Wed, 22 Jul 2020 13:56:00 +0000

Clouds by Robert G Parent

Beautiful Winter Day

Sun's out, it's 36 degrees Fahrenheit

cars naturally flow on the city's streets.

People walk down Elm street

going in and out of shops and grills,

I sit at the bus stop.

Looking up I see cumulus clouds

float and change shape

in a dance of air currents

in a state of constant change

naturally they move

just being and not thinking.

Creating bunnies, Angels, and Aliens

or whatever we say they are

to think, to ponder, to create,

to flow and be one with the one spirit.

the one spirit with many names

to change as we choose

based on perception's scene

Weather be you neighbor,

your job, or God

or just clouds Dancing

above you heads.

to love, see, and change

is our natural way.

Zion by Robert G Parent

podcastbard@yahoo.com (Robert G Parent) — Thu, 26 Apr 2007 04:40:00 +0000

Zion
by Robert G. Parent

City of Spirit
City of Physical
the river of life
that flows through you
and flows through me
the city on the top of the hill
the City of Light, of Soul
I see you in the distance
I hear your call
I feel your power
Oh mighty City
where the flowers of life are
where the "Flowers of Life" are
Oh mighty City
where the sacred heart beats
in harmony
with all "Flowers of Life"
the light that shines
within All Flowers
is the key
to that door of twelve
Oh mighty dodecahedron of Light
is that seed
of our future's self
the Flowers surround the tree
Chanting, Singing, Knowing
the Flowers surround the tree
watch the buds bloom,
the Flowers on the tree
Mighty Pemigewasset of Life
feeds, cleans, helps
the Flowers Grow Strong
in Zion
above Pemigewasset
brings hope to all.

Click here to listen to 04 Zion

The Shadow by Robert G Parent

podcastbard@yahoo.com (Robert G Parent) — Thu, 12 Apr 2007 21:59:00 +0000

The Shadow by Robert G Parent

03 The Shadow

The Shadow
by Robert G Parent

A haze, a fog
covers the moon's light
high above treetops
metaphors of this life

The light of source
the light of life
the light of the God force
enters our reality

in this light
I lose myself
and turn my back
to see that self

as a light being
Why do this?
but to see
the Shadow

two dimensional
shadow among trees
looking on hilltops
the search for, it.

the shadow, the light
the gentle wind blows
through the oak leaves
still on the trees

is shadow separate
or is it connected
as above so below
shadow, what is it?

I am that and that I am by Robert G Parent

podcastbard@yahoo.com (Robert G Parent) — Thu, 12 Apr 2007 21:45:00 +0000

I am that and that I am by Robert G Parent

02 I am that and that I am

I am that, and that I am
by Robert G Parent

Room full of stuff
ceiling down exposes wood slats
unfocused thoughts, ideas, energy
unlike the universe.

I am here, somewhere in boxes
the Me(s) scattered
through time and space
gathering the info of life's meaning.

The question echos
through universe; who am I ?
Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? (say in higher pitch)
The God force echos and manifest
its ideal blueprint in chaos' perfection

thousands of millions of atoms
molecules, electrons, photons,
do their dance of life
through the sound of creation.

The many projects, emails,
CD's, DVD's, Books, magazines,
searching for that one question
whispered throughout time and relative dimensions.

Who am I ?
He who loses focus
drains their energy
of mediocre projects.

The sun is chaos' example
thousands of creations and destructions
here one moment
and cosmic energy the next.

Am I the sun or the moon,
reflections in the mirror of life
or do I cast my unique light
onto the dark valleys of my mind.

To sit here amongst the stuff
boxes and piles everywhere
date book still on page one
to do list growing
and all I thing about
is the universal perfection
of chaos' wonderful dance
of molecules, photons, ideas and light.

from the Leo full moon 2006 poems

Clouds by Robert G Parent

podcastbard@yahoo.com (Robert G Parent) — Thu, 12 Apr 2007 21:39:00 +0000

Clouds by Robert G Parent

01 Clouds

Clouds
by Robert G Parent

Beautiful Winter Day
Sun's out, it's 36 degrees Fahrenheit
cars naturally flow
on the city's streets.

People walk down Elm street
going in and out
of shops and grills,
I sit at the bus stop.

Looking up I see
cumulus clouds
float and change shape
in a dance of air currents

in a state of
constant change
naturally they move
just being and not thinking.

Creating bunnies, Angels, and Aliens
or whatever we say they are
to think, to ponder, to create,
to flow
and be one with the one spirit.

the one spirit
with many names
to change as we choose
based on perception's scene

Weather be you neighbor,
your job, or God
or just clouds
Dancing above you heads.

to love, see, and change
is our natural way.

First Post

podcastbard@yahoo.com (Robert G Parent) — Thu, 12 Apr 2007 20:47:00 +0000

Poetry for the soul.