Tuesday, 29 August 2017

Autumn Equinox

Falling leaves and crispy mornings
Leaves all littered on the lawn
Browns and reds and yellows too
All part of the autumn hue
Equinox and shorter days
Longer nights and darker dawn

Misty mornings damp and dull
Days of sun and crisp clean air
Wind and rain and frost to come
The scene is changing day by day
It tells the time its nature’s way
Autumnness will have its day

Alistair J Parker
29 August 2017

Inspired by this mornings walk through the park.

Monday, 24 April 2017

Feeling Sad

Tears well up nowhere to go
They trickle down your cheek
Feel the warm damp tears fall
A symbol of the fear you feel
The thoughts of what may have been
Tears well up and make you sad
You’re just so glad it wasn’t you
Or anyone you love
But it was someone who you don’t know
Someone who is wracked with fear
Fear of what they saw that night
Will haunt them evermore
What they saw, what may have been
Will haunt them on and on

You feel ok and then you’re not
The mind is playing tricks
Kind words and thoughts from ones you love
Help only for a time
Before the thoughts come back again
And tears begin to well
Imagining what might have been
Your mind is in a whirl
Dab your eyes and wipe the tears away
Remember those less blessed than you
Count your blessings hold and hug
The ones you love so dear
And hope that love will wipe away
The teardrops and the fear

This poem was inspired by the effect of being caught up in the bombing of the Manchester Arena on 22nd May 2017. Waiting for two granddaughters and their two friends to emerge from the carnage and confusion was a life-changing experience. I could not have anticipated the emotional impact the experience has had. Pleased to say everyone was safe but, I suspect, the children will carry the emotional scar for life.

24 May 2017

Sunday, 23 April 2017

My First Book of Poetry - Remembering

My first book of poetry was created and 
published in Blurb for my own
amusement and as a gift for friends and 
family - Remembering 


The title came from the first poem I wrote
which was about remembering the place 
where I spent so many of my childhood holidays.

Many of other poems are also inspired by 
nostalgic memories.

Each poem is accompanied by a photograph 

and an explanation of the inspiration that 
prompted me to write it.

Updated 14.02.2019

The book can be purchased as a print book or downloaded from here as an Ebook.

Tuesday, 21 March 2017

Remembering More - Poetry and Nostalgic Thoughts

To introduce you to my published work a FREE copy of my most recent collection is available as an e-book from Blurb. Just Click the link and get your Free e-book version of Remembering More - a collection of poems and nostalgic thoughts.

http://www.blurb.co.uk/ebooks/pc50caf2f6a5ce468bb7c
Remembering More

The Spring is Sprung

In celebration of #worldpoetryday2017

The Spring is Sprung

The spring is sprung the grass is riz
It’s growing fast and needs a wiz
The Equinox is here at last
Let’s hope the winter now is past
The little birds are getting frisky
Doing things that look really risky

Weeds are popping heads up high
Reaching for the clear blue sky
Mulching’s needed no more dig
Unless of course you have a pig
Spread it round and spread it thick
To keep the soil in right good nick

Worms a wriggling from below
To reach the air and have a blow
Leaves unfurling green and bright
Waving, wafting catch the light
Looking forward to the flowers
And seeing how the garden grows

Alistair J Parker
21 March 2017

With apologies to one of my favourite anonymous poem, read in a dodgy American accent:-

Der spring is sprung
Der grass is riz
I wonder where dem boidies is?

Der little boid’s is on der wing
Aint dat absoid?
Der wings is on da boid
Anon

20.3.2017