PHOTOGRAPHY BY STONY RIVER/AU
Should I go softly into the sweet purring night
or spin like a new windmill into the furious sun?
Shall I yet stretch out upon limbs brittle-sure?
The morn cups chirping birds of Southern hue
as the vultures gather at the the road’s crossing.
I was that gift of drink poured out in love’s leaving,
never noticed till years passed on their understanding.
I watch dimly in this gray world trimmed darkest noir.
The sharp mind bleeds from having turned upon itself.
Colors bled and faded in the passage of indifferent years.
Stark, falling shards have become our only measurements.
O, do you discharge your spirit before slumber overtakes?
There is yet a brightness hidden from earth-bound eyes
that quiets all turbulence in the breathlessness of night.
The quickening comes when time stalls… suddenly.
Alice Parris
Photography by Stony River/AU
THE SEER
Craggy visage
framed by snow-locks.
Power mantle unfurls
upon a servant’s feet.
Garbled voices give
way to white-misted,
billowy clouds nesting
in a bed of symbols.
Flesh feasts
upon divine symbols
with viper-drool fangs.
The seer stands alone.
Wildflowers of white
yellow & lavender. Early
birds flying with mates.
Flooded creeks flash-dry.
Morning dew hides
from first light. Silence…
Rumbling underground
seeking wide-lipped spout.
Flurries scurry
to orbital peripheries.
Discernment of shadows.
The seer stands alone.
Within timeless frames
& frameless times…
The seer stands alone.
Alice Parris
Photography by Stony River/AU
to anoint their Northern queen and
sit her upon a throne of great power.
She left the Northern lights and fled
into the desert. There she lived like
a queen; lavishly. Far from the poor.
She was anointed the standard bearer
of a truth that neither pitied the poor
nor visited the widow. There was no
compassion for those appointed to die.
She charged much gold for others to
behold her and to be in her presence.
She preached the gospel of Sarah. She
peverted the true gospel of good news.
She prepared her caravan. Pomp and
ceremony went before her coronation.
The Palinites waved their fronds bowing
at her display of great wealth and power.
She chose as her crown rare, costly jewels.
Our Savior wore a painful crown of thorns.
The Lord has not blessed her coronation…
Alice Parris
Photography by poet Duane Locke
MOONDROPS
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
Photography by Stony River/AU
The GOP fueled by the erratic Tea Party rose to power in 2010 based on
repetitious lies. The promises that they said were their priorities were fictitious.
They swept in countless GOP governors to do the work of taking away rights, services
& sustenance to the families over the which they exerted control in a plethera of states.
In a bizarre campaign promise contradiction, they led with their social agenda. Trying
to destroy unions, women’s rights & college education. All of this done in the name of
Christian values. They are false Christians, not having understood the Beatitudes.
They are so full of hate for President Obama that they have sold their souls in the hating.
It is written, “But he that hateth his brother, is in darkness, and walketh in darkness and
knoweth not whither he goeth, because that darkness has blinded his eyes.” I John 1:11
Imagine denying a woman the right to choose, forcing her to have a baby, then denying
her the assistance she may need to feed and provide for her child. This will happen if GOP
governors are given “block medicaid funds.” Corrupt governors will just give the money to
their rich donors. How will these children of “rape & incest’ be fed?
Imagine the super rich fortified in their mansions with an arsenal of weapons to shoot any
hungry, roaming masses that have become their victims. Shall we see massive death in
America? Shall we see the middle class homeless? Shall we witness snipers in the ivory
towers of the rich shooting down hungry protesting people? The GOP/Tea Party future
for America is sick and dark.
How long shall the blinded stay blind? How long shall the racist hate, voting against his
own interest? What baby boomer does not have elderly parents on medicare, in assisted
living or nursing homes? These middle-agers will have to pay for the medical care of their
parents who have paid into the social security system their whole lives & got cheated
on medicare to give tax breaks to the rich.
Be afraid. Be very afraid if the GOP have their way. Children, women of reproductive age,
college students, baby boomers & the elderly have to let go of their “fear of a black man”
and begin to see the alternative for what it is: guaranted increase in income for the rich and
for the politicians that make it possible. Heaven help us all, for despair & death is on the
doorstep in America.
Alice Parris
Photography by Stony River/AU
Prophecies are unfolding at a rapid rate. I am stilled to silence as a matter of self-discipline. The ability to be still is a gift that is needed in these times. Each of us needs to find the stillness within in order to forgo stepping on “cause and effect” landmines. We are aware that for each action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Timing dictates the other “shoe-drop.”
Alice Parris
Photography by Stony River/AU
I suggest to you that Caucasians in America took a look around and saw that they were not reproducing at the same rates as “minorities.” Then (with a black man in the White House) a fevered push on immigration, guns flying off the shelves, a rise in racist militias, talk of succession & a waxing nostalgic about the Southern Confederacy & the Civil War. (replete with a big ole Scarlett O’Hara bash)
I further suggest to you that the flagrant disrespect towards the POTUS, especially the carrying of open fire arms at an event where he was speaking & the Arizona shooting all stem from the same irrational fear. The fear is of a “colored planet.” We all know that only liberals can tolerate justice and equality for all. Since the President of the United States is obliged to help shape the world, they just have got to get a Republican white man back in there or our country is going straight to perdition! Little matter if Republicans ruined the world’s economy. Now, somehow, Obama did it! No, what he did was win the Presidency fair and square!
It does not matter what President Obama says or does. They have got to take the power back come hell or high water. It doesn’t matter if pregnant women die in the streets, it does not matter how many Hispanics they have to push into the sea, it does not matter how many sick people die, it doesn’t matter how many homeless freeze to death, it doesn’t matter who risks life & limb fighting in wars. It does not matter who gets hurt in this tug of war for power. The only thing that matters is who wins- it is certainly not about fiscal discipline.
Last time that I checked, the Republicans in the Congress couldn’t count the votes prior to taking a vote on the Patriot Act. By the way, the Patriot Act will help protect from foreign & domestic terrorists. Which one of you will be the next to volunteer to be gunned down because nobody knew that a POCKET OF EVIL was fomenting nearby? Tea Party/GOP/bipolar conservative movements, kiss my ass!
Alice Parris
Photography by Stony River/AU
When the Affordable Care Act comes before the Supreme Court of the land, Justice Scalia and Justice Thomas should recuse themselves if the are honorable men. They have had flagrant dalliances with the Tea Party for the which they cannot be considered impartial. The problem is that they, themselves, are given the task of determining whether or not they have been compromised. They have been compromised.
Justice Clarence Thomas’s wife’s political activities should be enough reason that he should not sit with the other justices to decide whether or not the mandatory purchase of Health Care coverage is constitutional or not. Justice Scalia has exalted his values before his position. He has convened with Tea Party/Right Wing movers & shakers on various occasions. He has given a CLOSED DOOR Constitutional tutorial to the Tea Party Caucus just this past week.
A seared conscious is the only reason that either of these Justices could consider themselves to be inviolate and able to decide the fate of the Affordable Care Act for the entire nation. If they do not recuse themselves, a gross miscarriage of justice will occur; from the which this country might never recover. We may actually witness a ‘death panel’ if these Justices decide the virtue of their own impartiality.
Alice Parris
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I would like to introduce a friend of mine doing an exceptional job singing the National
Anthem @ MSU. The rising artist’s name is FaLisa JaNaye. Her rendition gives goosebumps!
Alice Parris
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Lilac & mauve carnations,
orange-creamsicle & fushia sunflowers
pop out between sprinklings of green sprigs.
Dusty-rose &
tangerine trumpets blow the announcement:
Woodstock magic;
open hands, open hearts & open minds.
A hard-loving, hard-playing time
cut short by balding, joyless men.
The wreath
of color-profusion graces my bedroom.
Bejeweled bracelets of Crystal, Hematite,
Amber, Amethyst, Aventurine, Tiger’s Eye
& Jade still grace these arms- no longer held
out in the wonderment of freedom.
Some can hear the distinct tribal drumbeat.
These wreaths adorn guarded-hearts;
believers in mid-August, butterfly-freedoms.
Away in dreams
of ‘Summer’s Eve’ wonder, Boomers will take flight.
When aging lids grow weary, the charmed-piper plays.
Then, free-spirits are filled by an illumined-iridescence.
Woodstock magic lives again…
Alice Parris
