THE SEER

Photography by Stony River/AU

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

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THE THIRD ALICE TRILOGY

Photography by poet Duane Locke

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

SOFT PETALS

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Who lies rotting in those elaborate crypts of granite,
while the living bleed profusely from life’s hardnesses?

I am an ambassador of faithful intercessory prayer.
My eyes have been honored to see many dead raised.

Through time and space, these prayers have been
well-watered by the tears of a newly broken-heart.

Who can ascend to this rocky path upon pinnacles?
I am inviolate; soft petals unmoved by gales of wind.

Alice Parris

ALICE PARRIS PROPHECY OF 2010 IN REVIEW

Before I receive the prophecy for 2011, which could concern the world or myself personally-I do not know, I thought that I would re-focus on the one of two paragraphs that contained the prophecy for 2010. I believe that we have seen these things in the face of a resurgence in cholera in Haiti, polio in Africa, drug-resistant malaria in Asia, human cross-over of bird flu, bedbug infestations in the finest dwellings in the U.S. We have seen this prophecy in Tsunamis & earthquakes world-wide. We have seen trained animals attack and kill their trainers in increasing numbers. We have seen the revolt of nature, the introduction of plagues, the cruelty of man against man on the rise.

Increased economic disaster will lead to suffering which will corrode the moral fiber of those who suffer. Crime will ensue. Those comfortable in their insulated lives might find themselves the targets of brand new criminals. Home foreclosures have led to abandoned animals. Many abandoned animals now roam neighborhoods in packs feasting off of road kill. Dogs such as these attacked and bit my eighty-five year old mother as she took her morning walk in Hilton Head, South Carolina. She had to get a tetanus shot and a series of rabies shots. There are rabid raccoons in Hilton Head. Gratefully, she survived the bite and the series of shots.

The devolved will evolve with a new ‘survival-mode mentality.” The heartless will not recognize these changes until they are car-jacked or kidnapped from their lovely cars and homes. When human lives have been dismissed as “too expensive” in favor of the study of algae, as in “Christian” Governor Jan Brewer’s Arizona. Solar energy should always rule the day, with that relentless Arizona sun. President Obama cannot be blamed for everything that happens. He is not and has never has been black Jesus, nor is he the incarnation of historic “evil men.” Those who are disappointed that he is just human, well too damn bad!

March 15th, 2010 entry entitled, BRACE YOURSELVES:

“There will be an increase in clusters of populations all over the globe that are taken out every single day. We shall hear of both great and small passing from this world. The suffering, the aimless and the dispossessed will be taken earlier on. There will be great infirmities: malignancies, heart failures and auto-immune disorders. Many will wish to exit this planet of pain, but they will not be able to. The elements will be a continuous drain on finances worldwide. Calamities shall strike by virtue of nature “going rogue,” as well as cruelty from one human being to another.”

Alice Parris

CANNIBAL MOTHER

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CANNIBAL MOTHER

Your tail sweeps & lashes, gathering the children
you once suckled. It was you who caused the world
to see their beauty & magnificence because of the

justice embodied by your celebrated statue of liberty.

They were proud of their mother, who was hailed
throughout the earth. Your laws were righteous.
Your children fought wars to protect you, cannibal
mother. Their sweat spilled while tilling your grounds.

Little did they know, that you would seek out each
wounded child for a bloody sacrifice at the altar of
your new, strangely-twisted, lethal, grinding-jaws

Virtue departed as your lips parted to shred your own
children. Surely, you had tricked them into thinking
themselves safe from your newly carniverous appetites.

What do you have to show for your once opened arms &
suckled breast? You have sunk to the ground, with scales
like the leviathan; a Biblical creature of fear and loathing.

Skies cry in torrents for you, cannibal mother. None else
will. All the world watches as you cannibalize yourself. No
civilized society can chew up & swallow their own progeny.

Now, your fierce, scaled children slither reptilian-like upon

your grounds, and you are no longer a beacon of light to the
world. You will not take your blood-thirst to another planet.
Higher intelligence withstands you. You are considered a virus,

now, cannibal mother. You are not welcome anywhere else.

Alice Parris

YELLOW BLOSSOMS

When I’m gone,
will you still search for me in verses?
Will you begin
your ritual reverie of shades of Alice?

Will you wish
that you had had that last conversation?
Will you be glad
that my bright light could not, would not

keep without you?

Will you remember
me in the early Spring’s fertile palette?
Will you look
over your shoulder every time someone

looks like me?

Will the sunlight remember my name?
The moon will remember me, always.
The seas will remember me at full tide.

The deserts dried up for want of me;
my wilderness experiences were many.
Forests will painfully rain my name;
Exotic lemon-flowers will sprout in eulogy.

I will be absorbed into yellow blossoms.

Alice Parris

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THE WATCHER

Voluminous, gray clouds
part the skies on either side.
It is not clear when deluge begins.

Now, nothing but more of the
ominous, charcoal sky-bison.
 
I feel the quickening in my veins
of remembrance; rain-makers
chanting. No longer is there need.

The wagons- circled & surrounded.
Tumble-weed clouds are rolling over.

I am the watcher.

Nature has cried out against our
blasphemies against her. She has
openly declared war.

Her weapons; the elements.
 
Battle-fierce against enemies.
She is unstoppable. She topples.

The whole bloody lot; ground-gaping,
earth-quaking. Unpredictable tides,
storms, tornados, hurricanes & fires.

We talk, yet do nothing to appease.
Move quickly to right the wrongs:

the asphalt & concrete erected
has been assigned to bludgeon us.

No measure of peace is too small.
The covenent over-arches the wall.

I am the watcher.

Alice Parris

 

Photography by Stony River/AU

Photography by Stony River/AU

Photography by Stony River/AU

Photography by Stony River/AU

Photography by Stony River/AU

Photography by Stony River/AU

Photography by Stony River/AU

Photography by Stony River/AU