THE STILLNESS

Photography by Stony River/AU

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

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THE FAR RIGHT NEFARIOUS AGENDA

Photography by Stony River/AU

Photography by Stony River/AU

Just what have the newly minted Tea Party/Republicans been up to since they were sworn in? Well, one glaring thing is their desire to “take over” a women’s uterus. Do they wish to see all women return to the state of being barefoot and pregnant? What is this absurdity of trying to redefine “rape” or “incest?” What is this attempt to deny a woman, dying from a pregnancy gone wrong, medical care..to have her turned out into the streets? Have these people gone stark raving mad? This seems like a self-fufilling prophecy. Just this summer, the Tea Party bemoaned “Sharia law in America.” THEY are the one’s re-branding it and taking it as their own. They do want religious rule in America, only you’ve got to be a Christian or there is no place at the table. The only people that they want to see have equal rights appear to be heterosexual white males.

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

RECUSAL IS THE ONLY ANSWER

Photography by Stony River/AU

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

THE WREATH

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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

CLEAR STREAMS

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CLEAR STREAMS

Clear our streams of consciousness.
Purge our wagging tongues in purity.
Clean our mottled, ambivalent hearts.

We are the keepers of earth’s flame:

We will decide the fate of waters,
limitless, mercury-less fish, blue
skies filled with sprite-birds singing.

Get under the waterfall of the living;
death is easy and surprisingly cheap.
Enter clear streams & wash away guile.

Wash hands filled with blood and mayhem.
Clear streams pierce through our amnesia.
Clear streams give amnesty for indulgence.

It is not our vast metropolises that will
reflect the greatness or genius of mankind.
It will be in the simplicity of our clear streams.

Alice Parris

DANCING HEARTS ARE STILL REMEMBERED

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Photography by Stony River/AU


Lavender-turquoise-salmon sea shells
jangling from cherry-red hip scarves.
Yellow, red, orange & brown crisp leaves

blowing on a near-frost morn, circling
around sensible shoes for painful arches.

Dancing feet are still remembered.

Gone are the tinkling sound of anklets
above Aboriginal feet. Pages slowly yellow.
Turkey oven mitts replace youthful hands.

Hippie graveyards are filling quickly this season.
Blood medicated to move through more efficiently,
even though aging bodies move like a sea of slugs.

Mescaline revelations are a vague notion, now.
Desert moons whispered their neon-wisdoms.
Now, the rumble announces a newly deafening ear.

Dancing minds are still remembered.

Love for humanity was poured out like LSD
upon this generation of seekers. Quietly, they
have been taken away; one by one. The world
is the poorer for it; with its fierce anal pincers.

Dancing hearts are still remembered.

Alice Parris

*Plucked from my poetry archive

MY FIRST-LIGHT LOVER

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And…
I wait for my first-light lover.

He is alive with musical vibrations
& lyrical laughter. He draws me past
the night’s cruel maze of darknesses.

His eyes are the color of Cool Gray
His skin is burnished like fine brass.
His voice is harbinger of a new moon.
His smile melts ice-stars; to shed tears.

And…
I wait for my first-light lover.

Waiting…
my feet grow stong like roots & my
legs are hidden by Birds Of Paradise.
He never understands how long I wait;
his days are my endless months, years.
His job is to sprinkle gold-dust on those
with dead-fish eyes, so they can glisten.

My first-light lover
cleverly stole Cupid’s quiver of arrows.
In stealth, he has become the King of Hearts.

And…
I wait for my first-light lover.

He is there in black-obelisk night.
In inhalation & exhalation at noon.
He is there as day disrobes, donning
musty-dusk. He is there as fire flies
seduce sultry, summer eves. He is there…

at first-light.

Alice Parris