Now Available Soul of A Woman

Soul of a Woman by Holly ParsonsSoul of A Woman by Holly Parsons “…is an inspiring and Spirit-soaring collection of poems that will heal your soul and accelerate your passion for what it is to be human. Her poetry has aroused our minds and hearts with her gift of this timely and profoundly beautiful book.” Jerrie Ueberle, Founder Global Interactions and the Academy for the Future of Woman.

Gratitude for the endless rhythm and tempo of this epoch journey we call life, lies at the heart of this collection. Lying words like stepping stones, on barely discernible ancient paths that collectively reflect a universal mosaic.

Contained within are poetic narratives and transcendent chronicles composed of hopes – dreams, success – failure, romance – loss, social misgivings and observations of possibility for our fragile world.

Available at www.amazon.com.

Acid Rain

Observe the endless human race

Tumbling forth through vigilant space

A circular track

Always takes us back

Karmas prophetic fact

Here prose and penalties persist

Carving the consciousness within, we exist

Wyle away the hours

Dreaming for a life

Brimming with purpose

Devoid of strife, while

Stoic sarcophagus

Silently storms

Clear acid rain

Converts succulent norm

©Holly A. Parsons 2011

Occupy This

A cerebral void

Calling in to redeem

A conscience on a holiday

Is exactly what we mean

From me and you to the glutinous fray

 Dreaming together in charmed charade

Blowing bubbles of bullshit sticky and stark

Ruinous power a toxic hallmark

An analytical void

A heartless mirage

Disguised as a hero

Must avoid the mirror

For me and you will make it through

The ghosts of shame mislaid

To reap the fruit of greeds latitude

Confined in fermenting clay

©Holly A. Parsons 2011

To the Prisoner

To the Prisoner within the rock of wrong

Did your pilfering ways take you out of the song

If you murdered a life or created strife your misery has been enacted

But the source of your scorn is a legend worn

Whose source has been redacted

See the system seduced you to hide from the truth

The anger you feel would only reduce

Life would forget you

And scorn would entreat

Your gifts would be shallow

No benefits would reap

The soul of an artist could never compete

The story is ancient

Effective as planned

The few would parlay the many at hand

Now tacitly recuse this inhuman command

Peacefully protest

Artfully sing

Signify power

On intentional  wing

©Holly A. Parsons 2011

Plundering Pound

We do not know the way of it

Priestly history marks the froth

Twas sleepy centuries long ago

Since Parsons left the cloth

To sail upon the swollen sea

Bereft of all but willing life

Where freedom rang its bell

To trade the British bastions

Prodigious echoes of hell

Perverse with ancient angst were they

Broken psyche carried the curse

Forbear future isocracies

To betray the colonies worth

©Holly A. Parsons 2011

Venues

We cannot clap

We cannot care

We cannot witness

The Arts despair

Its’ furtive aire

Inside my heart

Where mystics live

Language is rare

©Holly A. Parsons 2011