Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    
profile image

Weston Parks

Updated: Sat, 15 Nov 2014 02:30 pm

parksweston@yahoo.com

Contact via WOL logo

Biography

I am a poet and lyricist. My work is a simple reflection of the human experience, my observations of others, my life's love and loss, and my spiritual values. I am married (for the 2nd time). I have four children. I was born in 1973. I have lived most of my life in Oklahoma USA. I also write and sing songs, mostly of the country music genre. I hope you enjoy my work. Please visit Amazon/Kindle to see my book "Poems, Prayers and Promises". All four volumes are available now. Enjoy!

Samples

LOST AT SEA Weston Parks I'm perched upon the sandy shore, fast anchored to the land As I do gaze with one accord, through spyglass in my hand Far out to sea I do espy, my one and sacred love My Dearest One I'll ne'er deny, my bonded lady love Alone she sits and tears do fall, and reach her I cannot Though hoarse my voice I call and call, she's not within earshot She's suffered yet again a row, with one she trusted dear And though she seeks out friend from foe, she can't see that I'm near She stands up in her rocky craft, to gain a better view Her eyes search far both fore and aft, though sighting nothing new If only she could see the compass, firmly in my grasp But when I sought to offer it, her hand would not enclasp She holds one of her own aloft, not knowing that it lies And thinks my loyalty's gone soft, though truth this does defy Her looking glass is scratched and scored, and hides reality More drifting she cannot afford, as she ebbs far from me The oars are lost and rudders failed, her sail is shorn in two And leaking water can't be bailed, catastrophe is due If only she would take a leap, of faith in me at last She'd find I'll never make her weep, I still am holding fast No sooner would I her betray, than cut my very throat But still she must take leap of faith, to cross the bitter moat She must believe that north is south, and east has become west And catch the line I toss to her, believing I know best And if the choice she makes is true, the joy will be sublime For faith in me is overdue, and now has come the time

All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.

Favourite Profiles

Profile image Cynthia Buell Thomas

Do you want to be featured here? Submit your profile.

Comments

No comments posted yet.

If you wish to post a comment you must login.

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message