The contributions, musings, and lyrical sketches of Parker Smith.

 

humansofnewyork:

This man was walking down the sidewalk with a rolled-up canvas strapped to his back. “I like to carry my art around with me,” he explained, “so it will soak up the energy of the city and have a heartbeat on the wall.”
"Can I see it?" I asked.
"Sure," he said. “It’s a self-portrait."

Word.

humansofnewyork:

This man was walking down the sidewalk with a rolled-up canvas strapped to his back. “I like to carry my art around with me,” he explained, “so it will soak up the energy of the city and have a heartbeat on the wall.”

"Can I see it?" I asked.

"Sure," he said. “It’s a self-portrait."

Word.

You came out with the symphony and marched out with the band
A chorus played intently and your beauty was at hand.

#5 A Soundbite.

#4 Texas

From Denton to Decatur

I comb the county roads

In my two door Monte Carlo

With dirt on the windows

 .

The glow of the odometer

The miles count in time

The headlights reflecting on

The road signs racing by

And Texas, thanks for all the times

Oh Texas, and your summer nights.

Oh Texas, I am satisfied

You led me to the love of mine

 .

Sunrise sunset

This is where I belong

Fall in love again

In Texas in Texas  

Oops.

Got a little behind there on NaPoWriMo. I’ve been busy… but really is that an excuse? Poetry is obviously a priority haha. I’ll catch up.

#3 Writ

i carry a note in my pocket

from whom to none

scratching pen of ambitions

as they roll down my arm

 .

like the coin in a funnel

to be lost by my fingertips

that i can press into paper

and feel on my lips

#2 Listen.en.

Echoic

Patter voice

Twirls ribbon text

Around a noticing little finger

Enticing quintessencial chills

Follicles on end

Like soldiers

Stoic

Played 30 times

Matthew 6

By Parker Smith

2011

Matthew 6

I went out into the cold

The sun grazed my back

.

And under the leaves

a fox ran into his den

.

a place to rest his head

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#1 Togetherness

Sing like flying

Something like the swaying of trees

With your mouth half open

Eyes shut

.

Sky the reckless

Tip toe up

To giants

And stand tall

.

Wander til lost

Finding oceans in morning

We can play the part of 

togetherness

Hey.

It’s April first. I usually remember NaPoWriMo (That is, National Poetry Writing Month) halfway through the month and by then I just deem it too late to jump on. But I’m on time, and today seems like a good day to start. I don’t really know what to expect quality-wise, so I’ll just take the bad ones with the good and go for it.