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For just a moment Is it wrong to want to die? To avoid the pain That I’ve faced within my life? For just a moment Is it wrong to want to die? To avoid the hurt And the loss that makes me cry? For just a moment Is it wrong to want your dream? To avoid the grief And live happily again? For just a moment Is it wrong to want to… Read More

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Like standing in the rain on New Year’s Eve. Like picturing the perfect year ahead. Like the rain brought something hard to believe. Like a reality that I would dread. Like the rain falling so hard that it stings. Like the rain has also blurred my vision. Like I question my perception of things. Like each day demands a new decision. Like the rainfall forms my very own tears. Like the colours… Read More

Taken from my You Tube channel.  In this vlog, I recite a Christmas themed poem.  I hope you enjoy it and that you had a good Christmas/holiday season. (C) Dean G. Parsons. 2019.

     Hello everyone.  I wanted to take a moment to wish you all a peaceful and happy Christmas and, if you do not celebrate Christmas, to nonetheless extend that wish for peace and happiness to you.       Thank you to all of my readers and to those who follow me on various social media sites: Facebook MeWe Instagram Twitter LinkedIn Ello      I would particularly like to thank… Read More

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Does Your Mother Know? A Horse With No Name It’s a Mystery Can You Feel It? I Walk The Line Life’s What You Make It Clap Your Hands I Predict A Riot Get Up Offa That Thing Pull Up to the Bumper Turn Back Time Surrender If Only I Could Rewrite the Stars It’s Too Darn Hot Where Is the Love? Let It Be Radioactive Never Trust a Stranger Don’t Break My… Read More

The demonstration of distortion. The display of the despicable. The demeanour of desperation. The dealers of our democracy. The designers of disenchantment. The demands of the denigrators. The destroyers of decent discourse. The dealers of our democracy. The defamation of the decent. The direction of disharmony. The deceit of the delegation. The dealers of our democracy. The disruptors of due diligence. The definition of devious. The diatribe of the devout. The dealers… Read More

Trees restore me well. The rustle of leaves enchants. Factories pollute.     (c) Dean G. Parsons. 2019.

    I am reflecting over my current writing projects.  One of them is a project that is turning out to be as enjoyable as it is challenging.  Initially, the idea was for me to write a small collection of poetry related to my relationship with Parkinson’s Disease.  As I have been writing the poetry, what is emerging is an autobiographical work that reveals aspects of my life. Interestingly, it is my… Read More