Kevin L. Parks Pennsauken, New Jersey

Kevin began writing poetry in his late teens. His poetry has been published in The Informer, a bulletin of the Bethel A.M.E. Church, where he works as a church musician. He is also published with The National Library of Poetry. Kevin shares his poetry with the staff at Pyne Poynt Family School in Camden, NJ, where he is an instrumental instructor in the Fine Arts Department. Kevin hopes his poetry will help bring a balance in one's emotional, psychological, and spiritual well-being.

Falter If I ever start to falter From what life has to offer With my head caught in a halter Leading me down from the altar With all kind of thoughts in mind That will help to make me blind Saying here's a feast to dine And a scrumptious glass of wine Coming from the best of vine Telling me that all this is mine Now look at this land of treasure Full of beauty and all sorts of pleasure And bountiful to any measure If I choose to keep a ledger There's exotic aroma of flowers That have blossomed and bloomed for this hour Their aroma has such a great power That will keep away anything sour Soft to the touch are their petals Found in a beautiful meadow There are beautiful melodious sounds Filling the air all around and abound So come let me take you on down The illusion upon this great ground The choice in this matter is yours Only you can open the doors The one that will help you to soar Or the one with the door with no floor

Affirmative Action Affirmative action Boy what a caption Rooted in pain We still have no gain Now we'll sit lame With no one to blame It is truly a shame That we need such a cane For now we will struggle Without a good juggle If we would wake There would be such a quake For then we would make And not have to take We'd stand on our own Without there a moan We'd need not the fraction Affirmative action We'd have the traction And not the reaction Wake I say And start a new day Dare not to lay Dare not to fray But continue to pray And shine like the ray From whence cometh your pay

Get Well After hearing you ill Our emotions did fill From your arduous hill With its ominous will Remember God's pill Won't let you sit still So be like a mill In the center of vil. Keep climbing you must In God with your trust And not just for us But for him who is just You know we will pray With the dawn of each day For God's glorious ray To help comfort your stay And God's holy touch To loosen this clutch Which has gripped you so much And wrapped you as such We'll ask God for grace To shine on your face And take off this brace That is stopping your race We'll ask God to heal As we bend down and kneel For our God is real And will change your ordeal

All poems Copyright © 1996 Kevin L. Parks. All rights reserved.