tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20582154485672285652011-04-21T13:41:08.358-07:00Poetry Barnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546852462734206981noreply@blogger.comBlogger241100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058215448567228565.post-77466456233993466422008-08-01T07:29:00.000-07:002008-08-01T07:30:48.050-07:00Cherish the one that made you<br />Parish the one that faed you<br />Garish, the one that bathed you<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058215448567228565-7746645623399346642?l=poetry-barn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poetry Barnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546852462734206981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058215448567228565.post-52353900911432915112008-07-31T06:57:00.000-07:002008-07-31T06:58:18.963-07:00now i know where your heart lies<br />beyond remorse<br />beyond this plane<br /><br /> but<br /><br />I hear a horn<br />pierce the skye's tight Shell<br /><br />a thin claang<br />rising its gain in red and dynamik<br /><br />fast as an upward Stream<br />to-wards Magnetic-north<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058215448567228565-5235390091143291511?l=poetry-barn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poetry Barnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546852462734206981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058215448567228565.post-22183226685843761822008-07-30T14:29:00.001-07:002008-07-30T14:30:45.643-07:00Deer<br />Beer<br />Fear<br />Near<br />Rear<br />Seer<br />Tear<br />Mere<br />Here<br />Hear<br />Sheer<br />Steer<br />Veer<br />Peer<br />Leer<br />Cheer!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058215448567228565-2218322668584376182?l=poetry-barn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poetry Barnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546852462734206981noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058215448567228565.post-35488134327948041162008-07-30T14:27:00.000-07:002008-07-30T14:29:07.434-07:00I think I saw a thousand stars<br />That held me close<br />That held me dear<br /><br />At closer look t'were only f'fty<br />Bred from Hopes<br />Sewn from Tears<br /><br /><br />And what behind those stirr'd stars<br />But stripes of white<br />And stripes of red<br /><br />At glance the thoughts of Lib-er-ty<br />Came rushing in<br />Inside my head<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058215448567228565-3548813432794804116?l=poetry-barn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poetry Barnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546852462734206981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058215448567228565.post-88653092536852306882008-07-30T14:25:00.000-07:002008-07-30T14:27:01.043-07:00Dear Earth,<br />Apologies.<br />We mean not to tread.<br />We mean not to tear.<br />Bear with us.<br />We're learning.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058215448567228565-8865309253685230688?l=poetry-barn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poetry Barnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546852462734206981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058215448567228565.post-51757897719871773682008-04-21T19:25:00.001-07:002008-04-21T19:27:27.244-07:00Windmill song<br />oh valiant seas<br />of shards of mint<br />Refreshing treat!<br /><br />Don't call for help<br />the door! it's locked!<br />Another fear for fall for near<br />oh dear<br />oh dear<br />oh dear<br />oh dear<br /><br />the walls of crepe<br />that melt within<br />within<br />within<br />you're way too thin!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058215448567228565-5175789771987177368?l=poetry-barn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poetry Barnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546852462734206981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058215448567228565.post-64238172108969108352008-04-21T19:22:00.000-07:002008-04-21T19:23:37.503-07:00clank clank clank<br />tink tink tink tink<br />glug glug<br />tink<br />clack clack clack clack<br />ching ching<br />bbbbring bbbring<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058215448567228565-6423817210896910835?l=poetry-barn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poetry Barnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546852462734206981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058215448567228565.post-17946301890087208612008-01-20T15:26:00.000-08:002008-01-20T15:27:10.309-08:00Sometimes you must close your eyes to see<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058215448567228565-1794630189008720861?l=poetry-barn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poetry Barnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546852462734206981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058215448567228565.post-57075110166527525012008-01-20T15:25:00.002-08:002008-01-20T15:26:25.666-08:00You cannot have your supper until you've washed your hands.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058215448567228565-5707511016652752501?l=poetry-barn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poetry Barnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546852462734206981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058215448567228565.post-29967045402790858192008-01-20T15:25:00.001-08:002008-01-20T15:25:33.969-08:00<div id="1ekz" class="ArwC7c ckChnd"><div>How far away</div> <div> a periwinkle <span style="color:#cc66cc;">star</span></div> <div><span style="color:#cc66cc;"> <wbr> </span><span style="color:#ffccff;"> ?</span></div> <div> </div> <div><span style="color:#003300;">A cottage cat, a miller's hat -</span></div> <div> </div> <div><span style="color:#003300;">A daughter's name: was it </span></div> <div><span style="color:#003300;"> <wbr> Yesterday?</span></div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058215448567228565-2996704540279085819?l=poetry-barn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poetry Barnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546852462734206981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058215448567228565.post-64369076076696200092007-12-23T15:47:00.000-08:002007-12-23T15:52:10.675-08:00The winter spins in circles 'round this world<br />And I am never more true than the snow-and-sand will let me be<br />I cannot keep the mountains still<br />I cannot send the tides adrift<br />I cannot see without the sun<br />Without the moon<br />Without the stars<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058215448567228565-6436907607669620009?l=poetry-barn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poetry Barnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546852462734206981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058215448567228565.post-30107896984652820332007-12-23T15:46:00.002-08:002007-12-23T15:47:31.100-08:00Keep On Fishing!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058215448567228565-3010789698465282033?l=poetry-barn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poetry Barnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546852462734206981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058215448567228565.post-52223085005995438462007-12-23T15:46:00.001-08:002007-12-23T15:46:44.153-08:00An island is only as alone as the water around it allows it to be<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058215448567228565-5222308500599543846?l=poetry-barn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poetry Barnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546852462734206981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058215448567228565.post-44588556533873334222007-12-23T15:45:00.000-08:002007-12-23T15:46:16.958-08:00Until you can catch yourself from falling you can't expect anyone to help you get up.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058215448567228565-4458855653387333422?l=poetry-barn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poetry Barnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546852462734206981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058215448567228565.post-28779237407033505012007-11-19T17:24:00.001-08:002007-11-19T17:27:44.331-08:00An accord a thousand years wide<br />How green the grass on the other side.<br /><br />A branch of hope two meters thin<br />That makes you weep within your skin.<br /><br />A million days of gasping air<br />A fine-toothed flippant perfect pair.<br /><br />Don't fear, my child, we've reached the shore<br />It matters not what was the score.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058215448567228565-2877923740703350501?l=poetry-barn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poetry Barnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546852462734206981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058215448567228565.post-50505189162341997632007-11-19T17:23:00.000-08:002007-11-19T17:24:22.666-08:00If you can laugh in and of yourself once daily then you've already beaten them to the finish<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058215448567228565-5050518916234199763?l=poetry-barn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poetry Barnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546852462734206981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058215448567228565.post-73943396175944193792007-11-19T17:22:00.000-08:002007-11-19T17:23:40.673-08:00The most alone one may ever be is the moment one loses a friend<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058215448567228565-7394339617594419379?l=poetry-barn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poetry Barnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546852462734206981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058215448567228565.post-70117475224612615072007-11-19T17:21:00.000-08:002007-12-23T15:47:56.594-08:00A song from every mountain<br />A traipse through every vale<br />Sublime months through<br />forest-and-glen...<br /><br />How may I honor thee?<br /><br />Welcome!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058215448567228565-7011747522461261507?l=poetry-barn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poetry Barnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546852462734206981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058215448567228565.post-31237692757331789382007-11-12T17:09:00.000-08:002007-11-12T17:32:27.407-08:00Pardon the departure from the norm and follow me (if you will) in this writing I undertook a few nights prior to tonight. I have asked myself to refrain from addressing an "audience" here on this sort of interpersonal level, and never wish to explain the writings here (please find whatever you will or wont in these words); this prelude serves only to annotate that 1) the letter below is not factual (as I am aware) and 2) that this sort of free-thinking behaviour will coincide with the more traditional poetic musings found herein. The mind does tend to wander, and indulgence meets accordance on frequent occasion here!<br /><br />Without further ado, a mind-swap experiment I recently partook. adieu.<br /><br />________<br /><br />Dearest Aldridge,<br /><br />Assuming this letter has found you well, please pardon my boorishness in advancing to the chase; there is a new member to our household. His name is Blessington C. Fitzhulme, a pot-bellied pig obtained in a series of dealings with an accomplice of mine from days passed. He (Blessington) was described to me as a Sounder, a dignity I have yet to observe in-sight. My fine wife is antagonized to distraction at this as we held him for nearly 2 weeks and have been met with non but the platitude of his daily routine. She wishes that we barter him off to someone else so that they may "tend the wait" as we have, yet I am cautious to do so quite so swiftly. He may yet prove to be of value and character, though I cannot be certain and will not allow one day more than four weeks to the test.<br /><br />I felt the need to write you as I know you have long been a study of Sounders and what they bring; should we observe signs of advancement I shall certainly ring at once. Imagine our anticipation as we hope!<br /><br />We hope all is well and good with you and yours and yours and you.<br /><br />Sincerely,<br /><br />L.N.R.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058215448567228565-3123769275733178938?l=poetry-barn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poetry Barnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546852462734206981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058215448567228565.post-65025038815896656452007-11-08T19:58:00.000-08:002007-11-08T20:00:23.872-08:00Whats 40% ingenuity, 15% courage, 20% perspiration, 5% separation, and 20% realization?<br /><br /><br />Growing up.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058215448567228565-6502503881589665645?l=poetry-barn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poetry Barnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546852462734206981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058215448567228565.post-3143066548959906532007-11-08T19:57:00.000-08:002007-11-08T19:58:48.117-08:00Peel back the sun!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058215448567228565-314306654895990653?l=poetry-barn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poetry Barnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546852462734206981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058215448567228565.post-5865482023781246552007-11-07T17:41:00.000-08:002007-11-07T17:43:02.011-08:00Disjointed heart<br />A bitter tear<br />A silken-saucy<br />Whippoorwill<br /><br />We're toasting mountains majesty<br />We're riding silver flames<br />Cloudbusting rain asunder<br />I'm looking through my window, plain<br /><br />The earth it turns again<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058215448567228565-586548202378124655?l=poetry-barn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poetry Barnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546852462734206981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058215448567228565.post-39216525292609481842007-11-07T17:40:00.000-08:002007-11-07T17:41:41.773-08:00At five years old<br />I took the wheel<br />And drove myself<br />To Potter's Field<br />I layed there on<br />The dewey grass<br />And spoke, "Oh no,<br />My God, alas!"<br />I felt my figure<br />Sinking true<br />My bones,<br />My flesh,<br />Sun-dried anew<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058215448567228565-3921652529260948184?l=poetry-barn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poetry Barnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546852462734206981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058215448567228565.post-35901111875083345632007-11-06T16:45:00.001-08:002007-11-06T16:45:16.384-08:00Can you catch a feather falling<br />Softly as can be?<br />And if you could, who would you tell?<br />Your secrets soaring free<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058215448567228565-3590111187508334563?l=poetry-barn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Poetry Barnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546852462734206981noreply@blogger.com0