Tangled up in a spider web what an icky feeling thought after thought then suddenly I’m bitten. Danny P. Barbare resides in the Southern U.S. in the Upstate of the Carolinas. He has been writing poetry on and off for 33 years. He has several books available on amazon.com: Being a Janitor and Gathered Poems.
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FLIPPING OUT Every seven-fifty grand Earth performs a sleight of hand When magnetic north and south Make a total turnabout. Sun does same each dozen years Minus one, when sunspots clear. Relatively quick event Due to plasma turbulent. Earth contains no plasma hot, Just a core of molten rock. But this has the same effect, Quite […]
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Inward Images Your hair hangs thick and tangled over the soft cheek its ridge of bone smoothed by years of smiles the blonde ends brush your nose, glis- ten with perspiration, cover the curve of half your lips so set, so strident determined in desire one liquid green eye imparts immediacy infects me with sexiness brazen stare […]
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Full Moo It sure is a full moo tonight winked the farmer to the cow, squeezing each teat gently firmly, into the pail.
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A Portrait of Wilbur Just as one poet once wrote about a last duchess, so did the poet write about the first Wilbur. The brown clothing, smell of moth balls, scent of age of rows of books that Wilbur rested within. You have to wonder – did he read all those books, are they in progress, or are they simply […]
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The Waking Nightmare IN THE WAKE OF FORGOTTEN DREAMS I RISE AND BLINK HAVE I BEEN LAUGHING HAVE I BEEN CRYING HAVE I BEEN AFRAID OR EXALTED HAVE I SEEN MY UNCONSCIOUS HAVE I BEEN TO OTHER WORLDS HAVE I SEEN THE OTHER OR IS IT ALL BUT A DREAM WHERE I WEPT AND RAN AND […]
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Adultery I’d bang them out, wine-drunk and excited, and send them off to magazines. I had two lists; ones which liked me and ones I liked, and I’d fire them unedited like a shotgun scaring birds. each one 5 times to 5 different places. then I’d wait for any to come back. in general it started with rejections; […]
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Open Eyes Laid Back By Michael Lee Johnson Open eyes, black-eyed peas, laid back busy lives, consuming our hours, handheld devices grocery store “which can Jolly Green Giant peas, alternatives, darling, to bring home tonight- these aisles of decisions.” Mind gap: “Before long apps will be wiping our butts and we, others, our children will not notice.” No worries, […]
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HAILSTORM OF HELLFIRE One hour dissolves degradingly into the next And my eyes burn with dead sunlight and my own dusty misery As I wait in helpless spiritual poverty For whatever new hailstorm of hellfire Is next to knock on my door. My dignity has been taken. My children are being stolen. Each day my recovery takes more from me. […]
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Magic and in concert with you replenish as I dip I was walking through Chinatown the other day, down by the Bowery, and I stopped on a corner, at Avenue of the Strongest. I saw an espresso bar across the street. As I was contemplating what drink to get, it hit me upside the head. I stood there, mouth probably […]
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