The liquor bottle in the grass the blue recycling bucket likes you but not the trouble you come with. 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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TRICK OR TREAT? “Good Christians” warn that Halloween’s A festival of Satan, When nothing’s standing in between Your soul and its damnation. For centuries, they witches burned With little provocation. Eternal fire claimed they’d earned. For mercy — strangulation! The Inquisition paid you well For friend’s denunciation, Provided friend was rich as hell For Church’s confiscation. […]
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WATER DROP In icy cold of empty space, It hitched a ride on comet’s face, Accelerating toward a star Of recent birth, from distance far. As sun of color yellow grew In field of vision, met with two Enormous spheres of frigid gas That slightly altered comet’s path. Whereas before would swing around The virgin star, […]
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Persona non Grata To the not good enough comments, I say, psshhhhhh. That was last week, a hundred years ago. Easily. I’m flushing, rinsing down the last backwash of badly- formed words. This week is triumph, so don’t mind that shadow you noticed last week. He has bloomed like a perrenial and will be back soon.
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A grey, blustery day And the sun breaks through More of a wink than a smile Reminding me To savor such moments For much is fleeting And often passes Unnoticed In the busy-ness of days Where we are pushed ever forward But when the wind has changed And the clouds linger It is the memory of such times That […]
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DON’T LET THE SUN GO DOWN ON YOU (Based on the article “No Welcome Home” in The History Channel Magazine, January/February 2008, pp. 40-45; and other Internet sources) Ever hear of Sundown Town? Likely not, few tales around. History kept underground Lest embarrassment be found. Born and raised in Illinois, Town of Anna, since a boy? Went […]
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Prevent The Fallen Hero (to those who risk their lives daily for us) Everyday as they get ready for work, they push aside the possibility that they may not make it home. Everyday as they walk out that door, they try to reassure their family that they will be coming home. When they put on that vest, they pray […]
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Sandstorm Howling like a thousand wolves Throwing shadows that swirled around the walls The stand pounded and blinding Feels the stinging his arms and chicks To press the lips together to stop it entering his mouth Like bowing his head into his shoulder So that he could breathe The sand clung to them Coating over his skin Like a drop […]
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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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WE IV we too have drank from the gourd of hate, that goblet filled with throes & gore. we too have been flogged by the r(age) of the storm, drowned in the waters of our cowardice, slammed with suspensions & ailment. we too are plaited with figments of delight like the quantum phantom of lightening, we illume, we overcome, […]
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