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Barry And Larry

One September morn, Barry is born, one day a little man that society will chastises every day, poisoned with dour memories of a life passing, staggers habitually along life’s broad way, yet still, he believes an ardent player of this earthly cast. the mould human kind every one naked the same circumstance fate plays One September morn Larry is born not a volunteer, into this place, no developing embryo given a democratic choice, but oh the joy the accolades, freedom of youth rampart significant, carte blanche credit card. silver spoon protrudes freewheeling society so much to tire of An unknown purpose aided each step, for Barry with holdall and worldly baggage around his neck, whilst trying to escape societies goals and social orders, life’s hypocrisy filed against this frail oppressed old man, living with a menial existence inside prejudiced borders. daunting are the nights beneath a blanket of fog soul destroying dawns Here Larry the mellow fellow who toast, boast every night drunk with his host, cocaine his specialty, whilst trying to escape societies goals and social orders, now his empire has closed the high life exposed a hobo a bench a lamppost his only light. Barry and Larry mix for the first time at the... crematorium.
© Harry J Horsman 2021

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021




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Date: 12/1/2021 4:07:00 AM
Fantastic write, Harry. Thank goodness Harry didn't meet up with Larry & Barry at the crematorium (lol) We still need you here my friend. Stay well...CM
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Date: 11/30/2021 3:49:00 PM
So many wonderful comments! What more can I say. Should end up on the winner’s list!
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Date: 11/18/2021 3:20:00 PM
thought provoking piece Harry hugs Jan xx
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Date: 11/10/2021 3:18:00 AM
Sad story you have told in this creative Haibun. Life can issue out some hard blows and some people rise above all of that to be someone who makes the most of life but others only go downhill. I enjoyed reading this one today. Thanks for the visit to my page. Sara
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Date: 11/8/2021 9:19:00 AM
I remember having commented on this gem Harry but I have a v ery bad habit and it has happened over and over again, I forget to validate! This is an extraordinary poem my friend, no matter who we are, where we come from or what we do, we all meet at the crematorium, but destination is the question! I loved this clever write, poetry at its best with meaning and volume! hugs and blessings, Jennifer.
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Date: 11/5/2021 10:03:00 AM
Your "Barry And Larry" is a very creative story. What a great ending. Have a blessed day.......................
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Date: 11/5/2021 7:00:00 AM
Hello hh - Hi. Oh my goodness. Always are you the humanitarian. You allow through your words the reader to pause. I found this entry to be well thought out in its entirety. The ending leaves us silenced in thought. Be very proud of this and your execution. A masterpiece for certain. I feel honored to have turned to your page this morning. May this day find you well. Blessings to Barry and Larry...
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Date: 11/3/2021 2:33:00 PM
Well penned with great flow, sorry for them but a good story.
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Date: 10/31/2021 8:57:00 PM
Wise words here, Harry. We all bleed red... get in our pants legs one at a time... and stand exposed before God...
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Date: 10/28/2021 2:00:00 PM
this just got better and better and that climactic ending was fabulous, Harry
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Date: 10/28/2021 11:18:00 AM
Humanity shares one departure moment in time and one destination moment in time.. in between each embarks on journeys that frame, shape, build, forge, destroy, bereave, drain.. Kudos to you, Harry, for such an awesome work of art and poetry! So deep and quenching! I so much liked your profound thoughts into a so fine poetry! An honour and an immense delight reading you! My deepest regards and blessings.
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Date: 10/28/2021 9:40:00 AM
Very provocative and thought provoking verse in your unique hiabun, Harry. Packs a powerful message!
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Date: 10/27/2021 3:05:00 PM
Hi, Harry this was a very interesting. To compare to people in different social classes, and in end, they both wind up in the same place. (mixed together as ashes). Excellent Write... Made me think... Debbie
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Date: 10/27/2021 4:00:00 AM
You've created quite an epic Haibun, Harry. Your ending sure jolts your readers. Well written.
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Date: 10/26/2021 11:00:00 PM
Very deep, very true, even twins studied in contrasting environment prove your point. shalom shalom Sir Harry (Death/crematoria are the great equalizer)
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Date: 10/26/2021 11:47:00 AM
It's fascinating to imagine that the myriad choices we make in our lifetimes determine who we become. Your poem leaves much to ponder. Wonderful writing, Harry.
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Date: 10/26/2021 10:06:00 AM
Life gives us our choice, when one is poor, but can succeed if given the privilege with the right doors to open.. The rich, well he or she also has the gift of choice up to he or she to uses it. Shame we all die and end up in the same place. Great write, Harry , enjoyed reading. Hugs Eve
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Date: 10/26/2021 9:36:00 AM
One born poor and one born oh so privileged. Yet neither is better or worse than the other in the eyes of The Lord. Good stuff Harry. Well done. God Bless, JB
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Date: 10/26/2021 6:32:00 AM
For sure, Harry; we all put our pants on one leg at a time. This is work is very well crafted, profound and meaningful. And when we part, nothing we have will be taken with us...at least, nothing outside our deeds and dreams. We should each strive to present ourselves positive and upright. Beautiful writing! Blessings my friend!
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Date: 10/26/2021 6:29:00 AM
The two portraits you built --each with a story to tell --resonate in reality of life that can be so different. Yet, as your ending brilliantly illustrates both lives end just the same. Your poem made me pause and think. Well done, Harry.
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Date: 10/26/2021 2:35:00 AM
Deeply thought provoking....and sad. This is an amazing write.
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Date: 10/26/2021 1:56:00 AM
That's a Haibun worthy of many reads. Well done.
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