Barb Poems

LOW VIBRATION

Thus Mother Mary came to me, telling me the score
To long: wasted time on a lower vibration, no more

The haters, blockers and jealous people need to go
So your spirit can rise again, not remain on this low 

I gave...Read More

Here are some wacky names, my doctor is Liam Crummy
Barb Dwyer, Seymour Legg, Stan Still, and Terri Bull, really funny
If you want more here's others to avail
Ima Kettle, Dan Druff, Rusty Nails
Can't imagine what their parents called their puppy




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In my infinite wisdom 
 I tell you this thing,
In this here my kingdom
Will the pendulum swing;

One minute the Kurds
So cute in their garb,
The other the Turks
With their venomous barb.

The former I’m told
Are people to trust,
But I just like the...Read More

They were twisting, shaking, breaking,and
mad.
The shattering of their minds went unseen,
and unheard.
They were the lost generation.
Spilling the remnants of their tattered souls,
out along with their whiskey.

They were running,
running from what they had done,
And from what they had failed to do.

The...Read More

FORGET THE WAR,  I JUST WANT A CIGARETTE 

Stuck in the middle of no man’s land lying; wrapped in barb
Each movement I make razor sharp edges rips into my garb

The stench is unbelievable; the blood, body parts and more
Is...Read More

Her soul feelings for him are all balled up inside
She cannot get out the words 
She does not run
Yet she can hide

Here he comes again
The man she thought she had fantasized
Yet here he is in the flesh, the man of...Read More

The Candles on the Birthday Cake
By Franklin Price
4/23/2019

The Candles on the birthday cake
One for each and every year
We light them just to blow them out
With friends and family near

When young, it makes us happy
Blowing candles not a feat
Can put them...Read More

The narcissism
  of small differences…

The egos crown
  of thorns

The sharper each
  individual barb

The more frequently
  it’s worn

A grand
  pontification

Whose wind
  blows just one way

Into the face of
  vanity’s ghost

In jealous
  —disarray

(Villanova Pennsylvania:...Read More

A wonderful witticism, wittily said,
Can often fly past a non-thinker’s head.
Sometimes they are angry, a bit like a barb.
If that is the truth, wearing Saturday garb,

You might want to keep them only for special times
To use in silly songs or...Read More

A Synopsis At Sixty-Nine
By: Tom Wright
2/16/2008

A time when life’s not chocolate cake
When gait has slowed and sight is dimming
My cholesterol is high and joints all ache 
And packed on pounds are not trimming

An enlarged prostate now gives concern
And blood pressure...Read More

Its Strength Lies In Its Thorns
                      (Valentine's Poem, 2019)

If Love is a rose,
It is a flower fair and fragile....Read More

Wat?!?

No jovial banter? No easy give-and-take of rivalry? Naught there be a good-natur'd ribbing between courteous competitors? Nay a rusty-edg'd petulance on propriety's behalf? No acrimonious innuendo f'r the sake of the game? Nay there a parry and thrusteth of...Read More

Coaxing
Words from limbo
Into life.

Slipping them from
The pocket of 
Your muse, onto
Eager paper.

Lovely linen,
Thick with roses.

Or threaded with
Barb-wire.

Altar for the gentle
Blood of visionaries,

Mingled with axle grease
For sturdy wordsmiths 
Eager to lay concrete verse
Lasting beyond time.

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And then they died

The trenches filled with blood and mud,
Fear filled eyes and prayer tipped lips,
Each man shoulder to shoulder with his brother.

Wondering how this day will end
Wondering if they were doing good,
In the trenches filled with blood and mud.

Hearing...Read More

Just Now, I Started To Feel...
All Stopped Up With Writer's Block

Thus lack any idea about
     what to type out until aye
reach the end, and
     even then cannot
     make...Read More

Expressive perceptions,
There’ll be no objections;
Under a tempest of words,
If the storm moves towards.

The dispassionate flowers,
Dies in heavy rain showers,
Except for the exquisite carnation,
Inside the home foundation.

In touch with vanity,
In need of quantity;
Conspiring with frivolity,
Filled gently with inanity.

The day fast fading,
The...Read More

The sun forces her face through the dark morning sky.
The trees garner their new autumn garb.
Birds converse on the dry crunchy grass.
Lumbering cows meander behind the fences of barb.
The morning is anew and yesterday is gone.
Hot summer nights give way...Read More

Gloriously "FAKE" Early Boyhood

Yah, ma brew their,
     and American sister golden hair -
     afar and away
book as aye ken ream hem bar,
     yea when yar whiz jist a...Read More

put a cauliflower on the barb-b
let us roast it while it's still alive
put a burger on the barb-b
it was dead before it was fried
chomp on lettuce, no sound
of begging can you hear
but you just ate it, live me dear
all flora...Read More

As worshippers in Australia lift holy hands to Heaven
I recall promises to pray for the ill, the aged, the convalescent

Praise-worthy voices dance exquisitely, inside a church called Hillsong
You and I must intercede for friends, foes,for those who don't belong

A for...Read More

Grouse Courting

I watch the Grouse do their dance,
As each feather is enhanced.
Vane or down they’re preened and cleaned,
Keeping them healthy and streamed.

At the tail’s base an oil gland,
Makes the feathers dry and grand.
Barb to rachis beak nibbled;—
For the courtship ritual.


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“Éagmais croí a dhíscaoileadh ar gach eagla.
Faoi dhíon taobh istigh de na blianta seo.
Fanacht i bhfianaise, a dhíscaoileadh ar gach eagla.
Ós rud é go ndearnadh tú a chaitheamh.
Briseadh an tost seo”



"An Bee Cailleach"


She lives to wake to new days
and new...Read More

Up the splinter tree love lodges in the cold winter
A blizzard charades a feeble allegiance
Remotely an owl’s grasp, peaked a branch
Its fixed eyes study the delicate nest
In the storm, upright wings of chromatic plumage
Wantons, in the season, playing for a...Read More

Today is April Twenty Third
By Franklin  Price
4/23/2018

Today is April twenty third,
It's the best day of my life.
In the event, you haven't heard,
It's the birthday, of  Barb, my wife.

Today she is three score and ten
She is my moon and...Read More

"Catch and Release"

To some folk who love fishing, it's PATH of the heart,
Though it's true not all fish can be saved in this way,
The occasional fish will ingest fly too deep,
Hook extraction not known that allows them to stay.

One who...Read More