Best Barnes Poems

Albert Barnes, who grew up poor,
Became extremely rich
And had the means to buy some art,
Which satisfied an itch.

He bought Cezannes, Renoirs, Monets,
Picassos and Matisse
And mounted all upon his walls
As numbers did increase.

He wrote a will with lots of terms
About his precious art;
The public could come...

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Dorset poet Wiilam Barnes they do say
a C of E rector in his day
Determined to de-saxonise
clothed his verse in dialectic disguise...

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Did you ever wake up with
A tune in your head
That, despite your best efforts,
You just cannot shed?

Well, it’s happened to me
And I really can’t take it
For, try as I might,
I just can’t seem to shake it.

The worst of it is,
It’s a jingle, you see,
And it’s...

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The corner of my eye notes it
as my car speeds by,
eyesight pings it
momentarily, an image
looks back.

The outbuilding is vacant,
bathed in a sparrow and bat time
that flutters inside its hollow shell.

Barn ambience
has kidnapped my attention
it has stabled my eyes in a timeless stall
where horse tails hang...

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