Best Barry Poems
The sea gulls down at Barry aren’t your average little pests
They think they own the sea side and the all wear hooded vests
Their beaks are pierced with hoops and studs and drink from cans of bud .
Beady eyes watch picnics
They truly are such thugs
And if you purchase chips from the shop behind the beach
don’t believe you can relax with those tasty scrumptious treats
They’ll watch you exchange money with hungry look upon your face
then hunt you down and rob you with their spray cans full of mace
Dive-bombing little children is their favourite thing to do
then you think they’ve gone but you’d be wrong when they shower you with poo
These antisocial birdies are quite partial to an ale
they really do belong down in Barry Island jail
So be warned these birds are dangerous
Theres no stopping them you know
With their gang tattoos and leathers
Wearing boots with steal capped toes.
You can tell that they mean business and with a welsh sarcastic twang
they bully staff and customers at the local Ice cream van
So pack yourself protection
A helmet and a sword
A shield , a coat of armour
Bring all you can afford
Apart from that it’s glorious
A lovely golden beach
But I wouldn’t risk a smile if you’re wearing your false teeth
On a limb was this lyric etched
By leprechaun in rune & sketch.'
T'was not bawdy;But sober in tone
From this wistful soul Who lived alone
To good Saint Patrick he made a plea
From the trap of treasure deliver me,
In crock & jar I have full trove
Yet never am I to leave this grove.'
For the wicked witch left me much in gold
Upon her death, from a maudlin cold
Now I'm being held by the love of greed
And could not be pulled free; by the greatest steed.'
Yet I've read that God has made a plan
That I see regards a woman & man
But Leprechauns are a different breed
That trace descent from the shamrock seed
I'm aware your day is soon to dawn
So I plea your help on the coming morn
I need a loving sylph in green
To lead me in love, to the modern scene.'
I repent of my former punk rock days
When I followed many a fad & craze
Yet I have this idea you can make a case
With God above who is full of grace
I beseech in hope, I need more faith.'
Yet if its not to be, my will I'll brace
Let me not languish, though; so folorn...
Just an old 'punk-crocker' tired & worn.!
Velvety bass tones
Of sweet love
Flow from my mouth
In rhythmic style
You stay on the phone,
And all the while
You are here as well
Laying softly in my bed
And all is right
As passion is fed
One sweet caress
And life is good
And this is love
Which long has stood
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.
Entered 2022 Poetry marathon Mile 20
sponsor Mark Toney 12/11/2022
written 2021
Incarcerated
Love for humanity? truth?
Breaking the net; soon !
A friend , a poet , a music Man , The Cowsills
remembering the song "hair" on the radio as a 5 yr old.
As fate brought us together one day in New Orleans
Barry Cowsill the hidden artist yet well known .
Adoring your eyes and smile , hat , the look when you asked me ..
"do you remember the Cowsills ? " as I then began to sing ..
"long ,beautiful Hair, Flaxen , waxen blacksen " Hair ! Oh daddy daddy "
his life and smile , his love , imagining me for a while , yes ..in love.
My Friend met his fate passionate , his Legacy , bravely refusing evacuation
Katrina , a storm too strong for even An artist with a guitar , my love fallen
Remembered now by all , for his remains were found under a bridge ,
The Oyster poor boys , The zydeco to blues , Barry, too great for Our World .
Remembering the Jazz festival, memories, torn in my mind yet left behind ,
Barry Cowsill , when I leave this World , will you come and bring me to yours ?
Right? Fine. Finished.
During what avail, what time.
Shake this, crisps on bread.
Ultimo Dragon, wrestling and fights
Likewise, Mr Artist.
Package this, like fries.
McDonald's, eat much.
Yum, yum, delicious times.
Screwball sassy.
Likewise this.
A hirsute young man named Barry
who's beard and mustache were quite scarry
cut off his hair
when presented a dare
from a woman he wanted to marry!
C, C, D, D and a F for you!
Everyone is failing. There's still one A, it's true!
Barry Bright. Barry Bright.
A shining light! He's Barry Bright!
Sitting in the front seat, 295 I.Q.
" I know the answer before the teachers ever do!"
He slips into the first desk,
slide rule in his hand.
Before the teacher asks us,
he's sticking up his hand!
Barry Bright, Barry Bright!
He's up all night! That Barry Bright!
Sitting in the front seat, 295 I.Q.
" I know the question before the teachers even do!"
He's writing out equations in the stall.
Quoting all the Shakespeare in the hall.
Answering in Latin when he's called.
Yes, me. YEAH, YOU! That's true.
He's got straight A's and now Harvard in his sights
We all go out while he studies every night.
Barry Bright. Barry Bright.
A shining light! That Barry Bright.
Sitting in the front seat, 295 I.Q.
" I read the chapters before the teachers ever do!"
Mournful wailing sax solo while an abduction plot is hatched.
Now graduation, and he's got 5 degrees.
" Why is there no one who is as smart as me?!"
Barry Bright. He's out of sight.
Barry Bright. He's out of sight.
Wrapped in a package, mailed it to cheers.
" Why did they have mail me out to a sultan in Tangiers?"
Suddenly joy filled sax solo as the sock hop starts hopping...
Barry out-homered Hank
His inspiration? May I be frank?
'Twas McCartney and Lennon and the poem they penned
"I get high with a little help from my friends"
***Hammerin' Hank was Hank Aaron's nickname...Barry Bonds broke his all-time home run record "with a little help" from his steroid friends
I remember all the songs, the songs of love and broken hearts
The music that I adore, soft, gentle and a caring flow
Thoughts from present and past
The wonderful melody of long lost loves
The caring words and admissions of love
I to this day love, to be serenaded by Barry Manilow
Unlimited love- Barry White tribute.
You’re loves unlimited, embraced in a “satin soul”
oh baby, baby, “never, never, gonna give you up”
“I’ve got so much to give,”I feel out of control
“can’t get enough of your love babe,” my loving cup,
oh baby, baby “never, never, gonna give you up”
“You’re my first my last my everything,” my dream
“can’t get enough of your love babe,” my loving cup
teach me how to love, console me with “love’s theme,”
“you’re my first my last my everything,” my dream
I love you so much, “I’ve got so much to give,” feel free
teach me how to love, console me with “love’s theme,”
lady love, “it’s ecstasy when you lay down next to me,”
I love you so much, “I’ve got so much to give,” feel free
“You see the trouble with me,” you’re no ones fool
lady love, “it’s ecstasy when you lay down next to me,”
“what am I gonna do with you,” my heart you doth rule,
“you see the trouble with me,” you’re no ones fool
“I’ve got so much to give,” I feel out of control
“what am I gonna do with you,” my heart you doth rule,
you’re loves unlimited, embraced in a “Satin soul”.
4/6/2018
Contest music pantoum
Sponsored by Silent one.
Pantoum using song titles by Barry White,
“Satin soul”
“ never, never, gonna give you up”
“I’ve got so much to give “
“can’t get enough of your love babe “
“Love’s theme”
“ it’s ecstasy when you lay down next to me “
“ you’re my first my last my everything “
“what am I gonna do with you “
“ you see the trouble with me “
Barry Bonds Witchhunt cons
Sold out tickets make owners fond
Money bags Pennant flags
Baseball's back
On Spots Illustrated mags
Homerun chase
Time to contemplate
Adoring fans now say Your a National Disgrace
Commissioner too
Crying the Public Boo-Hoo
Used the breaking of Aaron's record
To advertise the brew
No more dough Let's dull the glow
On this sordid Major League Baseball
Hypocrites Sideshow
BARRY BONDS
NOW THERE'S A NAME
THAT SHOULD RESIDE
IN THE HALL OF FAME
AS A ROOKIE
HE SHOWED SOME STRENGTH
HIT HOME RUNS
WITH INCREDIBLE LENGTH
WHEN I FIST SAW HIM
I THOUGHT OF JACKSON
THE WAY HE SWUNG
HIS BAT IN ACTION
BARRY COULD RUN
HE COULD THROW THE BALL
MADE GREAT CATCHES
ON THE LEFT FIELD WALL
AT STEALING BASES
HE WAS A THREAT
SCORING UNEARNED RUNS
PUT TEAMS IN DEBT
PITCH TO HIM ?
WHY WOULD YOU ?
YOU GET THE FEELING
A HOMERUN'S DUE
BEAUTIFUL SAN FRANCISCO
AS FAR AS BALLPARKS GO
IS THE BEST OF ALL THE BALLPARKS
TO DISPLAY A HOME RUN SHOW
RIGHT FIELD HAS SPLASH LANDING
AND IF YOU TOP THE WALL
BARRY LAUNCHED SOME HOMERUNS
AND IN THE BAY THEY FALL
AT NIGHT THEY HAVE THE LIGHTS ON
AND WHAT A TERRIFIC SIGHT
TO SEE A BASEBALL LAUNCHED LIKE THAT
IS POETRY IN FLIGHT
IN A WAY BARRY BONDS
SIMPLY MADE IT CLEAR
BYE BYE BASEBALL
YOU'RE CLEARLY OUT OF HERE
~ To be read with an Irish brogue ~
Mary, please marry 'me merry Barry'
'Me merry Berry,' Mary, please marry
Don’t marry Matty
Don’t marry Moti
Marry 'me Barry,' ~ Be merry, Mary