Long Barron Poems

VISIONS OF ME IN HANDCUFF

12 heads near the left center room, 
bystanders watching as the Man with the 
book determine to make my life heaven or 
hell As I stand with my head high in...

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Fast as an atomic banshee, he roils sacred halls 
of White House clutches levers with brass balls
American powers remain unrestrained when he calls
Armada to exorcise imagine aery dragons, 
   he inarticulately falls
non-communicative, faux...

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These, cacophony that beggars descriptions

Disorder from indecent breed incubating, 

Confusion of morals, the imposition of strange culture, 

Filthily dressed to undress my mind, 

Our teacher teaching theories of writs and wits

These promiscuous pastors parading piety...

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This here tale's 'bout a woman, name of Annie Barron
Like most female folk, she's kind and she's carin'
But the thing about Annie that veers from the plan
She's a whiz with her hands, as good as...

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Possession,s


Even in sanctity of brilliance past and forlorn
the dead  scholars would grieve the notes they adorn
why lesser a note is given to me
for measured by wealth everyone has to be
you need it ! I...

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I'm the kid staring into the shop window
Without a penny to spend
I am the hopeless cursed romantic
Without any roses or valentines to send
I'm the life and soul of the party
But feels rejection like daggers to...

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Melania spotted a louse
And caught a cab home sans her spouse
When Barron asked, "Why?"
She said with a sigh,
"Your father is in the dog house!"

Well, Ivanka soon learned the score
And despatched a nurse to the door
Nurse...

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Happiness to me can be found in 
even the strangest of dark places

As any comment to me

Even if it's only just for someone
to have a go and criticize my point
of view and what i have...

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The voice of a refugee

What happened to this world?	
So beautiful in the past
The rivers lakes and oceans
And fragrance of the grass
 
And now the land is barron
It's no more fertile
I hope that the plants grow
Once...

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How can they say there is no God? I've always known He's there 
to help and comfort in distress, illness, grief, despair 
I felt his healing hand on mine when all seemed hopeless, drear 
He...

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midnight hits the magic fades
gone are the coach gone are the knaves
the glass slippers left behind 
in this a cinderella story

born in to loving arms on a council estate
the lifts dont work
you cant escape
but then...

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Ashes to Ashes 
Dust to Dust
Digging of ages in the deep crust...
Trying to find my buried remains.
Hurt, pain, scarred across this human face.
Of this raging Earth...
Flying in the solar winds of solitude
Apparitions flare blazing 
across...

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Your eyes were empty darling,
Dead to the world,

Oblivious to the sound of my voice.
You were broken darling,
Your ears blind to the love in my hands.

Barron baby,
Bruises baby
Black, Blue, just evidence that we were alive

Hold me...

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