Short Barnes Poems

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Premium Member Cletihew Barnes

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
Form: Clerihew

Premium Member Idiom Wb a Tribute

Olde English in the vernacular
to celebrate a dialect
Language really said by men
poetized with words 
used there and then

Tribute To Williams Barnes see my blog today 4 Aug
Form: Ekphrasis

Dreaded Jeopardy

D-readed
J-eopardy
U-ses
N-astiness
A-s

B-acteria
A-pplies
R-abid
N-otoriety's
E-erie
S-nowball

Topic: Birthday of poetess Djuna Barnes (June 12) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member Verse Freed To Echo

echo the form- a lyric line to echo the last phrase/syllable or word( after the style of Barnabe Barnes 1593)

how shall I forgive her trespass /when I  see my true love again??/ love again
Form: Didactic


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This is a message to everyone to check out my new Poetry Book called Love is in the Sky! Please check it out on the sites at Amazon and Barnes and Nobles! You won’t regret it! God Bless everyone and thanks!

21st Century Nursery Rhymes # 165

Robert Barnes, fellow fine,
Can you shoe this horse of mine?
No, good sir, that I can’t,
Why ever not, fellow fine?
Primarily because I’m an estate agent called Mike
But mainly because that’s a push bike
Form:

Dark Knight

Authenticity,
Does the word ring true
Does it call from the outside
Or the inside of you

Authenticity,
Your voice renewed
Zero-sum once committed
Zero-sum payment due

(Barnes & Noble: Plymouth Meeting Pa:  January, 2016)
Form: Rhyme

The Torch

Not cute or in genre,
  in tune or in tone

The message drives forward,
  the muse casting stones

Untimely, eternal,
  a voice speaking fast

My pen now a torch
  —the darkness is past

(Barnes & Noble Plymouth Meeting Pa: January, 2016)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member WORDS

Without them, there’d be no poetry 
No songs, no lip service 
No books, no Bible, no dictionaries 
No libraries or Barnes and Noble 
No languages, no need for Babl 
No googoo’s or gaga’s 
No yelling for the home team 
No hallelujahs or amens

Without words, we’d all be pets.

Premium Member Sequence -Yeoman To No Men

They
cut up
the common,
enclosed the heath
and
made
the land
all their own-
putting to the
plough-
once 
freemen,
then wage slaves-
as a pauper
lie.

For more on the English enclosure please read
Oliver Golssmith's 'The Deserted Village' or John Clare/William Barnes poetry
Form: Lanterne

Poor Poet

Embers were glowing in the furnace
                                Poet scratched his dumb ass in harness
                                   He fought with his charming muse
                                     The enchantress Penélope Cruz
                                 And invited Tom Cruise at the Barnes
Form: Limerick

Premium Member A Storm Is Brewing

Look out!
Here she comes again
From South to North -
A quiet storm
On stage, on April 21st
At Barnes & Noble,
Union Square, New York City
330 East, 18th Street
4th Floor
6-7 p.m.
Free and open to the public
Held spellbound
In honor of National Poetry Month.

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Entry for Kelly Deschler's "A Storm Is Brewing" poetry contest
6-1-16
Form: Bio

Premium Member All Dead

When you stop to think about it…
I’m talking old movies    with
All these old    familiar faces
How names    incredibly    pop into your head
Bit players
In movies 70 and more years old
Edgar Buchanan
Leon Errol
Binnie Barnes
And strangely    lots of names
Some of the more famous actors
Names escape memory
When you stop to think about it…..
How miraculous
They live
All dead    but quite alive

Old Barnes Glimpsed From a Speeding Car

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 suspended
from broken timepieces
not clocks, just pieces of time
that,
like dust in sunlight
muster in the air
to mime a car and a glance
rubbernecking back.

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