Short Barrow Poems

swallow what u seek
                                     walked to watch u reach their
astinden thin air...

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the red wheel 
barrow

can’t stand the pressure
anymore

wants to be 
yellow

before the shabby 
shed

the bister chickens gone
long inside...

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An old uncle we used to call Tit
So lazy he won't try to keep fit,
His belly he should loose
He could not see his shoes,
In a barrow he had to push it....

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There once was a young man from Barrow
   While shooting with his bow and arrow
   The arrow went twang
   Like a boomerang
   And damaged his little cock sparrow.


        4/ 27/ 2015....

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Want to come stand on the balcony with me?
Look at the lights as we stand over the city.

It's cold outside, so you can barrow my sweater...Actually keep it.
I think were going to grow old together....

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. for public domain

Passing memory of Mr. Williams

Choose to grow a single flower,
orchid, daisy, what you will.
Pot it in a wheel barrow,
and roll it up a hill
for all to see that it may say,
"Look at me! Look at me!"...

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when my ink 
stops 
bleeding on paper
I 
grab my brushes
and
scatter paints on
canvas




21 February 2022


Notes: Experimenting on a 1 sentence free verse poem with 3-1-3-1-3-1-3-1 pattern inspired by  William Carlos Williams, "A Red Wheel Barrow "...

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Bikes
All the boys had one
And fathers taught them
How to ride
And we would go
To a steep hill
Where I could barrow one
And coast down
Both feet stuck out
To keep from falling
Slowly learning
Till I could pedal
So I learned
A lesson hard
To count on me
To do things alone...

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Listen to poem:

DECK THE STALLS

Deck the stalls with lots of Friesians 
fa la la la la, la la la la

Tis the season to be Freezin
fa la la la la, la la la la

Donned we now our Carhart apparrell
fa la la, fa la la, la la la

Troll the ancient manure wheel barrow
fa la la la la, la la, ha ha!...

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By The Barrow In The Yard, 
I Waited, 
But You did Not Come.

There Were No Halls Or Music; 
There Was No One.

No Moon Or Light 
Throughout The Night
To Comfort Me.
 
Morning left 
My Body Chilled
For All To See,

By The Barrow In The Yard. 
Where I Waited,

But You Did Not Come....

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Cupid 
strikes 
with 
an 
arrow,
 But 
indeed 
his 
mind 
is 
so 
narrow,
  That 
the 
victim 
can 
barely 
feel 
an 
arrow. 
Which 
but 
hit 
the 
barrow,
  That 
he 
hurries 
off 
and 
flie's 
away, 
not 
knowing 
he's 
left 
the 
man 
to 
be 
dying 
away.......

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(WITH APOLOGIES TO SHAKESPEARE)


Oh farting is such a sweet sorrow
“I’m sorry but that’s not my barrow!”
My seatmate’s  nose in the air,
I act dumb and even glare~
but just then I give another blow.








-Penned due to my irrepressible urge to respond to Jan and BL's posts-



KIM PATRICE NUNEZ
07 March 2015...

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Im tired and bored
as I look upon the China Sea
like a lion as it roared
you can see me

At the right time
the morning is new
and it is as green as a lime
she told me

Its wonderful tonight
you see
everything is calm and alright
my heart must have no sarrow
for your love I can barrow
I can hear jazz playing in my mind
a brand new love I must find...

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I don't see the funny part 
Of calling a woman Tart:
What you now plan to restart 
And just burn a happy heart 

Words of mischief stacked in cart 
Had never won Purple Heart 
The loosed tongue may around dart 
But don't fail to smell like fart 

I foresee some tomorrow 
Face of repentance borrow;
The hacked heart still in sorrow:
Tina's: tears fill a barrow....

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   it's cold little bird
fly away, fly away go
 the eves of a house

a place to barrow
keeping your little body 
warm dry midst the snow

  it's cold little bird
fly away, fly away go
stands on power lines

a place to keep warm
keeping your little body 
warm dry midst the snow


3/3/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©...

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Old beat brown truck has stuff sticking every which way out the back.
On sides of pallets he has added to both sides, to try and cram more.
As truck turns I see a rusty refrigerator, wheel barrow, and two bikes.
One of the bikes looks pretty new.
This is an affluent neighborhood for Kansas City.
I hope he did not just pick up some child’s bike in a yard.
That would be too cruel....

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afterward no talk
you came with your cold collarbone
pushing your own barrow
if it's money you want
why not work the streets
cutting corners won't cut it
in the emotive sphere
relationships won't last
where deception rules
cogs click into one another
up a gear and under a cloud
where the angel dust
lingers on your
stiff upper lip
all that remains is
cold sweat and
afterward no talk....

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Eclipse of sorrow inadequate circuit of fame. 

Massly defined theories- a falling  raven.
Bluring blessedness busting uneven. Mischievous monkeys within. 

Fade lurking fade response fade mind.  Concealed the fine wit pouched with sticky ticks.  

Thriving physically growing vigorously. .. 
Malevolent mr miss fully satisfactory  

Unwritten image frow
Minshing throw...
Misled miles
Moaning miserably......

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The old miner toils,
Searching mother earths spoils,
Tunnel dark and dingy,
Old wheel barrow wingy,
He has been there for all time,
Why? For no reason, no rhyme,
Oblivious to life up above,
Never feeling human touch nor love,
His one true love the gold he moves,
A demanding mistress she proves,
She is his one true calling,
Captivating, mysterious, enthrawling,
Dreaming of eureka cries,
Until the day he dies....

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Parkette Market

Every city has their own Parkette Market;
Selling the forbidden to the hidden;
All, right out in the open.
No arrow towards their barrow;
Or sign to draw the line...
Please inquire for whatever you desire;
Pay the asking price for your own demise;
What a clever endeavor...
Oh, the irony of racketeer tyranny!

03/14/18
Julia Ward's 'A Hidden Market Contest'
word bank: arrow, irony, hidden, market, sign...

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Ammonia-ed clumps of damp, dunged straw
forked onto her cold barrow, then rolled outside.
Across the field where her ninety pounds
thrust up the dray atop a mulching mound! 
Nineteen times before the sour dregs 
are swallowed by the day.
Bowed tendons stripe her calloused palms with pain. 
She racks each open with a metal comb 
to rake her horse’s mane.
Stall cleaned; horse fed, mane combed to shine as gold-
Showered, she brings her smile to our bed....

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From buka to butry to batcher to barrow 
Mothering many they will never know 
Feeding the ever growing population 
Even men have joined to meet the need

They site at points easy to reach
They are even mobile to reach all
To sustain humanity they can reach 
Playing Vishnu in the theatre of fun 

Some grow to restaurants and lounges 
Available to all social classes of human
Serving the same function to always support 
Feeding humanity as an obligation chosen...

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I dont care if is right or wrong
If I listen to rock and roll,or a country song.
It dont matter to me at all.
We can stay home, or go out and have a ball.

I dont care if she left or right
If it is written in black or white
It dosent matter to me at all
I can play it safe,or ride in a barrow over NIAGRA FALLS.

I dont care if she is fat or thin 
What is the color of her skin
What kind of person she really is
All I know I love her, and that is just the way it is....

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You've been the ones
You have been there
To ease our minds
Of this cross we bear

You've been the ones
When there's something to barrow
When life seems so dim
In our hardest times of sorrow

You've been the ones
You all can share in our grief
When we are with you
Our hearts find relief

You've been the ones
The ones to help us along
You've made us feel
As if we truly belong

You've been the ones
Our COMPASSIONATE FRIENDS
To help ease the pain
And our love never ends...

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