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Barry Dell Poem
Barry Dell
“Ode to the Outsider” Poem
Outsider ousted with high self esteem, confidence protruding makes living most
carefree. Traveling the States with timeless zeal, trailblazing a path
only God can reveal. Listening, learning life subtle cry, sharing a faith boldness can
inform. A different drummer does an inward gaze, oceans of knowledge binds
Community’s grave. Speaking of that community resolves conflicts are fleeting
When we hear loves beacon call. Call of the wild, the outsider feels, how to be true amid
Life’s unexpected thrills? Sharing our wounds, heals the tribe, builds the people till community
Thrives. Thrives it must if society progresses, like birds in formation, toward heavens upward
Destination. Dream big we say to the kids all around, hoping and wishing for a better sound,
Sounds of redemption, Loves early light, pulling us upward to new progressive sight.
Take the Apple products we all know uniquely crafted by outsider Gates, taught us design
For humans await, Waiting we are for inventors abound to change life’s trajectory
For all to expound. What do we do with Jesse James, modern biker man outside the fold?
Welcome embrace our brother esteem, remember our values of expanded empathy.
Our world will change when we do this simple rhyme, embrace the outsider with a passion
Untold. Then karma will accelerate him back in the fold. Acceptance is the answer, they say
In AA, totally fine as we apply it today. Today is the now of eternity past, future forboding
Loves strange looking glass. Let us see a bright future, we all invent, embracing the outsider
Till all Is bent. Bend our minds God, we relent, releasing our struggle for all to ferment.
Copyright © Barry Dell | Year Posted 2022
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Barry Dell Poem
Barry Dell
In the Twlight Gleaming
Is the end only a beginning? A dawn to dust transformation forever bending?
Always learning changing new thoughts evolving, devour blood thirty ideas
Stopping not arising. Humanity forward time rushes forth, slowing advancing
DNA shifting. Changing the path ever gleaming. Ideas go on as man ascending,
Stuck in his tracks by pride not clearing. In the space of movement not caring
But ending, waves of compassion ever upending. Up from the ground, the dawns
Early light. Changes us slowly to heaven pure delight. Thank God for dust, we are
All made, we return to ashes before times break of day. Amen
Copyright © Barry Dell | Year Posted 2022
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