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Best Poems Written by Beau Barberis

Below are the all-time best Beau Barberis poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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The Scarf

Winter swirls on the morning mist  
Undulating clouds blowing west. 
Cobwebs clear with a forceful fist  
Winter swirls on the morning mist  
A snatch of red wool to untwist
Caught in an updraft on the crest 
Winter swirls on the morning mist
Undulating clouds blowing west

The glow of lights beckoning home
A snatch of red wool on the hook
Soggy from the day’s windy roam
The glow of lights beckoning home
Curled before the fire alone
Sweet calico purrs in the nook
The glow of lights beckoning home
A snatch of red wool on the hook

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Marking Time

A missing front tooth
Nightlight glowing soft
Height marks on the wall
Training wheels old news
Car keys in the drawer

Butterfly kiss
Mama bear hug
A runny nose
Love for my son

Brushing teeth
Bedtime tales
Shutting doors

Baked bread
Beer breath
 
Tears

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Sea of Roses

Enamoured with myself, I walk my garden path 
Where the grass grows tall
Snapping off a long piece, a whistle
So shrill the dogs howl

Dandelions greet me
Their sunny dispositions radiate hello
How can I not make myself a dandelion crown?
Can I not take what I own?

Daisies dance - pleading pick me, pick me
He loves you, he loves you not
No worries, love
I will pluck your petals until my answer comes up

Scent pulls me farther along to
  a sea of roses at the edge
Their heads held high, defiant
  to the waves crashing below

Can I not pluck again?
They are mine, are they not?
I suck the pulsing red reminder
That we own nothing but just us

I try again, as they are mine!
A snip, a blossom cupped in hand
Cascading petals into nothingness
A mockery of my intent

Small acts land large on nondescript days
Majestically humble sea of roses
Here to teach and touch and love
My ego in my pocket, empty-handed I go

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Supper at Sea

Snapping it up with so much zeal
The shiny black shag with its slinky eel.
The sand eel squirmed and slipped back to the sea.
The shag said stop, please stay with me!

You want to eat me said the edible eel.
I do not want to be your meal.
I see you swim under the sea
At speeds much faster than slithering me.
You will swallow me whole.
And then where will I be?
In my belly, of course, said the shag smilingly!

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Blue Cheese and Old Pickles

Don’t ask me again how long.
A good joint could last awhile.
That blue cheese smell gave gags,
  the price for sky-high smiles.

Don’t ask me again how many.
Really, who remembers them all?
Some were fun and young, 
  others old and small.

We all had a shelf life.
No more swinging from the tree.
A grocery bag of memories
 of that wilder side of me.

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Hanging On For Dear Life

A gust caught a giggle
Scooping me up above the tree line
 where the hot air balloons live
And the clouds play tether ball
Scattering the stars
Catapulting around Saturn 
Hanging on for dear life
As the dragon kite skimmed and skirted
 me back over the dewy grass
Dropping me like a note into my dreams

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Lightning McQueen

Cloudy sky 
Freezing temps
Winter tires
With a grip

Enter the curve
Hit the ice
Start to slide to the right

Foot off the brake
Jerk the wheel 
Not to the left
But hard to the right

You have only a second
No second chance
To stay on the road
And not crash 

Sometimes the opposite
Saves our life
Even when it 
Doesn’t feel right

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Leaf Sheep Sea Slug

Two black eyes
On a sweet white face
Floppy ears that lie
Those ears actually taste
Algae is the most favourite place

With no arms
No tricks up their sleeves
Should they be on a farm?
Each looks like a sheep
If only they made a bit of cheese

To light their fire
They suck chloroplasts
Leaf sheep never tire
Photosynthesis gives them gas
Even without the sun’s sunny blast

Amazing you say
We must agree
And all shout hurray!
Photosynthesis under the sea?
An amazing feat for a slug so wee

Darkish water, stormy seas
Not a problem to be seen
The leaf sheep glow and glean
Pokey horns but they’re not mean
Wearing chlorophyll dresses in neon green

Not green with envy or jealousy
Not these hermaphrodites
Always with themselves lovey
Never a fight
Peace and love are always in sight

You will want to pet them
This most unlikely lot
But please don’t squeeze them
They will pop
They’re the size of a dot

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Interstice

The stutter a stammer that
Holds the air
An incisive question to fill the space
Only to know it needed none
To bridge the gap
Between us

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Moon On A Spoon

Let’s play.
Tigers have eyelashes.
Crocodiles smile.
The moon is made of cheese.
Shall we pull it down and see?

No? You want to keep it there?
You paint stories on its face?
Share your secrets in its ear?
Without the moon, there is no place for you to land from outer space?

But, sweetheart, I could reach it with the chair!
I could scoop up the moon on a spoon,
 while I balance on my witches’ broom.
And place it so gently … right next to you.

It would sweep away bad dreams.
Give sweet kisses on your nose.
You could toss it in the air.
It’d belong to only you.

You are not convinced. That pout is clear.
You are tired of us grown-ups always trying to steer.
Leave you alone, you say. Let you have your moon.
High in the sky, with or without a silver spoon.

Everyone should have the moon, you’re right,
 even dinosaurs, unicorns and clowns with drums.
Wait, is that dinosaur on the moon holding a spoon?
I thought dinosaurs had no thumbs.

Oh no, please tell him as quick as you can.
Do not scoop out the moon!
It’s not ice cream or cake.
Eating the moon’s a terrible mistake!

Look up! That was close!
He caught a fright and dropped the spoon.
Let’s leave the moon in peace.
I’ll grab the tub of ice cream.
You draw your best moon face.