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Beau Barberis Poem
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
Copyright © Beau Barberis | Year Posted 2025
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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
Copyright © Beau Barberis | Year Posted 2024
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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
Copyright © Beau Barberis | Year Posted 2025
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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!
Copyright © Beau Barberis | Year Posted 2024
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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.
Copyright © Beau Barberis | Year Posted 2025
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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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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
Copyright © Beau Barberis | Year Posted 2025
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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
Copyright © Beau Barberis | Year Posted 2024
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Golden nectar from the bees
Swirling on my toast
Spoonfuls in our tea party
Taste buds wanting more
Back to the beehive
May we please?
More!
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Touching my face.
Ordering champagne.
You slide off your vow from your finger.
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