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Best Poems Written by Jack Bare

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Outside My Window

Fall
A great time to sheepishly peer out 
Of my time worn window
The window that gives me splinters if I look too close
But if I take the time to see past the splinters 
And age 
I see the beauty of my back yard 
That was once a field of dirt
and weeds 
Fall
A great time to sheepishly peer out 
Of my time worn window

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Shifting Through Snow

Part One: Screaming

The gravel walkway 
Stretching down the maple lined path
Leading the the brown wooden mailbox 
Turn the corner to the pool
And the spiders 
I’m scared 
Scream for daddy 
But realize daddy is gone 
Gone because a truck hit him 
But that's grown-up talk
Scream for mommy 
But mommy is mom 
She doesn't have time for spiders 
Or kids 
Only work
I scream for my friends 
But nobody wants to be friends with 
The white boy 
So I scream for the sake of screaming 


Part Two: The School

I turn again and I’m at my school 
The red slides on the playground 
The broken swings with the yellow warning tape
Worn out from the rain and sun 
The playing 
The laughing 
The pushing 
And the crying 
Suddenly mommy has time to scold me 
Her fire hot words lash scars on my chest 
Then speedy hands leave bruises on my back 


Part Three: Therapy

Take another turn and I’m in my therapist's office 
Trembling because of what mommy said
Be honest he says 
But that will only get me in deeper 
Being honest 


Part Four: Snow

One last turn and I leave it all behind 
The abuse that I called love 
I scream but this time it's not spiders 
It’s freedom 
The realization hitting me burns 
Like a kiln in a dutch kitchen 
Searing off my skin 
Exposing the worn wrinkled meat below me
I go to the snow where my wounds can heal 
And as I shift through the snow 
I wonder if I could ever go back

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Dream Code

I find in strings of perfection 
A less than wary sight
Events I plan to bear witness 
To humble oneself no might 
A broken branch of hatred sewn 
Into my souls new keep 
Within these dreams of broken things 
I’ve lost in counting sheep 
Guilt that wells below my eyes 
My choices now set free 
Beyond my worldly self I find 
The dreams become of me