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Best Poems Written by Barry Stebbings

Below are the all-time best Barry Stebbings poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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I, the Clone

I, The Clone

     So that I would not live alone,
     My parents thought I should be a clone.
     They cloned at first two then four,
     Then they cloned just four more.
     Being the first parents in the nation 
     Practising exponential regeneration
     They tried again to double the brood
     Using methods not fully understood.
     Breeding at this prodigious rate
     I soon numbered two thousand and forty eight.
     And, allowing for those not now alive,
     Next became four thousand and sixty five.
     So I continued to expand,
     Filling up towns throughout the land,
     And, some years after the age of consent
     Held all the seats in Parliament.
     And so it’s easy now to see
     How I became my own M.P.
     When I numbered six million and forty two,
     I was army, navy and air force too.
     At ten billion three hundred and twenty eight,
     I became head of every state,
     And, depending on my point of view
     Deposed myself with war and coup.
     So by accident or by intent
     Became first global President.
     Now four trillion seven hundred and ninety three
     The only person in the world is me.

	28th Feb. 2016

      Originally drafted in the days of Dolly The Sheep.

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My Pet Tiger

My Pet Tiger

      I took my pet tiger to my doctor
      Because it had a very bad day.
      Now, my tiger’s depression is still there,
      But my doctor has gone away.

       Barry Stebbings
        08/23/17

       For 'Animal Nonsense' Contest
        by Kevin Shaw

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My Reflection

My Reflection

     In the mirror who did I see?
     I saw my reflection staring back at me.

     But in the next  mirror upon the wall
     I saw there was no one there at all.

     Had I left my own image behind
     For another person to come and find?

     On looking in a mirror what would you do,
     If you saw someone who was not you?

       Barry Stebbings
        08/14/18

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Jill the Dentist

Jill The Dentist


      There was once a dentist named Jill

      Who thought she was good with a drill

      And found doing a filling

      Really quite thrilling;

      If only her patients stayed still.


      06/04/17

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Spring

Spring


      When the Season turns and Old Winter spent,

      Sudden colour blossoms on budding trees.

      The daffodil blooms and young Spring’s sweet scent

      Is gentle carried on the evening breeze.


      Fast changing period of restless mood,

      Faltering sun and uncertain showers.

      Sleeping souls wake from Winter solitude

      Aroused by Spring’s lengthening daylight hours.


     Migrating birds return on sun warmed wings,

     By shaded woodland the yellow primrose 

     Blooms. Nights shorten and the first Cuckoo sings

     And all around Nature’s industry grows.


     Barry Stebbings
     21/02/17

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Love Lost

Lost Love

     In that long dark sadness of your leaving
     Neither star nor moon will give light to me
     And no sunlit dawn will ease my grieving,
     Neither time nor distance enlighten me.
     But return with love as your alibi
     And your excuses for departing done.
     Then does the bright dawn light the darkened sky
     And hope reborn with the arisen sun.
     Should your stay be shorter than a Winter’s day
     When the scarcely lit hours cold comfort give,
     Then leave and let me with sharp sorrow stay
     And in darkening dusk’s dying hours live.
     Your name is joy and joyful your return,
     But not to return; dawn to dusk will turn.

        07/21/18

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You Came To Me

You Came To Me (out of the Winter’s snow)

     You came to me out of the Winter’s snow,
     On the scented breeze of the early Spring,
     When shifting winds of fortune oft’ times blow
     And in my waiting heart I heard you sing.
     It was errant chance brought you to my door,
     The warmth of Summer’s kiss upon your lips,
     To drink of your love and left wanting more
     As vintage wine is drunk in measured sips.
     And when the span of Summer’s heat is passed
     And Autumn’s uncertain wind shakes the boughs
     My hope for your love, by degrees, is cast;
     As the depth of your love for me allows. 
     For your warmth is not by cool Autumn chilled      
     And my love for you, by your love fulfilled,

     02/03/2020

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Love Regained

Love Regained

     Now is love’s rift rejoined by your return
     And my loss at your leaving now undone.
     Your name is joy, and joy from sorrow turned
     And the time of your loss its season run.
     Now is this night become awakened day
     And this new Summer’s warmth a healing balm,
     Soothing bleak parting’s unwelcome stay
     As Winter, banished by this Season’s charm.
     My love for you is not by ageing aged,
     Nor is it tempered by each Season passed.
     But your love regained is loss assuaged
     And hope is in future seasons cast.
     And the shaded paths of cold reflection
     Now made bright by your returned affection.

          08/09/18

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Empty Room On a Summer's Day

Empty Room On A Summer's Day


     An empty room where forgotten shadows lay

     Under white edged clouds in a bright cobalt sky.

     Where Summer’s warm palette paints the sultry day,

     Beyond wood framed windows, swooping Swallows fly,

     As scented drafts drift under the closed oak door

     Lifting long rested dust from the sun warmed floor.

     There rays of silver light in the silence gleam,

     Sunlit shafts shine in bright iridescent beams.

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The Moon and the Snowman

One cold and frosty night a snowman looked up at the moon and sang,

     Oh, moon! Oh, moon, Oh beauteous moon
     What a beautiful moon you are, you are,
     What a beautiful moon you are.
     Will you sing me a song that is neither short nor long?

     The shining moon looked down at the snowman and replied,

     Oh, snowman! Oh snowman!
     What a tuneful snowman you are, you are,
     What a harmonious snowman you are
     But I cannot sing you a song,
     Neither short nor long;
     I am made of green cheese,
     And when I sing I sneeze,
     But I will give you a succulent roast
     And quince jelly on toast,
     If you will sing me your song
     Neither short nor long,
     In your melodious voice
     To a tune of your choice
     Though you sing from afar, afar,
     Though you sing from a distance afar.

But the snowman sang to the moon,

     Oh, moon! Oh, moon!
     Oh, generous moon,
     What a bountiful moon you are, you are,
     What a bountiful moon you are.
     But on this frosty night
     It is really not right
     To sing you a song,
     Neither short nor long.
     There is ice on my nose
     And snow on my toes
     And this terrible shivering
     Is affecting my singing,
     No, I cannot sing you a song
     From afar, afar,
     No, I cannot sing from a distance afar.

      12/16/18

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