Haibun: Keeping The Faith

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In the heat of battle
it’s easy to lose faith.
Give up, run away.
Watch something else,
bury your head in the sand
and pretend it isn’t real,
like a movie scaring you
which can be frozen any time.

It won’t go away
This hiatus must be faced
Remain in our faith

copyright Francis Barker 2020

Haibun Poem: Amnesia

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We found cameras in the rubble
of abandoned buildings
and started shooting.
We lived in ways which never matched
those plush surroundings,
demolished before our eyes
to make way for the steel and glass –
an inferior civilisation tethered in debt.

Tell me what is real
Our amnesia is profound
Wake up to the dream

copyright Francis Barker 2020

Haibun Poem: Inheritance

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History is a narrative,
tomes written by the victors,
stories bequeathed to us children
who merely play
among the cast offs of giants.

We inheritors
Our shacks around palaces
Digging in the dirt

copyright Francis Barker 2020

Haibun: Blind

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The middle man confuses,
removes us from reality,
the nature of the enemy.
The chaos of this world
mimics the frenzy of our minds,
the history buried deep,
the forgotten glory of the past
which we cannot see.

What really happened
Annihilation more than once
Save us from this fate

Haibun: A 2020 Vision

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He took me up high into the clouds
to show the four corners of the earth.
As far as the eye could see,
the great extent of the cosmos –
the perfection of His design.
Then I knew this was no accident.
My destiny was written;
to be present to witness the coming change.

Category: Haibun

Haibun: Keeping The Faith

Haibun Poem: Amnesia

We found cameras in the rubble
of abandoned buildings
and started shooting.
We lived in ways which never matched
those plush surroundings,
demolished before our eyes
to make way for the steel and glass –
an inferior civilisation tethered in debt.

Tell me what is real
Our amnesia is profound
Wake up to the dream

Haibun Poem: Inheritance

History is a narrative,
tomes written by the victors,
stories bequeathed to us children
who merely play
among the cast offs of giants.

We inheritors
Our shacks around palaces
Digging in the dirt

Haibun: Blind

The middle man confuses,
removes us from reality,
the nature of the enemy.
The chaos of this world
mimics the frenzy of our minds,
the history buried deep,
the forgotten glory of the past
which we cannot see.

What really happened
Annihilation more than once
Save us from this fate

Haibun: A 2020 Vision

He took me up high into the clouds
to show the four corners of the earth.
As far as the eye could see,
the great extent of the cosmos –
the perfection of His design.
Then I knew this was no accident.
My destiny was written;
to be present to witness the coming change.

Waking up is birth
Vast vision lays out the truth
Glory eternal

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We found cameras in the rubble of abandoned buildings and started shooting. We lived in ways which never matched those plush surroundings, demolished before our eyes to make way for the steel and glass – an inferior civilisation tethered in debt.

Tell me what is real Our amnesia is profound Wake up to the dream

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History is a narrative, tomes written by the victors, stories bequeathed to us children who merely play among the cast offs of giants.

We inheritors Our shacks around palaces Digging in the dirt

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The middle man confuses, removes us from reality, the nature of the enemy. The chaos of this world mimics the frenzy of our minds, the history buried deep, the forgotten glory of the past which we cannot see.

What really happened Annihilation more than once Save us from this fate

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He took me up high into the clouds to show the four corners of the earth. As far as the eye could see, the great extent of the cosmos – the perfection of His design. Then I knew this was no accident. My destiny was written; to be present to witness the coming change.

Waking up is birth Vast vision lays out the truth Glory eternal

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We found cameras in the rubble
of abandoned buildings
and started shooting.
We lived in ways which never matched
those plush surroundings,
demolished before our eyes
to make way for the steel and glass –
an inferior civilisation tethered in debt.

Tell me what is real
Our amnesia is profound
Wake up to the dream

History is a narrative,
tomes written by the victors,
stories bequeathed to us children
who merely play
among the cast offs of giants.

We inheritors
Our shacks around palaces
Digging in the dirt

The middle man confuses,
removes us from reality,
the nature of the enemy.
The chaos of this world
mimics the frenzy of our minds,
the history buried deep,
the forgotten glory of the past
which we cannot see.

What really happened
Annihilation more than once
Save us from this fate

He took me up high into the clouds
to show the four corners of the earth.
As far as the eye could see,
the great extent of the cosmos –
the perfection of His design.
Then I knew this was no accident.
My destiny was written;
to be present to witness the coming change.

Waking up is birth
Vast vision lays out the truth
Glory eternal