Haiku: No Side

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Gallery of rogues
You call this democracy?
In which universe?

copyright Francis Barker 2019

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Haiku: Advent

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Save us from ourselves
Cut short this time of crisis
Heaven opens up

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Poem: Red Dress (Distant Thunder)

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Got me in a fix again, I see
a white rider in the sky.
Mesa mountain and inselberg draw me
where no avatar can lie.

I got a seat on a wagon train for free,
hazel eyes stare back in fright.
Overhead the milky way guides me,
sacred spirit of the night.

By the dirt house, all in patient pose;
a prairie wind blows her dress.
Devil sun and skull of buffalo,
red is grey where none confess.

Harvest in, piece of grass in my lips,
shadow birds cross amber sky.
She’s here – drops the dress to her hips –
the nest of red where we’ll lie

copyright Francis Barker 2019

Tanka: Elephant or Donkey, or…

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Politics hurts us
A merry-go-round charade
Real choice would be nice
Parties like supermarkets
Same stuff sold differently

copyright Francis Barker 2019

Haiku: The Chicken or the Egg

He is within me
Consciousness before matter
I am one with him

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Haiku: Logos

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I am consciousness
thrown into mortality
The word is my truth

copyright Francis Barker 2019

Poem: The Empty Naves

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The voice and song remind me
of why I don’t come.
The words and the platitudes wash over me,
echo and reverberate around this sacred space,
crying for heaven
though never finding any home.
The bats are nearer but unaware
of their advantage,
leaving me staring high into this perpendicular sky.
Is this all that is left?
Listening to Betjeman and Vaughan Williams
to stir us up,
to remind us of what once was.
This is me and you coming here,
cultural appreciators
though never spiritual partakers
in a creed we can’t believe.
Give me the fire and brimstone,
a faith which disturbs me
into knowing I’m not already saved.
It is better than this – looking up in awe
into a world that is lost.

words and photographs copyright Francis Barker 2019