Poem: Cow

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A cow bestrides the sea wall
blocking our path, dark
eyes staring us out while

slovenly chewing
the winter grass. I don’t think
she gives a damn about

me and even less
about you – I think she’s
sussed us out, that you find her

disturbing. She has
no opinion on these views either
side, the expanses of fen

drably bedecked
by sparse copse and spire,
the salt marsh

dividing old kingdoms and ways
of speech. Her only view is
of us, that her might is right and

that we shall not pass easily

copyright Francis Barker 2019

Haiku: Saint Edmund’s Day

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You aren’t forgotten
Some of us will remember
until bitter ends

copyright Francis Barker 2019

Poem: The Order of Genius

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The genius of Bach, Mozart, Beethoven –
what makes such complexity relaxing,
such simplicity beautiful?
It defies my attempts to judge,
like tearing off a butterfly’s wings

I just sit, contemplate
and follow where it will go

Haiku: True or False

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Fake news all around
Nothing new under the sun
But what is the sun?

Haiku: North

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Poem: Cow

A cow bestrides the sea wall
blocking our path, dark
eyes staring us out while

slovenly chewing
the winter grass. I don’t think
she gives a damn about

me and even less
about you – I think she’s
sussed us out, that you find her

disturbing. She has
no opinion on these views either
side, the expanses of fen

drably bedecked
by sparse copse and spire,
the salt marsh

dividing old kingdoms and ways
of speech. Her only view is
of us, that her might is right and

that we shall not pass easily

Haiku: Saint Edmund’s Day

You aren’t forgotten
Some of us will remember
until bitter ends

Poem: The Order of Genius

The genius of Bach, Mozart, Beethoven –
what makes such complexity relaxing,
such simplicity beautiful?
It defies my attempts to judge,
like tearing off a butterfly’s wings

I just sit, contemplate
and follow where it will go

Haiku: True or False

Fake news all around
Nothing new under the sun
But what is the sun?

Haiku: North

Staring at the north
where the sun will never reach
Fulcrom of the earth

A cow bestrides the sea wall blocking our path, dark eyes staring us out while

slovenly chewing the winter grass. I don’t think she gives a damn about

me and even less about you – I think she’s sussed us out, that you find her

disturbing. She has no opinion on these views either side, the expanses of fen

drably bedecked by sparse copse and spire, the salt marsh

dividing old kingdoms and ways of speech. Her only view is of us, that her might is right and

that we shall not pass easily

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You aren’t forgotten Some of us will remember until bitter ends

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The genius of Bach, Mozart, Beethoven – what makes such complexity relaxing, such simplicity beautiful? It defies my attempts to judge, like tearing off a butterfly’s wings

I just sit, contemplate and follow where it will go

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Fake news all around Nothing new under the sun But what is the sun?

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Staring at the north where the sun will never reach Fulcrom of the earth

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A cow bestrides the sea wall
blocking our path, dark
eyes staring us out while

slovenly chewing
the winter grass. I don’t think
she gives a damn about

me and even less
about you – I think she’s
sussed us out, that you find her

disturbing. She has
no opinion on these views either
side, the expanses of fen

drably bedecked
by sparse copse and spire,
the salt marsh

dividing old kingdoms and ways
of speech. Her only view is
of us, that her might is right and

You aren’t forgotten
Some of us will remember
until bitter ends

The genius of Bach, Mozart, Beethoven –
what makes such complexity relaxing,
such simplicity beautiful?
It defies my attempts to judge,
like tearing off a butterfly’s wings

I just sit, contemplate
and follow where it will go

Fake news all around
Nothing new under the sun
But what is the sun?

Staring at the north
where the sun will never reach
Fulcrom of the earth