Tanka: Yesteryear

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Yesteryear remains
The rose coloured memories
all done and dusted
A lost world that won’t return
but a world where I belonged

copyright Francis barker 2019

Poem: The Garth

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The accolades like garlands
all around you,
each flower of the palette
in your soul

I saw suns glint in violet eyes,
such rare colour,
your rose petal smiles
on dew laden sward

You drew me pastel people,
tore them to pieces,
casting high like confetti
in a lavender breeze

Your delicate hand would
demand I take it,
frog march me around
your patchwork garth

We’d sit in white stillness
at Indian summer’s end,
our toes dangling in pools
of murky green

And when the grey winds came
soughing demons around us,
you closed that rickety gate
toward Michaelmastide.

copyright Francis Barker 2019

Haiku: Circles

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Circles of the sun
are divided into twelve
A natural law

Poem: Pablo

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Black eyes of the deep south
simmer through cigarette smoke,
windows on the tortuous corridors
where the minotaur lurks.
There can be no control:
He is the crucible of all possibility;
the raging bull and the wild horse.
And the bearer of light.
His mesmeric stare fixes
on the stigmata of raised hands.
Goya-like, he senses life’s transitory
spell, this bridge of tragedy,
the lifeblood of creativity.
He paints in a trance, in full
knowledge that there is no
thread for Theseus to find.

Tanka: Just War

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Tanka: Yesteryear

Yesteryear remains
The rose coloured memories
all done and dusted
A lost world that won’t return
but a world where I belonged

Poem: The Garth

The accolades like garlands
all around you,
each flower of the palette
in your soul

I saw suns glint in violet eyes,
such rare colour,
your rose petal smiles
on dew laden sward

You drew me pastel people,
tore them to pieces,
casting high like confetti
in a lavender breeze

Your delicate hand would
demand I take it,
frog march me around
your patchwork garth

We’d sit in white stillness
at Indian summer’s end,
our toes dangling in pools
of murky green

And when the grey winds came
soughing demons around us,
you closed that rickety gate
toward Michaelmastide.

Haiku: Circles

Circles of the sun
are divided into twelve
A natural law

Poem: Pablo

Tanka: Just War

They talk of just war
It is good versus evil
Never in my name
though I’m not a pacifist
Just show me the enemy

Yesteryear remains The rose coloured memories all done and dusted A lost world that won’t return but a world where I belonged

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The accolades like garlands all around you, each flower of the palette in your soul

I saw suns glint in violet eyes, such rare colour, your rose petal smiles on dew laden sward

You drew me pastel people, tore them to pieces, casting high like confetti in a lavender breeze

Your delicate hand would demand I take it, frog march me around your patchwork garth

We’d sit in white stillness at Indian summer’s end, our toes dangling in pools of murky green

And when the grey winds came soughing demons around us, you closed that rickety gate toward Michaelmastide.

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Circles of the sun are divided into twelve A natural law

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They talk of just war It is good versus evil Never in my name though I’m not a pacifist Just show me the enemy

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Yesteryear remains
The rose coloured memories
all done and dusted
A lost world that won’t return
but a world where I belonged

The accolades like garlands
all around you,
each flower of the palette
in your soul

I saw suns glint in violet eyes,
such rare colour,
your rose petal smiles
on dew laden sward

You drew me pastel people,
tore them to pieces,
casting high like confetti
in a lavender breeze

Your delicate hand would
demand I take it,
frog march me around
your patchwork garth

We’d sit in white stillness
at Indian summer’s end,
our toes dangling in pools
of murky green

And when the grey winds came
soughing demons around us,
you closed that rickety gate
toward Michaelmastide.

Circles of the sun
are divided into twelve
A natural law

They talk of just war
It is good versus evil
Never in my name
though I’m not a pacifist
Just show me the enemy