Haiku: Curfew

Curtains are flapping

the football ends after ten

division begins

Copyright Francis Barker 2020

Haiku: ‘Rearguard’

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Last line of defense
I am the man in motion
All the men are gone

Copyright Francis Barker 2020

*More dystopian material…

Haiku: ‘Dystopian Inheritance’

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I am the hated
I’m persona non grata
I will inherit

Copyright Francis Barker 2020

*More dystopian food for thought…

Ancestral — The Light is On (Reblog)

That dream came alive in snowcapped peaks flowing like a thousand whispered secrets, its laughter gently echoing off the slopes down into the valley…

Ancestral — The Light is On

***Reblogged by Francis Barker 2020… poetry

Haiku Poetry: ‘Universe’

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Universe means one
One word releasing all this
Bottle that meaning

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Haiku Poetry: ‘Strike’

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When the iron’s hot
It’s time to act with vigour
The window slams shut

Copyright Francis Barker 2020

Haiku: ‘The Wait’

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I must be prepared

There’s nothing I can rule out

I must trust myself

Copyright Francis Barker 2020 Who is very fond of poetry…

‘Avenging Wind’ a Poem

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The wind strikes once more,
he’s tossing washing lines
and turning trees,
threatens to strip the ripe colour
which makes the season tolerable.
I wonder what’s made him so fierce:
He’s giving me glimpses of winter,
the lockdowns imposed,
when stepping outside
becomes a crime, where
the only feature will be the trash
blown starkly down our street

Copyright Francis Barker 2020

*We may have to find new ways to entertain ourselves this winter.

Haiku: It Could Be Today

It could be today

The awoken read the signs

All the boxes ticked

Copyright Francis Barker 2020

Haiku Poetry: ‘Forest Fire’

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No rain for two months
The summer was long and hot
Nature’s innocence

Copyright Francis Barker 2020

The Tall and Sturdy Oak Tree — Primitive Poetry (Reblog)

Through the iron bars I can seeThat tall and sturdy oak tree.Though these bars are rustedAnd my cellmate untrusted,That tree stands tall and meanIn that wild field of green. A remembrance to men like meThat at one point we were free.Tall and sturdy, green and rootedTill one day to jail we were booted.For a crime […]

The Tall and Sturdy Oak Tree — Primitive Poetry

***Reblogged by Francis Barker, poet.