Tanka: A Life

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We have paid tribute
we celebrated your life
You were my neighbour
How we put the world to right
a world that’s emptier now

copyright Francis Barker 2019

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Haiku: Enjoy

bloom blooming blossom blur

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The seeds we planted
we never knew what they were
Enjoyment is free

copyright Francis Barker 2019

Tanka: Jet

gray jet flying through the sky during daytime

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Continual noise
The fighter is buzzing me
just circling on high
Is there no war to go to?
I’ll put up with his presence

copyright Francis Barker 2019

Haiku: Patterns

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Trace around the sky
Heaven is a clock with soul
It does not compel

copyright Francis Barker 2019

Tanka: Saturn and Pluto

round analog clock

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Saturn and Pluto
come together in the Goat
Stuff hitting the fan
pulling the plug on the swamp
Who said it would be easy?

copyright Francis Barker 2019

Tanka: Signs of the Times

abundance achievement bank banknotes

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How long can it last
this awful corrupted age?
Who am I to judge?
The information is there
I draw my own conclusions

copyright Francis Barker 2019

Poem: The Church Is Closed

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It’s Sunday and the west door is locked.
I’ve tried it, checked my watch, the date.
Yes it’s true, I can’t go inside.
So I walk around, a facade, that’s all it is,
tall and beautiful it may be,
with some of the finest medieval stone work anywhere,
in a county already noted for its
ecclesiastical glories – but
it’s a fossil now of former faith,
where lip services are still carried out,
fed through the waterless canals of devotion,
enacted by the tired words of priests
standing before a withered congregation,
the last one leaving making sure the door
is locked behind them
to preserve the emptiness of our time

copyright Francis Barker 2019