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bartbarkerpoet.com
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| | | | | Gave my fish a bicycle for his birthday but he does not ride it around his bowl. Gave my loyal dog Bobo a modern poetry anthology but I never see him reading though it has been chewed. Gave the cat Moriarty a phone so I can call when he's out late - but he never... | |
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| | | | | On the way home from the total solar eclipse last month, I stopped off in Dayton, Ohio to visit the grave of one of my favorite poets, Paul Laurence Dunbar in Woodland Cemetery. I've heard of Mr. Dunbar for as long as I can remember since I grew up less than an hour's drive away... | |
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| | | | | Arise ye dawns of spring like daffodils to the clouds and eggs from the pan (This haiku was inspired by a poem I wrote this week with my pals at Charles House when one of the participants made the brilliant connection between daffodils and sunny-side-up eggs. A belated Happy Vernal Equinox to my fellow Northern... | |
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teandpaper.ca
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| | | Bonded together through the rootsOutwards distinct reflections No men power can untie themDevoted bonds are forever W3 - Bond - Acrostic poem | ||
