Barry A. Lanier
Barry, grew up on a farm in rural Georgia, working on the farm until college where he attended Georgia Southern College and later Mercer University Southern School of Pharmacy. After pharmacy school, Barry farmed for four years before economics forced him to practice pharmacy, which he also loved because of his passion for people. In and out of pharmacy, Barry has been a songwriter, an insurance agent, went back to Georgia Southern entering the MBA program, which he had to dropp out of after opening a retail sporting goods store. The outdoors and sporting and hunting and fishing always a passion. Returning to pharmacy, traveling the state for years, taking a haitus and learning to drive an ... more »
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Barry A. Lanier Poems
Moment In The Morn
The slow founts of dawn, On a cool winters day. Cast but one momentous shadow, Where the new fawn once lay.
bTwelve Red Roses #1 This Week
The first red rose Sent out of season The second red rose Sent for no reason
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Well, such an interesting week this one. Having a counseling class with thirteen women and the topic of discussion was sex and relationships. I was like a little boy
bLittle Cricket (#1 Poem)
His ballad sets the evening sun, Bidding all farewell, the day is done. While twilight ushers in the dew, Welcomed chirps, that bid adeau.
bA Feeling I Can't Forget
In the summer of life, By chance we first met. The day I can't remember, The feeling I can't forget.
Should love be a gentle, misting rain, I'm searching for the roaring thunder. It always thunders, when I'm fishin'. Have fished all my life,
bLittle River (Author Favorite)
Why hurry little river? Off to the sea. All there is to do, tis'sink in blue, And all forgotten be.
A Cold Beer
There's something about a cold beer, I can't really put my finger on it! Maybe it's because it's much better, Before you drink it.
A POET IS A NAUGHTY CHILD BUT
A good poet is a naughty child. Breaking hearts. Playing with people's emotions. Stirring up forgotten memories.
bA Poor Man's Dream
A family of eight and times were hard, so very hard The poor man a dishwasher in an exclusive restaurant Serving the rich and famous, CEO's and Senators His highlight on most days a nap during his break
1861-1865 For all that we take with us, We leave so much behind.
bPassion Gathers No Dust
Mistress of passion, Steal thy eye. Fluid with flesh, Bodies to mesh.
b A Poet Paints a Thousand Words
Over mountains and valleys Soaring the skies in view Random truths and wisdom Coming only in soltitude
Where two hearts meet, And know the destination. Where two minds meet, Knowing all of the thoughts.
Comments about Barry A. Lanier
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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Moment In The Morn
The slow founts of dawn,
On a cool winters day.
Cast but one momentous shadow,
Where the new fawn once lay.
Pausing silently in the moment,
Sensing fresh dew on the sod.
Delight in the advent,
And the glory of God.
That still in the early,
And the middle of morn.
Forget for one moment,
Life's trials and its scorn.
So tell me of virtue,
Sweet family and home.
Tis' my God of Thee,
Give me this moment alone.
Morning shall soon pass,
As I linger and yearn.
Praying my God of Thee,
For this moment's return.