Barry A. Lanier

Rookie - 3 Points (Georgia)

Barry A. Lanier Poems

1. Bwintry Sky 2/4/2006
2. Virtuoso 2/4/2006
3. Bjazzman (Written On A Bar Napkin) 2/4/2006
4. Life Awakens 3/8/2006
5. Uncommon Becomes Common 3/8/2006
6. Font Color=redb A Weeping Willow 3/14/2006
7. Walking Out Of The Desert 3/14/2006
8. Bonly One Survived (Author Favorite) 3/14/2006
9. Bman By The Railroad Track 3/25/2006
10. Pauper Served By A King 3/26/2006
11. Bmy Canoochee 3/26/2006
12. Bsouthern Armour 3/26/2006
13. Bmy Hero 4/1/2006
14. Revival Dinner 4/6/2006
15. Bsilver Needles 4/9/2006
16. Bsimple Lifeb(Humorous) 2/4/2006
17. Pristine Passage 3/1/2006
18. Bcome Sit With Me Under The Banyan 3/1/2006
19. Bwondrous Fall 3/1/2006
20. Bamber Rage 3/1/2006
21. Bpoet 3/5/2006
22. Prey Turns To Past 3/5/2006
23. Bmy Fire (Written At Age 16) 3/7/2006
24. Bacceptance 3/7/2006
25. Bmy Prose 3/7/2006
26. My Hill 3/7/2006
27. My Rivers Plear(Author Enjoys) 3/7/2006
28. Bpreacher's Message 3/7/2006
29. Bkey Largo (Author Favorite) 3/7/2006
30. Path Of Pleasure 3/7/2006
31. Bthe Last Ones To Fall 7/26/2008
32. To Sow 7/26/2008
33. Ice 7/26/2008
34. The Poet 7/28/2008
35. Bbrandish Your Talent 7/28/2008
36. Love-Haiku 7/28/2008
37. If Our Love Is Just A Story 8/4/2008
38. Last Fading Flower 8/4/2008
39. Love Never Yields 8/4/2008
40. What Is Intelligence? 8/4/2008
Best Poem of Barry A. Lanier

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.

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Bvictory

A fathers pride and childs embrace,
So easy to see, just peek at my face.
The wisdom of youth, in passing time,
From succulent grape, to withering vine.

Grandeur and riches, austerity didn't find,
Resolved toward the end, twas all in the mind,
Deep joy and content, sketched in my gaze,
Victory in mine passing, lifes long endless race.

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