Barry A. Lanier Poems

I asked her, 'Mother why do you think you are going to die? '
She answered, 'There comes a time when you just know.'
Pleading with her, 'Don't give up mother, I'm not ready for you to go! '
In a soft voice she replied, 'I have the will to live, I'm only giving in.'
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An imaginary place
Or state.....in which
Conditions of life
Are extremely bad
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Attempting to pen a poem this night
Considering the meaning if any of life?
Starting in fact, from the beginning of time
So many prophets, scholars, and lines
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One day I think, I shall get in the end
Just a little of the wisdom, of my Indian friends
Seems they were gazing, sun, moon, and stars
While I was running round', writing on napkins in bars
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No one.....speaks to me
No one.....loves me
No one.....hates me
No one.....shuns me
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Staring down
Coffee-stained carpet
Searching
A simple rainbow
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Shifting his weight
Separated by the glass
Unbraiding his story
Detailing fine points
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So intent working at school
Laughing and play
Yet we never see them
At the end of the day
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Some days I'm a little feeble
Sometimes I'm a little evil
Slip in a snort and turn loose
Ten feet tall and bullet proof
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