Barry A. Lanier Poems

Give me the majestic rivers of my homeland,
Weaving and rolling across the terrain.
Slipping toward Mother Sea like slow strands,
Molasses rolling across the farmland.
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All the hour,
The Southern hardline preacher.
Ranting and raving about morality.
Third person, second row on the left.
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When I see the Spanish moss and mystery,
Across the seven mile bridge.
Crystal clear aquamarine waters call out for me,
Placating the blue coral and seaweed.
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Death gurgling shrills and barks from
Bella, my Cavalier King Charles Spaniel
Elegance and energy transformed into fear
Trembling curled up in a dark corner of the room
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He watched him from the corner of the room-
head down, pen in hand,
trying to remain focused on
the paper in front of him-
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Don't be ashamed if your parents
Didn't happen to meet on a beach in Monte Carlo
Or at a sunset bar in Key Largo or Tahiti
Based on romance and mystery,
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A woman is as a beautiful rose-
Petals to be caressed and stroked-
Nurtured with adoration, yet-
Only picked in time, one by one-
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She knows all things-

She knows all signs-
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The man died and went to heaven-
At the Pearly Gates before St. Peter
He saw a hug wall of clocks, and he
asked St. Peter, 'what are they? '
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There were methods of kneeling and sitting,
fine methods, if you lived in a country, where
stones are smooth, and sands are rough.
Men dreamed wistfully of hidden corners,
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