Mike Barrett

Freshman - 921 Points (June,1943 / Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada)

Mike Barrett Poems

1. One Hundred Words 9/15/2013
2. In-Sight 9/15/2013
3. To N.A.H. (An English Teacher) 9/21/2013
4. A Proclamation 9/21/2013
5. Road To Salvation 9/21/2013
6. On Justice 9/21/2013
7. On Pain 9/21/2013
8. A Question 9/23/2013
9. Personal Observation 9/23/2013
10. Life's Secret - Death's Knowledge 9/23/2013
11. On Friends 9/23/2013
12. Hours And Ours 9/23/2013
13. Reflection Ii 9/23/2013
14. A Realization 10/8/2013
15. A Requiem To T.F.B. 10/8/2013
16. Words For You? 10/8/2013
17. Amid 10/8/2013
18. We 10/8/2013
19. Clouds 10/8/2013
20. Ask Cohen 10/20/2013
21. A Thought From Bill For Bill 10/20/2013
22. A Form Of Beauty 10/20/2013
23. A Lesson 10/20/2013
24. Accused 10/20/2013
25. En Route From Lisbon To Frankfurt 10/20/2013
26. Indifference 10/20/2013
27. On Knowingness 10/20/2013
28. On Listening To The Falls 10/20/2013
29. To God 9/24/2013
30. A Cycle 9/24/2013
31. Solitary Woman 9/24/2013
32. Heidelberg 9/24/2013
33. Seekers 10/26/2013
34. Cappichini Catacombs 10/26/2013
35. This Morning 10/26/2013
36. To You Of Heavy Heart 10/26/2013
37. A Truth 10/26/2013
38. What Is The Measure? 10/26/2013
39. To Men Of Reason 10/26/2013
40. On It's Ways 11/3/2013
Best Poem of Mike Barrett

On Poetry

There
Are among you,
You who read these poems,
Those who think
Poetry
Beautiful rhyming words,
Pleasant thoughts -
New combinations
Of strange comparisons.

Alas,
How utterly wrong
You are!

There is poetry
In a rippling brook,
In a fly's beating wings,
In the dead skin of a snake -
In both time and space
Wherein myriad worlds spin!

Man, himself
Is an infinitely poetic
Structure
As are all his thoughts
Feelings, actions
And past history!

To appreciate
These words
As they are herein placed, ...

Read the full of On Poetry

One Hundred Words

Snow had lately frosted earth
But one scant inch.
Life blue in sky, bled red, died black.
Spotless Soul alone,
Bright in the heavens stood,
And, as if in deep respect,
Earth no sound made.

None could hear the birches creak,

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