Mike Barrett

Freshman - 672 Points (June,1943 / Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada)

Mike Barrett Poems

1. On Poetry 9/15/2013
2. The Lonesome Road 12/14/2013
3. Your Words 1/5/2014
4. My Child 12/13/2013
5. A Solitary Note [revisited 2013] 12/13/2013
6. Great News 1/5/2014
7. Words From The Eternal Master 12/26/2013
8. One Hundred Words - Revisited [30 Years Later] 9/15/2013
9. Drift Up 12/3/2013
10. Words From A Master 12/3/2013
11. A Solitary Note 12/13/2013
12. A Brook 9/15/2013
13. To You A Word 11/16/2013
14. You Who Seek To Know Me 11/18/2013
15. Ask Cohen - Revisited 12/3/2013
16. On Freedom 11/18/2013
17. A Few Words 11/9/2013
18. A Thought 11/9/2013
19. Words [1963] 11/16/2013
20. A Fledgling's Story 10/26/2013
21. Requitement Sought 10/26/2013
22. A Reflection 9/21/2013
23. A Walk 9/22/2013
24. Joe's Camp 10/8/2013
25. A Realization - Revisited 12/3/2013
26. Haiku 7: Lost Denture 11/15/2014
27. A Contemplation - Hartford Hilton 11/9/2013
28. Who Is God? 11/9/2013
29. Requiem For A Fallen Star 9/23/2013
30. Words To Consider 11/18/2013
31. Haiku 5: The Skunk 11/9/2014
32. Haiku 6: Surprise 11/9/2014
33. November 9th - 2014 11/9/2014
34. Reflection I - Revisited 12/3/2013
35. Haiku 1: Late Fall 11/9/2014
36. Haiku 2: Observation 11/9/2014
37. Haiku 3: For You 11/9/2014
38. Haiku 4: The Walk 11/9/2014
39. Haiku 8: Innocence 11/15/2014
40. Poems Revised For Fellow Eckists # 1 - A Contemplation - Hartford Hilton 3/31/2015
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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