Adryan Barnathan Poems

the good die young-
and those who should die
don't die
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I could give you what you want
just to hear you applaud and cheer
but that is not what ''I'' want
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In a field
I am the absence
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Sparks fly
with a wink
twinkling
on the porch
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Which one of those chins
do you shave
in the morning?
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A picture speaks a thousand words
isn't that what they say?
In every photo of (you and me) us
you're always pulled away
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I love America
even tho'
the dance is done
and children
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The Philosopher
The Analyst
The Seeker
The Poet
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in shushed shuffles
of weather beaten
sound,
swirling around
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Looking down at my hands,
'these are my grandmothers hands'
these hands of mine
hauntingly resembling hers-
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