Barry A. Lanier
Biography of Barry A. Lanier
Barry, grew up on a farm in rural Georgia, working on the farm until college where he attended Georgia Southern College and later Mercer University Southern School of Pharmacy. After pharmacy school, Barry farmed for four years before economics forced him to practice pharmacy, which he also loved because of his passion for people. In and out of pharmacy, Barry has been a songwriter, an insurance agent, went back to Georgia Southern entering the MBA program, which he had to dropp out of after opening a retail sporting goods store. The outdoors and sporting and hunting and fishing always a passion. Returning to pharmacy, traveling the state for years, taking a haitus and learning to drive an 18-wheeler, always a goal, he has a CDL license. Currently Barry has earned a Master's degree in Community Counseling from Georgia Southern University and is working as a counselor/therapist.
He became interested in writing in high school when his mentor, Jessie Bird, suggested he had an innate creative talent after he wrote 'Moment In The Morn'. Only some 25 years later did he start back writing. Discovering his geneaology and heritage included being a descendant of Sidney Clopton Lanier who wrote 'Marshes of Glynn', and of Thomas Lanier (Tennessee Williams) who was originally a failed poet, Barry was motivated to begin his journey of writing. Many of his poems have been published nationally and internationally and he has been honored for a decade by the International House of Poetry for many awards. His new book ' A Slice of Life-Somewhere Between Bitter and Sweet' is scheduled for publication in the Summer of 2009.
When asked about his poetry, Barry admits, ' I have no special ambition, other than to give back hopefully a portion of what has been freely given to me, and should my written words help just one person, then my efforts have been a success.'
Barry A. Lanier's Works:
'A Slice of Life-Somewhere Between Bitter and Sweet'
Wordclay Publishing copyright@2009
Barry A. Lanier Poems
Moment In The Morn
The slow founts of dawn, On a cool winters day. Cast but one momentous shadow, Where the new fawn once lay.
bTwelve Red Roses #1 This Week
The first red rose Sent out of season The second red rose Sent for no reason
bfont color=redLiving Life With Barry II
Well, such an interesting week this one. Having a counseling class with thirteen women and the topic of discussion was sex and relationships. I was like a little boy
bA Feeling I Can't Forget
In the summer of life, By chance we first met. The day I can't remember, The feeling I can't forget.
Should love be a gentle, misting rain, I'm searching for the roaring thunder. It always thunders, when I'm fishin'. Have fished all my life,
bLittle Cricket (#1 Poem)
His ballad sets the evening sun, Bidding all farewell, the day is done. While twilight ushers in the dew, Welcomed chirps, that bid adeau.
bLittle River (Author Favorite)
Why hurry little river? Off to the sea. All there is to do, tis'sink in blue, And all forgotten be.
A Cold Beer
There's something about a cold beer, I can't really put my finger on it! Maybe it's because it's much better, Before you drink it.
A POET IS A NAUGHTY CHILD BUT
A good poet is a naughty child. Breaking hearts. Playing with people's emotions. Stirring up forgotten memories.
If Daddy Only Knew
I wonder if Daddy knew I had to become super-responsible and a miniature adult at the age of 12 I wonder if Daddy knew life at home was full of broken promises and full of disappointment. I wonder if Daddy knew why he didn't ever carry me fishing I wonder if Daddy knew why I had to take life so seriously
1861-1865 For all that we take with us, We leave so much behind.
bPassion Gathers No Dust
Mistress of passion, Steal thy eye. Fluid with flesh, Bodies to mesh.
b A Poet Paints a Thousand Words
Over mountains and valleys Soaring the skies in view Random truths and wisdom Coming only in soltitude
bA Poor Man's Dream
A family of eight and times were hard, so very hard The poor man a dishwasher in an exclusive restaurant Serving the rich and famous, CEO's and Senators His highlight on most days a nap during his break
No wilderness of sky,
The moon and one evening star.
Sparkling like a maiden, soon to be married.
How much more to love, than I love Thee?
In this wind and cold,
Beauty to behold, sadness without cause.
In youth, could have touched these winds,
And risen with this sky.