Will Barber Poems

It's not how your life was formed,
It's not just how you reached the end;
I'ts not the songs or rhymes you made
It's how you sought to make amends.
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My mind moves to a chorus,
My brain moves to a gong.
Sopranos catch subtleties,
Sometimes the basses get it wrong.
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Who guards the gates of paradise?
Dæmons or angels? And who
Sorts out the rubbish and the lies,
The gantlet that mankind runs through?
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We have a window, shared, upon the world,
And lift a hand to measure out the miles.
When grey clouds come, Autumn Friends smile:
Our hands clasp, if only by shared words.
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One fit of pique
One bit of spite
May these be released
Tonight.
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A man whose wounds were healed, perhaps,
Grew restive as the seasons lapsed;
Faltering footsteps, one by one,
Led him to snowy Lebanon.
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Although the day was full of grace,
I frowned because your face
Was not there.
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The Law of Supply and Demand
Governs political enterprise:
Politicans sell such wool
As people need for their eyes.
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Little did we know that bugs
Would come to rule the internets;
But now the tubes are clogged, and rubes
Buy bandwidth from the vipers' nests.
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There was no reason
No reason at all.
Jacinta wept,
For no purpose.
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