Biography of Barb Nixon
Hi, everyone! ! Just a little information about myself. From childhood I have always loved literature, especially poetry; my taste is quite eclectic ranging from the old classics to modern day poets. I decided to start writing a few years ago and found it a wonderful medium for recording my thoughts, emotions, and life experiences. In some ways it became a form a therapy, thoughts and emotions that I found hard to express verbally were a lot easier to put down on paper. Creatively it also gives one a platform to let loose their imagination and create a world of fantasy; an escape from reality if you will. I have never studied the Art of Poetry so therefore have no style or recognisable formation style, Hopefully you will enjoy my writing, I hope so. If you do like my poems please join my page on Facebook. https: //www.facebook.com/barbara.nixon.poems.
Thank you for reading. x
Barb Nixon's Works:
I have a chapbook of poems published on lulu.com; Poems To Ponder, by Barbara Nixon
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Barb Nixon Poems
Light extinguished, glimmer defeated, spread across my heart, a sacred scar the oxygen of time a cliched healer, locked in a cage my joy hath retreated.
Magician Of My Yesterday
Magician Of My Yesterday I have witnessed thine every colour hues that blend and merge
The colour orange has become the new black graces the pavements adorns stark cul de sacs.
There's an undercurrent of change sweeping city and dale a quiet awakening of old secrets buried deep,
Ode To Amethyst
Amethyst, Oh purple blaze like a garden of violets in Summer's sweet haze
Over thirty years we've been acquainted it seems I know you less and less,
By The Brook
On a dew kissed rock a man sat and listened to the rhythmic murmur of the brook its smooth meandering pathway hypnotic caw of nesting rook
Devil In A Bag
All the tell tale signs a mother always knows
A politic, a religion. a trigger, a boot mindless intentions, fuelled by hate,
Not from the wombs of crashed meteorites infinitesimal bacteria propagating life random collision, accidental fusion challenging the belief of sentient vision.
A guest uninvited holds residence in the temple crept silently with feline stealth as it slid between the mantel.
Illusion of progress the passage of time
A heavenly harmonic, a celestial chord permeates our reality through a paperlike gauze,
My once impenetrable refuge, my Inner Sanctum, Invaded and defiled,
A guest uninvited
holds residence in the temple
crept silently with feline stealth
as it slid between the mantel.
Invisibile to eye or ear,
a ferocious battle thus ensued