Biography of Barbara Haskell
I'm 55 years old and my spirit finds this incredible! My spirit yearns to do much, but this body won't cooperate. I'm disabled due to chronic pain from a back injury and a previously fractured neck. I have a plate in my neck with 4 screws, but I don't set off airport alarms. I home school my 15 yr. old grandson and love to read and write. I've used my writing to help me cope with my life changes due to the injuries. I hope my poetry touches you in some way.
Barbara Haskell's Works:
I've had ten poems published in ten different anthologies.
Barbara Haskell Poems
Happy Birthday, My Twin
We were conceived together, our first existence, sharing our mother's womb. We took our first breath's of life within minutes of each other,
People write poetry for diverse reasons, as in poems that describe the yearly seasons. Poems can show the love for mother and father and vent feelings against the boyfriend of your grandaughter.
A Lovely Shade Of Brown
My mind wanders through memories of my hands, digging in the soft earth, barefeet,
Pain has taken all purpose from my life, because of my being unable to help my family. No one can count on me, including myself. When pain came into my life,
A Thousand Things And Nothing
A thousand things and nothing, can conjure up memories of you. Everything about you, before I could become your wife and I'll remember them all the rest of my life.
Ghost's On Exhibition
Harmony And Rhyme
As I cry, I write poetry of sweet love and pain,
Words And Deeds
We harm others, with words and deeds, rarely considering that they have their own needs.
I miss the times I used to have to myself, writing a letter or reading a book from my shelf. I always have this unwanted company, I've begged it to leave, but it won't, you see.
Can you just make me some eggs? Can you just get up and hand me this? Can you just get up and hand me that? Can you just go to the store and buy me a coke?
Banished, to the smoker's corner, oh, how lucky I am! My vision rests upon feasts for the human eye;
A Part Of My Life
People write poetry for diverse reasons, as in poems that describe the yearly seasons. Poem's can show the love for our mother and father and you can vent against the boyfriend of your daughter.
I'm barely able to walk with a cane, body is filled with so much pain, so much time lost, laying down, my cries the only sound.
If You'Ll Have Me
Now that I have finally located where you are, it brings me a small measure of peace. For years, the voice inside my head has been unceasing, 'You've lost your best friend, your soul mate, you fool! '
Sand dunes, huge waves,
palm trees swaying in the breeze.
Navy ships out to sea, sailboats closer in,
The sun is beaming down its rays,
there are swim suits of every kind,
men in trunks and speedo's,
women in two piece or bikini
and one-piece suit's that bind.
Father's pretending not to look,