Dale Barnes (Fairview Park, Ohio)
Biography of Dale Barnes
Dale Barnes Poems
An Angel Falls
...My Only Need Hope Is, As Tumbling Towards Earth… Some Will see Yesterday as Well.
A Hate Poem
Where Did our Hate Go? Let us Erase the Ways.
Tuesdays Gone Again
You Say You’d Come Tuesday… That’s all that I wanted to Know, Well Yesterday’s Just another Day...Tomorrow Now, The Candles I lit…Flambeau…
Yesterday Is Away
As I stretched out my fingers, And there was the Tear that I Made.
Modern Mary M
As She’s Happily Strangled by Her Prized Diamond Necklace, She Steps on a Crack and says: “Take it All Back! ”
I'M Just A Fly...
I’m just a Fly on Jesus, Thirsty.
Growing Up Living Down
I Stared straight up at the Cool SummerMoon and Stars… Laying Flat in that… Frequent Field of Dark Warm Pansies...
That Broken Arrow
Hear me. Hear my words. I need to be heard. While my voice,
Dark ness Breathes Deep… as Daylight Detours
Your Eyes…. The Moon Our Mood in the Rain
My Precious Flower
How does one begin to explain their feelings of un-imaginable joy and happiness with words. Sometimes with echoes of thought's...and subtle fears...and sometimes with paper and pen. Perhaps an impossible task. I dare to attempt to complete this most arduous journey of interpreting my most cherished thoughts and inner feelings by entering into our realm of love and security...of passion...and never ending dreams. I fire a room full of candles...to highlight the parchment...that I have borrowed from Eros, The God Of Love. I begin to express, and form my Love in Words in the most eloquent, pleasing and antique form of calligraphy known to man...my desire...and love for you. Next...comes an opening in my vein...to allow the blood...the passion...the reality of the importance of this most precious 'ink' that is necessary…for this most humble journey of words that I must express to you...to impress upon you my Darling... This Love that has Exploded into my world since you have graced my eyes...my thoughts...my senses...I am humble...and I bow in your presence...I bow...with eyes shatteringly wide open…in this most haunting candlelight. Receptive to your memory as an Essence about me...I begin to write...as the quill of my Pen brushes my face...it reminds me that this is not a dream...but only a soft…feathery reminder of You...your touch...awakens my soul... I begin...to allow the marriage of pen to paper...
The Wind And We
We Shall Speak of The Moon… And Seek The Stars,
Bella Mon véritable ami... mots ne sont pas raconter l'histoire de l'endroit où nous avons voyagé ensemble. De même, ils expriment les sentiments d'émerveillement, nous avons trouvé... et continuera à trouver le long de la route de la vie. Paix et amour éternel.
A Poem For The Sea
I felt the flowering mirage of your longing… It was then…when we were about the Sea.
A Poem For The Sea
I felt the flowering mirage of your longing…
It was then…when we were about the Sea.
Surf swayed emotions, Sand…Immaculate.
Dog-Dayed Afternoons. Harbor Twighlights.