Ernesto Barca Poems

Ash clouds float
In scattered slants of light,
Like flies in a frozen breach,
Blankets of black cotton pad the ground
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When time stands still life peaks they say,
As time is forgotten in joy and play,
With eyes wide bright and lips stretched tight,
Those glittering pebbles of tiny white,
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She smiles and giggles
Like a child with a toy,
Tongue-pierced lips guide a path to joy
Kissing around and side-to-side,
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Go forth my son on paths untrod,
Keep chin and spirit high,
Tink'r with destiny and gaze not down
And soon your wings will fly.
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Raise your head, lift up your chin and look forward.

Do not shrink into the darkness,
Kneel not to the martinet,
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Why is it that we not live but do?
To think when heeded,
To speak when needed,
To act on instruction, permission
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T'is not to be found in pocket or hand,
No silken robes or words expose,
T'is not sung, said or sounded loud
Nor in wreaths of glory shown.
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Gratify not curio nor slant the gaze,
Blot not your sense with stain,
Chin down, eyes forward, stretch the gait,
Of him no thoughts pertain.
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In threadbare shoes we travel wide,
Aching feet on gravel grind
One, then the other, and over again
Until a flat crossing we find.
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The cockerel's crow pierces the dawn
Young sun kisses the sky,
Soft moon, in blurry cloud
She melts,
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