Kim Barney
Kim Barney Poems
Last night I went to bed at eleven
And dreamed I went to Poetry Heaven.
Keeper of the Gate was not Saint Peter
But Robert Frost - - hey, what could be sweeter?
...
If I look in the mirror
And myself I do not see
Does it mean that I'm not really here,
That I have ceased to be?
...
The storm is an angry lion;
With one hoarse, strident roar
He sends the small animals
Scurrying to shelter.
...
I was sitting in my garden
Just relaxing in my garden
Doing nothing in my garden
When I saw a butterfly
...
I still wear a white shirt every Sunday;
it makes it seem like things are normal still.
I'm sure they'll let us back in church some day,
that little red brick building on the hill.
...
It's more than fifty
years now she's been gone.
She went to heaven and
left us all alone.
...
Sometimes I dream that while I sleep
my toys get up and start to creep
around the room and on my bed
and pull my hair and poke my head.
...
Poor old Marion Morrison,
He had a woman's name,
And yet Marion Morrison
Did rise up to great fame.
...
Dear Parley,
I know I only met you once,
yet I feel I know you quite well,
...
It's so pleasant to know old man Kim.
There are very few people like him.
If you tell him he's funny,
would he give you some money?
...
They met upon a starry night
and quickly fell in love.
Their future seemed so very bright
beneath those stars above.
...
flesh of her flesh
bone of her bone
what one does
so does the other
...
I love those verdant mountains;
I want to be there in the trees
among those pines and wild bluebells
and grass up to my knees.
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He's King of kings and Lord of Lords;
He comforts us with just his words.
He has been called The Great I Am;
He is the Shepherd and The Lamb.
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This is not a poem. It is a hidden-word puzzle. Hidden are 30 birds, all found in the Rocky Mountains of North America, with one exception.
- - - - - -
...
Like soldiers in a row
They stand or rather, hang,
Trying to cling to life,
But they keep on slipping.
...
It was the year of sixty-eight
and we were deemed the best
of all the greatest relay teams;
we just out-shined the rest.
...
Kim Barney Biography
I am father of four, grandfather of eighteen, and great-grandfather of seven. I like to play chess, checkers and other games of logic. I have written logic problems and sold them to Dell Publishing Company. Fourteen poems that I have posted on this website have been chosen as Poems of the Day. I used to list them here, but no longer do that. Instead, I offer a reward of 200 U. S. dollars to THE FIRST POET who can come up with the names of twelve of them. [See my 'poem' called 'Contest Rules' for restrictions.] By the way, there are still at least two other ongoing contests that have never been solved. Those contests are worth $100.00 each. Other Poems that have won prizes or honorable mentions, etc. in poetry contests are listed in my 'poem' called Prize Poems, which will be updated from time to time. (Biography updated 03 April 2023.))
The Best Poem Of Kim Barney
Poetry Heaven
Last night I went to bed at eleven
And dreamed I went to Poetry Heaven.
Keeper of the Gate was not Saint Peter
But Robert Frost - - hey, what could be sweeter?
The first person I saw up there
was sitting in a golden chair.
It was my good friend, Hank Beuning,
And a golden guitar he was tuning.
Hank, I said, I've known you for years.
We've had some laughs, we've had some tears,
And I never knew you played the guitar!
He said, well, I don't, at least not so far,
But I've got lots of time with little to do
So I thought I might try to learn something new.
I walked a little farther in
And saw my new friend Mandolyn...
playing on her... violin.
And there's my friend, Maddalena Biela
with her husband, he's a handsome fella.
Udiah was there with Heather Burns
And they were sitting, taking turns
Writing the words to their new poem,
Their collaborative, classic poem about love
And it went like this:
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I marveled at their poem and all the words on it
And said, They've written a LOVELY sonnet!
Then whom should I meet next?
Why, it was James McLain,
Just reading some old text
And he could not refrain
from asking himself:
Is it poetry?
Mr. Spock was there with his pointy ears
But he said he hadn't seen Kirk for years.
Argentine Tango was eating a mango.
She's a person, you know, and not just a dance,
And so pretty you cannot resist just a glance.
Bull Hawking - - I asked him if he was Steven's Cousin
And he assured me that he wasn't.
As I went on, continuing my walk,
I met the Electric Lady, and she gave me quite a shock.
Then there was Valsa George; I spoke to her with ease.
(Does she know her name means 'Waltz' in Portuguese?)
Uzefa Rashida was there dressed in white,
and she certainly was a lovely sight.
There was E Nigma, Ima Ryma and Gajanan,
Deep Dark Soul Poet and RoseAnn,
Sandra and Lawrence and even Noreen
And a whole bunch of others that I had never seen.
I wandered on, enjoying my hike,
And met a young poet named Smith, Mike.
I walked for a few miles, yet my feet didn't even hurt,
then I came face to face with the famous Kelly Kurt!
I encountered a handsome young lad
Who said that his name was Old Dad.
But I knew him by sight.
'Twas Wes Vogler, all right;
And to see him I surely was glad!
I walked a little more,
Then suddenly I was lost,
And there I was again
In front of Robert Frost.
I said, Say, I wonder, can you answer me one thing?
Why haven't I seen Poe or Shakespeare or Browning?
He said, Oh, you won't find them here
In this part of Poetry Heaven.
This is just the Poem Hunter wing!
Then he said I hate to tell you this,
But there's been a big mistake.
It seems that here you don't belong!
... Then I was wide awake.
Kim Barney Comments
Kumarmani Mahakul bestowed the title of Heavenly Fortune on me. How he came up with that, I'll never know. If I did have a fortune, that would be heavenly!
YO! An NtERtaining piece 0f art...kyp dat up, Kim B! My gr9 appreciati0n 2 uR tryb 0f g00d brydng! !
One of the most talented poets I have ever come across.
Kim Barney is a fabulous poet! .. His poems are of much beauty and brilliance too! ..
A great and very talented poet.....God bless you dear friend......///
Kim Barney Quotes
I wouldn't trade that experience for anything in the world, but I wouldn't give ten cents to do it again.
If you find me asleep, leave me alone; dead, wake me up.
Ambulância! Salva um e mata dez! (Ambulance! It saves one and kills ten!)
After all is said and done, there's been more said than done.
If you're going through hell, keep going. (Winston Churchill)
I have not failed. I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work. (Thomas Alva Edison)
Maldade nunca foi felicidade, e isso é verdade. (Jack Leslie Paradise,1962)
You don't stop having fun when you get old. You get old when you stop having fun.
My parents used to rock me to sleep. I wish they hadn't used such big rocks!
Use what talents you possess; the woods would be very silent if no birds sang except those that sang best. (Henry Van Dike)
Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead. (Benjamin Franklin)
A foolish opinion shared by thousands is still a foolish opinion. (Anonymous)
Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live. (Mark Twain)
Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away. (Phillip K. Dick, writer)
Poetry cannot be translated. It can only be re-created in the new language.
Technically, a SINGLE LINE of poetry is called a VERSE. A series of lines arranged formally as part of a poem is called a STANZA.
Be compassionate, be understanding, be slow to judge, and be quick to forgive. (Russell M. Nelson)
I'm over seventy and tarp as a shack!
Shot a 68 on the golf course today. Will try the second hole tomorrow.
Laugh louder, live longer.
If I'm feeling hungry and need some exercise, should I go wok my dog?
Fear and faith cannot exist in the human heart at the same time.
You may not believe in God, but God still believes in you.
Old age used to be all in my head. Now it's in my joints, too.
Six out of seven dwarves are not Happy.
I lost the paper on which I had written my poem titles, so I have felt listless all day.
My computer just popped up a message that said 'Error 404' and that has to be wrong because I know I've committed way more errors than that,
No matter what your past, you have a spotless future.
Do not let what you cannot do interfere with what you CAN do.
If you don't have a dream, how can you make a dream come true?
When I die, I want to go peacefully in my sleep, like my grandfather did, and not screaming like the passengers in his car.
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5/29/2023 6:49:29 AM # 1.0.0.1113
I think Groucho Marx may have said the line about after all is said and done, but am not certain. No matter, it is a great and true proverb.