Kim Barney Poems
- Poetry Heaven Last night I went to bed at eleven And dreamed...
- Magic Mirror? If I look in the mirror And myself I do not ...
- Shall I Compare Thee To A Bale... Shall I compare thee ...
- Butterfly Of Death I was sitting in my garden Just relaxing ...
- I Don't Care My head is bald, but I don't care. I'm not so...
- Silent Sentinel Waiting he stood at the edge of the ...
- The Graveyard We passed a graveyard today As our bus was ...
Hardly anyone ever reads two of my best poems. They are THE ANGRY STORM and ROOFTOP STRONGHOLD. Give them a try and see what you think.
Father of four, grandfather of 18, great-grandfather of two.
Taught Spanish, English, and math for 40 years in public schools in Colorado and Utah. Some of those years, would include a unit on poetry in the English classes.
Was the chess coach at two schools. Chess team took second place in the state one year. Also took third, fourth, sixth, eighth, etc. other years.
For many years was an avid hunter and fisherman. Still love to fish.
Love to hike in the mountains, play chess, checkers and most board games, read, write logic ... more »
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''I wouldn't trade that experience for anything in the world, but I wouldn't give ten cents to do it again.''Said by my wife's 80+ year old grandfather after rafting down the Green River below Flaming Gorge Dam.
''If you find me asleep, leave me alone; dead, wake me up.''Antonio Maria, Brazilian poet (1921-1964)
''Ambulância! Salva um e mata dez!Genady Pawlenko, a Brazilian friend of mine of Russian descent [said after seeing an ambulance tear down the street at a reckless speed]
(Ambulance! It saves one and kills ten!)''
''After all is said and done,Don't remember where I first heard this, but I've said it many times since!
there's been more said than done.''
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 ...