Mike Barrett Poems

Like
A young bird
Fallen
From its nest
...

Deaf are your ears
Your eyes blind -
Yet no mute
Nor any sign of one!
...

That drunk
There
With the dirty whiskers
Old rags
...

I
Walked
Along
The ocean shore
...

Here,
Come here
And sit with me
Beside this lake
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He
Who believes
He is powerless
Is a weak Soul.
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ON BEING ONE'S SELF

I have a friend
Who said to me,
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Funny now - not then

Upper plate flushed down drain
...

Now
The ticking
Of a clock -
Now
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One day
I asked myself
“ Who is God? ’
And found
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