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forgotten fields

Faded memories of man
wrapped,
and placed on a shelf,
in a corner
of long forgotten fields.
Awaiting humanity
to awaken,
unravel the mystery,
the dream of peace.

Copyright © deBarnes July. 99/2000 -20

The Swimmer

What masochistic humans we are
Who think ourselves the masters
Of this earth:


Strange,
watching the ocean.
A wave roll across sands,
only to leave as it arrives:
Stand on a groin 
waves crash upwards,
fine spray mist explode.
No matter 
which way you stand, 
it hits you in the face.
Swim in it,
drift on its calmness,
it turns rough, 
buffeting you round.
In curved swirling mouths ... 
it pummels, 
beats you up.
Without remorse,
waves ingest, suck you down,
roll, tumble, swallow you... 
then spit you out:
finally leaving you stranded 
a beached whale.
Are we the masters of this earth?

© All Copyright, David Barnes, 3/9/00 
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Finger Of Fate

It is unavoidable,
inevitable,
I accept without question
his authority...
"The Finger of Fate"

His forefinger points to the road,
the one, curving
to form the circle of life
where I have walked before ...

I walk
his road ... without regret.
Each time, I have known
it to be a little different;

and I shall
reach out like the sapling
Spreading its limbs,
branches
that shall never "wilt".

Shall another be enveloped?

Within soft autumn leaves,
Caressing constellations
'Engulfed within.
The sea's of my universe ...
are inescapable.

To have tasted the fruits, a soul,
in one life ...
my tree shall not wither!
Nor shall the sun
ever set
on the mature oak of my being.

Yea, though I live,
live for a hundred years,
"or should I die tomorrow".
I have known contentment,
immersed within
the very core of "Her being"...

© All Copyright, David Barnes, 1/3/00
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Time Eternal

Earthman,
entreat the universe!
You whirl her ebb,
dance her tune like a fish
spinning on a reel,

Surging in seas,
frothing, boiling, reeling,
life on a line:

an electrified game fish
hooked in the battle of existence.

You, you are snowflakes, quicksilver
that melts, flows to lie, seas, earth green,
your lover's cover:

nothing resides forever.

Ask the electrified game fish,
arched, glazed-eyed,
dying in Heaven's orbit.

Nothing stays forever
save time eternal.

© All Copyright, David Barnes, 2/00
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The Picture On My Wall

Strange, 
how a picture hanging on a wall,
seems to dip at one corner, 
for no reason...

Flowers 
blooming in a sea of green,
mist, floating gentle, soft, 
above the ground, 
grass glistening, 
with autumn's morning...

A stranger 
walks towards me,
I reach for her... 
but she is not there... 
She calls,
yet I do not hear, her voice...

The tree's 
rich autumn leaves drift, 
settle on the earth...
as I strive to belong.

I hear her now, 
a sweet sound to my ear 
a harp gently stroked enfolds me, 
"Where are you my love? 
where are you?"

"I am here", 
yet she does not hear me, 
enclosed in a sea of color 
within the picture... 
hanging, 
on my wall.

© All Copyright, David Barnes, 5/10/98
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