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Keep Them Barred

Don't accept fresh trouble not yours,
To endure...
Keep it barred.
From your life,
Don't have it start.

Don't accept fresh trouble not yours,
To endure...
Keep it barred.
From your life,
Don't have it start.

People creeping out of cracks,
With crap to attack.
Keep them barred,
From your life...
Don't have them start.

Establish the fact you are better than that!
And don't be scarred...

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Legend of Lady Gertrude

I.
Fallen the lofty halls, where vassal crowds
Drank in the dawn of Gertrude's natal day.
The dungeon roof an Alpine snow-wreath shrouds,
The strong, wild eagle's eyrie in the clouds—
The robber-baron's nest—is swept away.

II.
Bare is the mountain brow of lordly towers;
Only the sunbeams stay, the moon and stars,
The faithful saxifrage and gentian flowers,
The silvery mist, and soft, white, crystal showers,
And torrents rushing through their rocky bars.

III.
More than three hundred years ago, the flag
Charged with that dread device, an Alpine bear—
By many storm-winds rent—a grim, grey rag—
Floated above the castle on the crag,
Above the last whose heads were shelter'd there.

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poem by Ada Cambridge
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Still The Stranger

Yesterday you were a smoke,
The wisps of clouds on your face
Barred my view of you.
I was fool enough to think
I could penetrate your layers.
Yesterday you were an unread book,
The cover on the hidden words
Barred my view of you.
I was knave enough to think
I could read you out to the end.
Today you are still the stranger
With a stranger that’s me!

poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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At The Party Of The Blind

when one is barred to enter
there is no way
that force is
a choice, and so one waits
at the gate
fronting the street and
looks for
the correct timing aimed
at entering
without violating some
rules of this
party game, and one sees
a chance
for here
comes a very important person
who is blind
and you grab
his arm
walks beside him
and tell the gatekeeper

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A London Thoroughfare. 2 A.M.

They have watered the street,
It shines in the glare of lamps,
Cold, white lamps,
And lies
Like a slow-moving river,
Barred with silver and black.
Cabs go down it,
One,
And then another,
Between them I hear the shuffling of feet.
Tramps doze on the window-ledges,
Night-walkers pass along the sidewalks.
The city is squalid and sinister,
With the silver-barred street in the midst,
Slow-moving,
A river leading nowhere.

Opposite my window,
The moon cuts,
Clear and round,

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poem by Amy Lowell
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Lifes' shelf

In this world we call life never forget
the blessings your given, or you will regret
Regret that you never helped someone in need
is what you possess, a subserviant greed?
Why must you think of only yourself?
The Lords' head is shaking, your on a shelf
The timbers are worn, metal decayed
do you regret? that you never prayed
Never said a prayer for a person in need
here's the word again; subserviant greed
Walk as you may, see as you might
please say a prayer, each and every night
Start with your loved ones, if you so may
knowing the Sun will light up thier day
Rain in the forecast, meaning times may be hard
hope does arise that you won't be barred
Barred from Heaven for what you have done
walking through life, clouds with no Sun
You now have a chance to correct all the wrongs
start doing whats right, no one needs a song

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poem by Dwayne Banks
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Real Men

The real men today are not recognized,
For who they are.
In fact,
Those who are real men today...
Are despised for who they are.
And barred from getting their just 'do'...
And attention.

A working man who does what he can,
And without complaint as he does this...
To provide for his family.
Is rare!
And hardly seen.

A devoted husband and family man,
Is not given credit at all...
For standing tall.
As other 'men' shy away from being accountable.
While away busying themselves...
Leisurely making excuses,

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Woman in Black

‘Come out, come out! ' I whispered to her,
‘Come out from your padded walls,
There's a world of love that waits you here,
There are hills and waterfalls,
The sky is blue in the summertime
And the swallows dive in the field,
Come out, come out, ' I knocked at her door,
But the door was barred and sealed.

‘You were bright and gay just yesterday,
When we walked in the park at noon,
You chattered in your excited way
Of your plans for the month of June,
You picked a posy of buttercups
And you plaited them into your hair,
Then skipped and danced as the breeze came up
For the joy of the day out there.'

‘So why have you barred your door to me
When my love is fastened on you,

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poem by David Lewis Paget
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Letters From A Man In Solitary

1
I carved your name on my watchband
with my fingernail.
Where I am, you know,
I don't have a pearl-handled jackknife
(they won't give me anything sharp)
or a plane tree with its head in the clouds.
Trees may grow in the yard,
but I'm not allowed
to see the sky overhead...
How many others are in this place?
I don't know.
I'm alone far from them,
they're all together far from me.
To talk anyone besides myself
is forbidden.
So I talk to myself.
But I find my conversation so boring,
my dear wife, that I sing songs.
And what do you know,

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poem by Nazim Hikmet
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The highwayman

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees.
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding—
Riding—riding—
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin.
They fitted with never a wrinkle. His boots were up to the thigh.
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.

Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard.
He tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred.
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

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poem by Alfred Noyes
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