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Trail of Tears

I dare not summon them,
Though so special to me.
At times I've shed enough,
To fill every vast, vast sea.

At times they spill on my pillow,
In the hours right before dawn.
Maybe regret or retrospect,
Times with loved ones gone.

So warm and so salty,
Slowly flowing down both cheeks.
Comforting my sad or my lonely,
Solace when I'm weak.

Should an old thought,
Or words pierce my heart.
Seeking silent refuge,
My trail of tears start.

Always so close to me,
Whether by night or by day.
They know just the right time,
Wash all my grief away.

Time can't deny nor lessen,
As I count off the years.
Dear friends of mine, oh how sublime,
My long trail of tears.
Barry A. Lanier



A Gun In The Blueberry Pie

I went out tonight with the guy's
Bonding at the local strip bar
Killing the Bud's and eating the spud's
Life was great you see.

The wife was smiling went I arrived,
A home cooked meal that couldn't wait.
I hugged her twice though she seemed cold
Distracted, unaware of my fate.

She pulled out the ice cream,
And I pulled out the cake.
She smiled again, a blueberry pie,
Gosh, I couldn't wait!
Barry A. Lanier



A Loving Wife

A bomb with a memory
'Thats armed'
Barry A. Lanier



A New Perspective On Old Friends

In retrospect, sitting on my frontporch in the swing,
Resigned to the fact, accepting my fate.
Not far away from the Happy Hunting Ground.
The hereafter, Azrael and Charon approaching.
A dying candle lighting the flame of another.
Then I see Tommy, who stole my crayons in the 1st grade.
He passed away years ago from leukemia.
The ant stealing crumbs from my BLT on the daystand.
In my pasture, Rebel, my prized stallion.
Then I see Jude, who always got all the pretty women.
He died 10 years ago in a car wreck.
Floating gently in the summer breeze, a butterfly.
Landing on my shoulder, nibbling my shirt, pulling me closer,
Agnes, my wife, who passed away last summer.
Barry A. Lanier
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