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Best Poems From
BARRY A. LANIER
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Buddha and I Went Fishing
Buddha and I went fishing the other day
The zen of fishing is that zen master's don't fish
He taught me to watch the cork lie motionless
Only moved by the ripples caused by the wind's breath
He said, 'Here and now, you are the sum total of the moment'
Adding, 'Become as the cork, moving with the breath of God'
Prosper in the measure of the moment, you have learned
how to be a human, now unlearn, and become as the cork
As the cork floats freely, so can your soul and spirit
Life is deeply in the here and now, a moment of residence
Experience all of the joy in dwelling in it's freedom
Be diligent today, for tomorrow is too late
Well, the Buddha and I didn'; t get a bite and I had to carry
him to McDonald's for supper, but you know I think I'll invite
him fishing again. He really is a pretty cool fellow when you
get to know him!
Barry A. Lanier
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Don't Wanna Die To Become Famous
I don't really want to die,
Just to become famous.
Wait until the last prayers,
Are said over me.
Just to let the whole world know,
I've got something to say.
And I am what I wanted to be.
Would prefer my available intellect,
Critiqued ad hoc, not in retrospect.
My fame finally determined,
While I stand tall and erect.
But so are the times, as with the judgement,
Accolades, and finally the laughter.
When I'm gone, it'll finally be known,
Only then, in the great hereafter.
Barry A. Lanier
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Evening Star
O' beautiful and brilliant
My one evening star
Gazing toward your beams
Splendous glory afar
Visions of hope and serenity
Cast out from your beams
For a moment in time
Caught in and endless dream
Brilliant pods of energy
Tucked in God's distant sky
Stunned by your beauty
Never questioning why?
Lifting my head upward
Again, and then again
Transfixed on the heavens
Toward my special friend
Only resting in prayer
With sparkles in my eyes
Spiritually, finally home
Just in gazing the sky
Barry A. Lanier
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First Blood
Whenever my father left that morning,
Thinking he might say goodbye,
Or have a good day
From that point on in my day,
Seemingly nothing was right,
And ruined my day.
When my friend walked away,
Playing ball at recess,
Reminding me of father.
From that point on we fought,
I may have lost,
Marveled at the volume of blood.
Ruined shirt and new pants,
Cuts and bruises,
First blood.
My blood made me proud,
Running home to mom,
Upset and concerned.
Yet I told her I liked the pain,
I wouldn't let her change my shirt,
So complete and bloody
When my father came home late
I'd show him my blood and scars
Patiently awaiting him to pass out
Barry A. Lanier
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