You Visit Me Now and Then

You visit me now and then.
A similar smile or glance or gate —
It can be anything, at any time, simply fate;
And there you are, once again.

What bound us together
That held us in its grip?
Where is it now, once so strong, once forever?
Like a memory of a foreign land,
Just a passing dream turned to sand.

I went back to our home,
And there were strangers living there.
They took no notice of my stare.
How could they know?
Why would they care?

They gave me pause,
And made me wonder:
Is theirs to be only a dream
In time’s endless stream?

Only a dream.

All Poetry — Henry Barnard

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Are You the Trusting Kind?

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Still Together Still Together

You know the type — people who doesn’t hesitate to do that falling backwards routine, into the arms of another person without really knowing that person or even if he is still standing there.  Another how-much-do-you-trust experiment is to find a straight country road with no traffic or an open parking lot with no cars, close your eyes, and see how far you can walk with your eyes closed before you open them.  It’s harder than you might think, even when you know there aren’t any obstacles in the way.  But may be for the trusting kind of person, they just keep chugging along, no problem, eyes tight shut.

The trusting kind of person is going to be heir to a number of bad outcomes just waiting to happen.  Friends are one of those bad outcomes.  Trusting friends without reservation sooner or later is going to mean a…

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Plaza Hotel Reflection

Plaza Hotel Reflection

Manhattan, A Photographer’s Journey

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Your Mind, Not Your Own

There is no limit to its chatter;
It jumps about like a jack in the box.
In the barely perceptible a constant clatter,
The mind is a wily red fox.

It rambles where it may;
You really don’t have a say.
Round and round and round it goes;
You can’t douse it with a hose.

Count your breaths one, two, three;
It will just shout with glee.
But if you focus on nothing more,
You may show it the door.

Yet, try as you might,
This little devil, a wild horse,
It leaps and creeps and sneaks about,
A primal force.

All Poetry — Henry Barnard

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Night Splendor, 5th Avenue

Night Splendor

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Rhyming Emily

Just give Emily a rhyming dictionary
To work in her bedroom monastery,
A wondrous gift to someone solitary,
An endless source of fun diversionary.

Happy as a clam this rhyming visionary.
What a golden mine of vocabulary
She would have found this lapidary,
If only someone had been her emissary.

What she would have done salutary.
Verbal needlepoint even more extraordinary.
We would all have been the beneficiary
Had Emily had the damn dictionary!

All Poetry — Henry Barnard

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